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daisies-daydreams · 7 months

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141 + König x reader finding out we took a secret photo of them and set it as our phone’s wallpaper? this is something I totally would do

Pairing: König/TF 141 x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Descriptions of breastfeeding (Ghost’s only), Brief mentions of nudity (non-explicit) Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Hello there! It’s so good to hear from you again! I loved this request, there were so many fun/fluffy scenarios I thought of. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König

The two of you were snuggled on the deck of König’s cabin. The snowy Alps stood proudly in the distance as a blanket of morning fog rolled over the valley.

“Could you please get my phone, hon? I want to take a picture of the mountain range,” you smiled sweetly. König nodded before pressing a small kiss to your temple.

“Of course, mein Liebling,” he grinned. He stepped back inside and grabbed your phone. The giant man hummed when he saw your screen light up with a picture of you and him lying on a picnic blanket. His cheeks dusted with pink as he remembered that day: the two of you out for a lunch in the park.

He was so exhausted from his last mission that he fell asleep not long after his first bite. König’s heart softened a little as he laid eyes on you kissing his cheek while he slept, a patch of strawberry jam still lingering on the corner of his mouth. He smiled as he stepped back outside.

“What are you smiling about?” you giggled.

“Oh, nothing,” König chuckled as he handed you your phone. You raised a brow before swiping left and opening your camera. König sat down next to you again, watching as you took a few photos. “You’re a great photographer,” he grinned. You smiled sheepishly.

“You think so?” you asked. Your love nodded before kissing the back of your hand.

“I do…I really do,” he beamed. “Your screensaver says it all,” König added. Your eyes widened a little as you nearly dropped your phone. He chuckled as you fumbled around.

“Y-You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked. The corners of König’s eyes creased as he smiled.

“Nein, it’s adorable,” your love grinned ear to ear.

Gaz

Kyle huffed when his phone died right in the middle of him following a recipe.

“Hey babe!” he called.

“Yeah?” you replied with a stuffy nose.

“Could I borrow your phone? Mine just died,” he asked. Kyle heard you shuffle around the living room before you walked in wearing sweats and a tank top. “Sorry, hon,” he apologized as you shrugged.

“Are you sure you want it? I don’t want to make you sick, too,” you sniffed before sneezing into the crease of your elbow. Kyle frowned before handing you a tissue. “Thank you,” you said as you swapped your phone for the tissue.

“Go get some rest. I’ll bring you some soup when I’m done,” he said with a soft smile. You nodded and shuffled back to the couch.

Kyle sighed before turning your phone on. He blinked when he saw a photo of him standing on the end of a boat with his arms outstretched. Your love chuckled as he remembered the fishing trip…and how he made that pose moments before disaster. He shivered a bit as the phantom feeling of cold water washed over him.

Your boyfriend finished up the soup before bringing some to you. You gave a tired smile as he came over and handed you the mug of hot soup.

“Thank you, baby,” you murmured.

“‘Course,” he winked before sitting down next to you. He slid your phone onto the arm of the chair as he settled in. “Good thing you brought a phone protector on our fishing trip, huh?” he gave a wry grin as he nudged your elbow. You gave him a cheeky smile.

“I knew you'd see it eventually,” you giggled.

Simon

Simon mirrored your smile as he pushed the stroller along. The farmer’s market was bustling with shop goers and vendors alike, the warm spring air carrying scents of sweet fruits and treats. The two of you pulled up to a booth selling honey sticks when your baby began to sniff. You sighed as you looked at your watch.

“I guess it’s that time,” you said before taking your infant from his comfy seat. Your son squirmed in your arms as he started to pout. “I know, honey,” you cooed. Simon met your gaze before tilting his head towards the picnic tables.

"Let's head over there, yeah?" he suggested.

"Good idea," you smiled. You made your way to one of the empty tables. He helped drape a nursing cover up over your shoulders as you tucked your son beneath it.

Simon raised a brow when your phone suddenly buzzed. Without even thinking he glanced over, a warm smile crossing his rugged, scarred face.

A picture of him holding your precious, newborn son glowed brightly on your screen. His throat tightened as he looked at how small his boy was in his thick, muscular arms. Your little one had his tiny hand wrapped around his father's thick finger.

"Thought you'd be asleep," your husband said as he looked between you and your phone. You peeked at the screensaver and laughed.

"I'm more sneaky than you think," you winked playfully. Simon chuckled, his heart feeling more full than ever as he admired his beautiful family.

Price

“Oh shoot!” you gasped.

“What’s wrong, hon?” Price asked as he pushed your chair in.

“I forgot my purse in the car,” you said. Price smiled.

“I’ll get it, you go ahead and order our drinks,” he winked. You giggled and nodded.

