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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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fic ask game! You know me, couldn't pick just one, so I did a few and you choose which sounds most interesting.

Perspective Flip: Literally anything in JOW from Steve's perspective, bonus points if Javi and/or Connie are involved somehow???

For Want of a Nail: Grave Mistakes but Carrillo's shot isn't deadly. It maims Diego so DIEGO LIVES TO TELL THE TALE and also lives to you know. Talk back. Huge eyes emoji.

Time After Time: A Good Time and it's one week after? Legit don't know if Walt and reader would've intentionally seen each other or unintentionally but surely the fates (aka you) can make it happen somehow?

and you know me and i have no self control and i simply couldn't just pick one either! 😂💕 all the goodies are under the cut because I also...ramble... 👀 (ask game can be found Here)

Perspective Flip for Just One Week (also the fact that you chose my hillbilly husband for this??? chef's kiss): Okay so I'm gonna do a little POV flip from the end of chapter 1, because I do so love the idea of Steve going home to Connie and telling her about all of this to gossip like a little school girl sksksk

Steve was laughing at the back and forth that had transpired between Javi and Carrillo as he stood up to gather his things and finally get ready to go home. "He's never gonna do another favor for you again."

Javi waved his hand dismissively as he also got ready to leave. "he needs us now."

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "You know, I really don't think that's true."

"Sure it is," Javi replied with no hesitation, lighting a cigarette as the two of them made their way toward the parking lot. "You think he knows how to handle her parents? What to say to her?"

Steve's eyebrows lifted, amusement all over his face as he asked, "Do