“Don’t take too long,” you winked back. Price chuckled. He adored the fact that, despite being years into your marriage, the two of you still acted like you were in your honeymoon phase.

Price strolled outside the restaurant and unlocked the car. He snatched your purse before watching as your phone slipped out. His eyes widened as it slapped against her pavement.

Your husband clenched his jaw as he picked it up, thankful that there wasn’t a single scratch. He paused when your phone lit up with a familiar image.

Your oldest daughter remained perched on his shoulders. A giraffe tilted its neck down as the thee-year-old held out a small bundle of leaves, her face lit up with joy as her favorite animal ate from her hand.

The corners of the Captain’s eyes creased as he smiled. He slid your phone back into your purse before walking inside, ready to spend the night out with his lovely wife.

Johnny

Your boyfriend hummed along to the melody as he swayed side to side. The two of you were dancing in your kitchen, your head on his chest as he kept a hand on your lower back. The song slowly came to an end. Johnny smiled before pressing his lips against yours, only to jolt when an upbeat song started to play.

“Agh, sorry,” you laughed as you paused your phone. He happened to catch a glance at your screensaver, which looked like a blurred version of him fast asleep.

“What you got there?” Johnny grinned. You blinked and looked down at your phone.

“What? My phone?” you giggled as you held it up. Your boyfriend snorted and shook his head. “Hey!” you protested when he snatched it. “Johnny!” you said. The Scotsman smirked as he held it high above your head.

“Lemme see,” he smiled before opening your phone. His grin grew as he saw an image of him bathed in the early morning light, the bedsheets hanging loose around his naked hips as he slept peacefully. You bit your lip as you glanced away.

“I-It was just-“ you paused when he kissed your cheek.

“I love it,” he said with sparkling eyes. You smiled sheepishly as he handed you your phone. “Though it would look better if you included my arse in it,” Johnny winked.

“Johnny,” you chastised as he chuckled.

————

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moider-time · 1 year

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you ship soapghost?? any hcs for them?

Yeah I do! They're so cute together and ofc I have headcanons for them

Oh these two are such pining idiots. Everyone else can tell they're interested in eachother but those two just don't see it.

Especially Simon who is Oblivious™ like he doesn't want to believe that someone like Soap would love someone as broken as him

Soap was like " I'm in love with Ghost? Aight bet. He'd better prepare himself"

Once he knows Laswell and Price are cool with relationships between soldiers (they are bc I say so) Soap goes to town trying to woo Ghost.

Ghost thinking that Soap is just being super friendly cause he's never had platonic affection in his life while Soap is wearing a 'Ghosts are sexy' shirt.

To Soap's surprise, Ghost is the shy one. Soap has been in a few relationships while Ghost has never let someone be that close.

They really enjoy holding hands, even more than kissing.

They switch between who's the big and little spoon.

They refer to eachother as partners.

Ghost likes to lay his head on Soap's.

Soap calls Ghost darling, sweetheart, love and it never fails to fluster him.

Also he definitely calls him his good boy like in the game. Ghost with a praise kink? 👀

They both get possessive when seeing the other being hit on but it's especially Soap.

Soap's screensaver is Ghost accidentally trying to drink water with his balaclava on.

#cod #cod mwii #cod mw22 #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod soap #cod ghost #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #my babies #they're basically babygirl x babygirl #beck's asks

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sixpossumsinatrenchcoat · 9 months

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Talking to Ghosts

A postgame Omori epilogue exploring the way each member of the gang would cope after learning the truth. This time, Kel takes the wheel.

After Sunny gets into his mom’s car and leaves Faraway for good, Kel sits on his porch and Doesn’t Think About Anything.

It isn’t easy. Kel just had one of the craziest nights of his life. Everything Sunny said in that hospital room is bouncing around in his brain like one of those DVD screensavers. Except instead of a tacky color-changing logo, it's the worst thing he ever heard.

Luckily, Kel is very good at this game. He kicks off his shoes and digs his toes into the dirt. He plucks blades of grass and shreds them into spindly little threads. The bloody wreckage of Sunny's eye keeps surfacing in his mind, but it's way more fun to think about what he could IM Sunny about, now that Sunny has AIM. It’s even nicer to remember how tight Sunny hugged him before he left.

…Man. It's dumb, ‘cause it’s not like he didn’t already, but. Kel is really gonna miss that guy.

The sun climbs higher in the sky. The clouds scud by in no particular hurry. By the time the cool of morning heats to day, Kel is feeling sort of normal, actually.

So, of course, that’s when Aubrey shows up.

“Sunny,” she spits.

Kel does a double-take. “Wh— Huh?? Where???”

“No, you fucking moron, I’m asking. Where the fuck is Sunny.”

Right. Classic Aubrey. Skipping straight to ‘physical violence’ is an insane first resort, but it’s par for the course, for Aubrey. When Aubrey feels bad, she can’t just hide it, like Hero, or swallow it, like Basil, or—freaking—think about literally anything else, like Kel. Aubrey would rather forge her hurt into a warhammer and swing it at anyone dumb enough to get close.

They’ve had this fight a million times already. At this point, Kel could do it in his sleep.

Even after all this time, he can’t help letting Aubrey piss him off. But he does manage to bail out before she can break all his bones with her nail bat, so. That’s probably personal growth.

Kel gets all pissed off and stomps off and then stops being pissed off, because he hates being pissed off. He’s always hated feeling angry. It feels like poison in his blood. He doesn’t get how so many people can do it so much of the time. Why would you choose to feel bad when instead you could just… look at something else?

###

On his way inside, Kel blunders right into Hero.

“O-Oh! Sorry, bro!”

“All good,” Hero says automatically. Reflexive. His eyes are rimmed with red, but he obviously doesn’t plan on talking about it. “You okay?”

Kel has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. Clearly, Hero is taking the news way, way, way worse than anyone. (Including Aubrey, who is currently, actively committing property damage about it). But of course he’d rather die than say so.

“Totally,” Kel reassures him. “All good.”

###

It was the same when they were kids.

Oh, Hero acts like he never gets mad. He acts like he’s too grown-up for that kind of thing. He’s even pretty good at it. He’s got Aubrey fooled, and Sunny. And obviously their parents (not that that one was much of a challenge. Mamá and Dad would believe anything if Hero was the one who said it).

But Hero could never fool Mari. Mari was sharp, like Sunny. Perceptive enough to smell the lies on your breath. If you were hiding something, she could always draw it out of you. She’d soften Hero up with teasing and flattery and then hit him in his weak spot at the exact right moment, the perfect jab at the perfect angle to split him open like a fish. The good cop and the bad cop, all in one.

Kel used to hear them sometimes. Once in a blue moon, when Hero and Mari were sure that no one was listening, they would even let their hair down a little. Take off their disguises and let themselves be less-than-perfect for a change. Sometimes it was Hero who was crying, and sometimes it was Mari. Sometimes both of them at once!

But most of the time, they weren’t crying. They were pissed.

Like in fourth grade, after Kel’s practice got rained out. Kel was soaking wet and past exhausted. All he wanted was to lie down and close his eyes and not even think about the stupid math test that he definitely flunked this morning.

He was already reaching for the door when he heard the voices: pitched low and stretched taut, like a rubber band about to break.

“—even matter!!” Hero was whispering. “If I’m too busy, it’s my fault for not helping; but if I do tutor him—instead of studying for my own finals!! By the way!! Which I really need to be doing!!!”

“I’m familiar with the concept,” Mari said drily.

“—then it’s still my fault for—what? Not helping well enough? I mean, what??? What do they expect me to do? Freaking… crawl inside his head and make him smarter?”

Mari snickered. “You could hide a walkie-talkie in his hat. Like that Spongebob episode where he goes to driver’s ed.”

Hero huffed a tired laugh. “I just don’t get what they expect me to do. I’m not the one who still can’t do long division in fourth grade.”

Kel froze with his hand on the doorknob. Okay. Yeah. He wasn’t sure for a second, but—yeah. They were definitely talking about him.

Some people would probably pick a fight about it. Some people (cough, cough, Aubrey) would storm in guns a-blazing. And where would that get her? All the mean stuff she heard would still be in her head. Nothing would change, except that everyone would know that everyone knew that everything was worse than it looked. Kel didn’t want any part in it.

He backed away from the door. He backed all the way down the hall, and halfway down the stairs. Then—louder this time—he stomped up the steps and burst through the door to their room.

“Oh!” Hero looked very briefly panicked. “H-Hey, little bro! Short practice today?”

“Uh huh! We got rained out! But look!!!” Kel bared his teeth, showing off the ragged hole where his canine used to be.

Hero turned faintly green.

“Grooossss!” Mari giggled. “Did you twist it out yourself?”

“Uh huh!”

She ruffled his hair. “You’re so cool, Kel. Don’t ever change, okay?”

Kel grinned up at her, gap-toothed and beaming. “You got it!!”

###

But everyone changes.

###

Kel opens his eyes in Basil’s room.

It’s not how he remembers. Basil’s room used to be wall-to-wall leaves and vines and memories. Now it’s vacant. No photos. No sticky note reminders. None of Sunny's sketches on the walls. Just white paint and beige carpet and a pool of inky dark, slowly swallowing the floor.

In real life, Kel wasn’t here for this part. He had to hear about it from Aubrey while they huddled outside the ICU, clutching each other’s hands hard enough to cut off the circulation and taking turns telling each other that it was going to be okay. But Kel’s brain must not know that. Because this time, he can see everything.

Basil kneels over Sunny’s chest. Sunny’s face is eyeless mush. A mangle of ground meat.

There’s a blur of motion as Hero tackles Basil against the wall.

“Kel!” he bellows. He kicks the shears across the floor. “Kelsey! Now!!”

Oh. This is where he comes in.

Kel jerks around to stare at Hero, who’s got Basil pinned by the throat. “Wh–What?”

“Hold him!!”

“Huh???” Basil isn’t even struggling. He's just dangling there. Bleeding.

“NOW!!”

On his way across the room, Kel almost trips over something on the floor. A body. Sunny’s. But Sunny was sleeping in the living room. Why would Sunny be on Basil’s floor?

Kel looks closer.

Sunny’s face is red. Sunny’s hair is slicked flat and his face is all red, only red without any eyes at all. His face is torn red and he’s—moving. He’s moving. He’s awake. He’s bleeding out and he can feel it happen because he’s still awake.

Sunny looks at Kel without any eyes. Red sputters through his teeth. “Khrrrh—”

###

Kel wakes up gasping. Scrambles for his phone before he remembers that he doesn’t have Sunny's number. Does Sunny even have a phone? Would Kel even know if he did?

He stumbles downstairs to the family desktop. Sunny’s online. Big surprise. Sunny is always online, and never answers.

Kel is so freaked out, he almost types, ‘Hey, are you okay?’

‘Hey, Sunny! Sorry, I don’t want to stress you out, but I’m really scared. I’m really scared for you Sunny. I can’t stop feeling like something bad is going to happen. I can’t stop dreaming that something bad is going to happen. But they don’t feel like nightmares. They feel like visions. Premonitions.’

‘Hi Sunny. Long time no see, haha. Hey, weird question: are you okay? Are you hurt? Please tell me if you’re hurting but please please PLEASE don’t lie. Sometimes I get so scared you’re going to die. Are you going to die? You have to tell me if you’re—’

Kel doesn’t type any of that stuff.

He types, snnyyyy! u up? lol

He types, cant sleep haha

He types, wanna sneak out 2 hobbeez? ;) ;) ;)

Sunny doesn’t answer. Because he lives three hours away, and because he never answers. Whatever it is that Sunny wants, it’s obviously not to go to fucking Hobbeez.

Kel types, misss u bro. gna try 2 sleep. wishme luck :/

###

When he pads downstairs, he’s met with the hissing crackle of frying eggs.

“Mo~rning!” his mom sings out. “Thought I’d make breakfast, since it’s your brother’s last day!”

Right. Hero heads back to college tomorrow. Kel knew that. “Heck yeah! Can I help?”

“Vaya, vaya! I don’t need any more mess! Oh, and your friend got home from the hospital. You should go say hi! I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

“My—” Kel sputters, before he remembers that she couldn’t possibly be talking about Sunny. Sunny lives three hours away. “Who??”

“The little blanquito. Que siempre parece como conejito mojado.”

Well, that’s definitely not Sunny. Which means that, by ‘hospital,’ Mamá meant ‘psych ward.’ Specifically, the wing for kids who tried to murder their best friend.

Kel’s eyes unfocus a little. The last time he saw Basil, it was—

(—pinned to the wall with Hero's elbow pressed into his throat. Beads of red dripping from his fingers. Even later, blanched and bloodless on the gurney, Kel could still see the blood crusted under his—

Basil wasn’t even very badly hurt, after. It looked a lot worse than it was, but that’s just ‘cause all his wounds were on his face. It’s not like Sunny’d had any way to defend himself. Just his own two hands. At worst, the marks might have got infected from all the grime under Sunny’s unwashed nails.)

“You should go see him!” Mamá says encouragingly. “I’m sure he’d be glad to see a friend.”

…Right. That’s what Kel is. A friend.

###

Basil really is back. He’s coming to school and everything. It’s—weird.

Not bad. It’s not bad. It’s just that talking to Basil is— Um. It’s sort of like playing a videogame about talking to Basil. Like Kel is watching himself from outside-in.

It was the same after Mari. Kel couldn’t wrap his head around why she did it. He couldn’t even stand to think about why she did it. So, he didn’t. He spent months on autopilot. Controlling his body remotely, like a mech pilot or something. ‘Press A to get out of bed.’ ‘Press B to put on your clothes.’ ‘Press X to bring your brother another meal that you both know he isn’t going to eat.’

“K-Kel?” Basil says again.

“Haha, sorry! Guess I spaced out for a second. I just wanted to say that it’s, uh. You know. It’s good to have you back! And if you ever need anything—someone to talk to, or to back you up if someone’s messing with you, or whatever—just, like, let me know.”

Basil doesn’t look up. He just keeps fidgeting with his fingernails, chewing a scab on his lip that’s already started to bleed. He obviously isn’t convinced.

“Hey, c’mon!” Kel whacks him on the arm, making Basil flinch. “You know we’ve got your back. If anyone gives you a hard time, you tell them to talk to me.”

If anything, Basil looks even less convinced. “...R-Right. Um. Thank you. I’ll… do that.”

Kel has to stop himself from scowling. He’s aware that he’s fucking this up. He just doesn’t understand why.

For a few years there, Kel was pretty sure that he was a good friend, at least. If nothing else. Now it turns out he couldn’t even get that right. In the end, it’s like everything else. No matter how hard he tries, it never seems to be enough.

What is it about friendship that he isn’t getting? Isn’t being friends just, like… hanging out, and going on adventures, and having a good time and stuff? Why is everyone so determined to make it into this big exhausting thing?

###

Kel is hanging out on Sunny’s porch again. Though technically it isn’t Sunny’s porch anymore. The For Sale sign is gone, so the sale must have gone through. But no one’s actually moved in yet, so. Not like there’s anyone to kick him out.

Kel isn’t moping, if that’s what you think. Being here is just a habit. Somewhere he goes to be alone. If anyone saw him here, they’d feel too awkward to approach.

…With one obvious exception.

Aubrey stalks across the lawn with her bat slung over one shoulder. The storm brewing in the air frizzes her hair to angry spikes. As usual, she doesn’t mince words.

“Are you seriously still doing this?”

Kel buries his face in his hands. “Why are you still so mad at me?”

“Why do you think?”

Thunder rolls. Lightning rends the sky, a violent gash in the dark.

“I don’t know!!” Kel shouts, too-loud in the ensuing quiet. “That’s why I’m asking!!”

Just for a second, Aubrey’s bat lowers. “...Are you actually fucking stupid? You totally iced me out. For years. In the worst time of my life.”

“I already apologized for that!!”

“I don’t care,” Aubrey snarls. Her goodwill has officially run out. “That doesn’t do anything! I’m not gonna get any less mad until you make it make sense!!”

Kel grimaces. “It’s— It was just…”

…It’s just that she was being so awful. At home, Kel was swallowed up by the black hole of Hero’s grief. And the second he clawed his way out into the light, there was Aubrey, choking, totally coming apart. Kel just wanted to feel okay for two seconds. Was that really so much to ask?

Wasn’t it bad enough that Mari was gone? Wasn’t it enough that Sunny left with her? There were plenty of times when Kel couldn’t get away from it. When he had to lock himself in the shower to keep from breaking down. But did it really have to be all the time? Always? For every second of every day?

Kel couldn’t even laugh at a joke without feeling like a jerk. Like feeling okay for a second was an insult. (Not to Mari, obviously. Mari was like Kel: she found the fun in every moment. Mari would be thrilled to see him whoop after landing a free throw, or laugh because a butterfly landed on his juice-stained shirt. And she’d hate how Hero and Aubrey were acting. So why was Kel the only one who was wrong?)

“I gotta go,” he mutters, jerking to his feet.

Aubrey barks a cold laugh. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

You can read Kel's chapter here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929270/chapters/123048562

Or start from the beginning: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43929270/chapters/110454879

#omori fanfic #omori suntan #omori photobomb #omori kelbrey #omori epilogue #true end #this shit is effectively therapy (but only for me)#omori spoilers

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mockerycrow · 9 months

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(Continuation of the Price ask that racoon anon filled into)

He'd not get in the way, but DAMN would it hurt him.

His mind and sight immediately went into screensaver mode when he heard from Johnny how much you like Ghost, or when Kyle told the group the two of you are dating, or when you confide in him your crush on Soap. It all felt so unreal for a moment, as if time stopped, and he can feel his heart just thump in his chest. So many questions run through his mind. Was he too slow? Did you not notice his flirting? Or did you notice, but decided to let him down easy? After a couple moments he's shakily back to normal, barely supressing the urge to excuse himself and go... Do what? Cry? Drink? Take his anger out at the shooting range? He doesn't know, he just feels lost.

Eventually, he'll start getting over the heartbreak. But even then, he can't help but feel the agonising dull pain in his chest everytime he thinks about a future with you. It's the same kind of pain you get when a wound is closed, but still bruised and healing beneath the outermost layer of skin. He doesn't let an ounce of jealousy sneak into his thoughts, he doesn't want to ruin what relationship he has with you. In fact, he's happy for you, after all you're in a relationship with a person you love, but damn, does he want that person to be him...

AAAHGJGJF I LOVE ANGSTT

I wanna touch on Price’s feelings about finding out and how he deals with them—he excuses himself, it’s early in the morning and he takes the rest of the day to calm down. I feel like he would go through stages. Maybe a takes a drink at first, not too much but just enough to settle his nerves and the gnawing anxiety in his stomach.

Maybe after that, the shooting range—or maybe some sparring. He’s visibly more aggressive, less tactical in his movements and ways, but he can feel the frustration and jealousy rolling out of his veins. After that? He spends the rest of his day in his office—saying that he has paperwork to do so no one should bother him, and that’s partially true; but he finds himself sitting there, rereading the same half written report he began an hour and a half ago.

Price knows you’re happy, so he won’t do anything, but god, it fucking hurts.

#call of duty #call of duty mwii #cod mw2 #mw2022 #mw2 2022 #cod #modern warfare ii #price x reader #john price x gn!reader #price x gn!reader #captain price x gn!reader #captain price x reader #john price x reader #crow’s thoughts

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venelona · 1 year

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I saw your ghost and IMMEDIATELY put him on my desktop. And of course I had to change my screensaver so they matched 💚

My friends told me this is an Office joke cuz I didn't get it. To be fair Leon wouldn't get it either but for his boomer reasons

I'm glad people showing Leo around the world and making their screens feel like home <3

@beeceit

#ask v #ghost future leonardo #ghost future leonardo shinenigans #rottmnt spoilers #I need to make a screen to take screenshots for him instead of keep using SAI gray background lol

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widowbitessting · 2 years

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Hello hope you are well

I just sawva tik tok about changing the partner phone background in a spicy picture of themselves so i was thinking what would the trio do if baby did such a thing

😏😏😏😏

Imagine…🤳

Wanda would look at her phone whilst she’s out doing a conference in front of hundreds of people. She checks it during the break so she’s sure there are no eyes on her. When she sees the picture her whole demeanour just freezes and her cheeks blush. She’s quick to lock her phone again and when she looks up, the person sitting next to her catches her eye and looks at her with a quizzical expression. Wanda doesn’t want to risk anyone else seeing what belongs to them. No matter how tempting it is to look again, because holy shit; you look fucking hot. What makes it worse is you seem to know she’s seen it and decide to spam the group chat; excitedly rambling about a cute puppy wearing sunglasses you’ve just passed on your daily walk home. Even though she eventually changes her screensaver back to her original picture; she’s made sure to save the one you did.

Carol sees hers when at home. She’s midway through cleaning the kitchen when her phone explodes with your puppy information and when she sees it, Carol bursts out laughing before checking the picture very throughly. Carol then debates changing it and wonders how flustered she can make you with it but eventually decides against it as, same to Wanda; Carol doesn’t want others to see what belongs to them. So after a screenshot, Carol too changes her picture and then decides to give you a ring; asking for a very detailed explanation of why and when you took the picture. Does she care you’re walking home? No. Consider this your mini punishment for being a little brat. Even if it is cute.

Natasha sees hers when out for her jog and it takes her by complete surprise, so much in fact that she trips and falls into a passerby. She apologises so much and makes the mental note to spank your ass until your red for causing her to do that. Even if she is silently thanking you for doing it - because holy crap. Natasha cannot close her mouth. You’re just so…delectable. She decides to walk the rest of the way home just so she can ogle at the picture before changing it back to what she had originally. She later saves the picture as her desktop screensaver instead. And smiles the entire time she does so. If that doesn’t make working from home more enjoyable, Natasha doesn’t know what will.

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cdyssey · 1 year

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Yellowjackets 2.02 Thoughts:

Shauna talking to Jackie’s dead ghost is so fucking haunting. The utter banality of the talk, and yet, at the same time, Jackie always urging Shauna towards some sort of precipice, whether it’s confessing the “truth” or acknowledging that she’s the one holding the knife. No one’s doing homoerotic fucked up besties like them. 😭

Tai and Lottie both caring for Shauna makes me tender.

God, I really appreciate Callie’s character. Her parents are really messing her up, and yet, even as she’s cognizant of this, one of the things she seems to be hurt by most is the fact that neither of them have registered that she’s gone. She talks about using the vape to numb herself into oblivion. And that’s exactly how Shauna feels every single day.

TAISSA POUNDING ESPRESSO AFTER ESPRESSO. REFUSING TO SLEEP. HER REFLECTION MOVING. MA’AM, SEEK HELP.

The fucking no-eyed man. I can deal with the extensive gore. I can handle the cannibalism. But THIS GUY. Every time he comes on my screen, I McFreakin’ lose it. What is his DEAL?

Also, why tf is this show so darkly lit? Showtime, do better.

Sophie Thatcher perfectly replicating Juliette’s cadence is always so incredible to me!!!!! Of the casting pairs, I’ve always thought they look the least alike appearance wise, but goddamn, Sophie nails the mannerisms.

“We are an intentional community turning suffering into strength.” Lmao, Lottie. Also, adult Lottie is so, so pretty.

“It’s heliotrope, it’s not purple.” AKQKWKDJWJS.

Lottie treating Lisa like an underpaid intern about the drink, lmfao. Loving adult Lottie’s vibes so far. Her entire enlightened act is so performative, but simmering underneath, is that same uneasy energy that the rest of our core four has. To take the analogy further, she’s seemed to take the Tai and Shauna route of trying to repress what happened in the woods and pretend like everything’s fine. She’s fine. Of course she’s paired with Nat, the perpetual realist here.

Shauna trying to reach out to Callie and being rebuffed at every attempt. It’s not necessarily that it’s too little, too late, and more that she’s ignoring the elephant of a body in the room, trying to move past it, like she always does. Hhhhhghhh.

Misty’s screensaver being a stock photo of ultra cute kittens is perfect. ANQKWOQWODJ, MISTY ANGRILY REPLYING ON “REDDIT” AND THEN REALIZING SHE MADE A TYPO. WKQKWKSJDJAJ.

THE MAKEUP ON JACKIE. GODDAMN.

Tai confronting Shauna is so fucking painful. Sophie Nélisse utterly shutting down. Lottie defending her. I’m so unwell. They both care for her so much, and there’s also this added element of Taissa trying to run from her own demons by making Shauna confront her own.

Taissa and Shauna’s relationship genuinely might be my favorite on this show in both timelines. Like, it is so complicated and raw and brutal and simultaneously so loving. Hhhggsghhhshhh.

Kevyn showing up. Oh, God. Oh, God. And Shauna fuckin’ lying. LISTEN, I objectively know they’re not going to stick Melanie Lynskey in jail (at least for long), but still, I can’t wait for this storyline to be resolved.

KEVYN CATCHING HER IN THE LIE. GODDAMN. BABY GIRL, MISTY MADE YOU A COOKIE TELLING YOU EXACTLY WHAT TO SAY.

AND SHE’S STILL LYING. GIRLFRIEND,THEY CAN SUPBOENA YOUR TEXTS OR SOMETJING.

Callie stepping in to help her mom. I’m actually so tender about their effed up relationship, it’s unreal.

“So you lied to be feminist?” KQQKKWEKDJDJEJEJNSWHAJS.

“At least go through the back in case he’s still out there.” I’m unwell.

Sammy showing up. Hhhhgh. As upsetting as it is that Simone is being so cautious and cold towards Taissa, it is so warranted after finding your beloved family dog beheaded in the basement as part of some fucked up sacrificial altar.

Elijah Wood!!!!!!!!!! AKWKDNNSS. THE KNEE HIGH SOCKS WITH THE SHORTS.

NAT FAKING JAVI’S DEATH, OH, MY FUCKING GOD. CUTTING HERSELF TO FAKE BLOOD. THIS SHOW.

Poor Travis. Oh, my God.

Adult Travis!! The fact that he calls Lottie as well… Simone Kessell is doing such a wonderful job with Lottie; her rage and fear in the Travis flashbacks are compelling.

GOD. TRAVIS INITIATING THIS RITUAL. Whether we can trust that Lottie’s telling the truth, that remains to be seen, but I do think the fact that they’re accompanying the story with a bonafide flashback makes me think that they want us to take it at least some of it at face value.

THE ZOMBIE FUCKING LAURA LEE HALLUCINATION. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. The tenderness in her eyes before LL stepped out of the shadows, though. Lottie/Laura Lee truthers rise up.

Also, adult Lottie/Nat have very good chemistry.

THERE BEING A CHAIN ON TAISSA’S GODDAMN DOOR. DID SHE HALLUCINATE HER SON? UM.

WHERE THE FUCK ARE SAMMY AND STEVE, TAI? 😭

Oh, God. The debate about Jackie’s clothes. So brutal. Like the earlier cabin scenes in this ep. showed, the tensions between the girls are reaching a fever pitch.

Lottie seeing the cut on Jackie’s arm, but not being judgmental about it. Giving her the necklace. 😭😭

Callie, don’t flirt with that grown ass man. Nooooooo.

Callie lying and saying she’s a student at Rutgers, the same school Jackie and Shauna were supposed to go to. ;-;

Shauna going to light the pyre when Nat was confronting Lottie. Hhhhgh.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU END AND I BEGIN.” NOT A BLURRED MARGINS LINE. FUCK ME UP.

Travis adding Javi’s pants to the fire. 😭 Lottie and Tai being the ones who escort Shauna away. Hhhhhshhhhhhgh.

I’m so excited to see the other adults interact with Lottie.

Nat having a clearly traumatic flashback when she lays down…

AWNDNSNSN, THE BLACKLIGHT NOTE.

THE DUDE CALLIE WAS FLIRTINT WITH BEING A DETECTIVE. JESUS.

Kevyn being soft on Shauna. ;w; I really do like him, and I’m glad they brought him back.

Not Travisnat having sex on the eve when he just found out his brother is dead. NOT HIM ENVISIONING LOTTIE. WOOF.

THE TWISTING AERIAL PERSPECTIVE. SNOW FALLING ON TOP OF JACKIE’S PYRE. OH, MY GOD. IT’S???????? IT’S SMOKING HER. IT’S FUCKING COOKING HER FOR REAL.

TAI HALLUCINATED SAMMY. OH, MY GOD.

“You are… very sick, Taissa.” I’m so sad.

“BAD ONE” TAISSA NOT LOOKING AT THE ROAD, GLARING AT SIMONE. A FUCKING WRECK. SHIT. SIMONE, PULL THROUGH QUEEN. SOMEONE HAS TO BE NORMAL FOR SAMMY.

OH, GOD. THAT FIRST SHOT OF JACKIE’S BODY IS SO FUCKED UP.

THEY ARE ALL GONNA FUCKIN’ EAT HER.

SHE WANTS US TO.

THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY FEAST. IT’S A SACRED COMMUNION. IT’S BACCHANALIA. IT’S STARVING CHILDREN EATING THEIR TEAM CAPTAIN AND FRIEND IN THE WOODS.

POOR COACH BEN. HELP AOQMWNDNJWJWJSJSJS.

#maggie blogs #yellowjackets #yellowjackets spoilers #s: yellowjackets #THIS SHOW HAS EVERYTHING

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bradsmindbrain · 1 year

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Madhouse Mike Headcanons

● Like the other romanceable characters, I see him as being either Pan or Bi, but in his case I’m leaning more towards the latter.

● His interpersonal skills are absolute dogshit, even when he was alive. His years of isolation have not helped at all, and a computer screen can only do so much.

● He feels... weird. Like an odd combination of fuzzy and slimy, not to mention cold to the touch.

● Aside from “Debbie,” possums, and the occasional ghost hunter, he was basically alone for the most part, But hey, it’s fine. It’s not fine.

● When it comes to Robyn, he is incredibly clingy, and usually stays close to them.

● Tends to bounce around in Robyn’s phone like a screensaver when he’s bored.

● The only things anyone’s seen him drink are soda, and on rare occasions, beer. The others are more concerned that he can drink at all.

● He and Taro despise eachother, if they’re left alone together for more than five minutes something is going to get broken.

● Literally treats any possum he runs into like a stray cat.

● As I’ve mentioned before, I see him as having ADHD with mild Autistic tendencies. He’s very knowledgeable about topics he’s interested in, especially the paranormal, but he has major impulse control issues, and kind of has trouble understanding boundaries.

● Even if he didn’t fully remember Debbie until his encounter with Mr. Walker, he still subconsciously remembered her, hence the weird effigy at the radio station.

● They’d known each other since forever, and they were basically best friends. After remembering her, well, he hopes she’ll visit Elkhorn County at some point.

● As of now though, he does consider Robyn to be his best pal, even if he never outright says it, he is incredibly grateful that they helped him get out of such a dark place in his (after)life, and feels incredibly guilty for trying to kill them back at the station.

● Following his encounter with Mr. Walker, he’s come to hate confined spaces, sure he can just pass through walls, but getting shoved and trapped in the lantern was honestly kind of traumatic.

● Generally tends to stim with his hands a lot when his ghost body is more than just an amorphous ball. Sure he has arms when he’s smaller but it’s hard to do what he wants to do with them.

● Has basically replaced Siri on Robyn’s phone. Even when he’s not possessing it his voice is still used.

● Robyn got him hooked on Welcome to Night Vale. He has denied crying while listening to it, no one believes him.

● Is trying to get his own podcast up and running at the moment. He’s still trying to finalize the scripts for the first few episodes, but Robyn thinks it looks promising from what they’ve seen.

● Despite being dead for seven years, he’s better at keeping up with current trends than August is. This is mostly because he spent a lot of time on the station’s computer when he wasn’t on-air.

● While he does act like an ass a lot of the time, he does genuinely care about the others, especially Robyn.

#madhouse mike #mike madhouse #cryptid crush #my stuff #headcanons #i won’t make headcanon posts for the other characters #yet #mike’s just in my brain and i want to put it into words

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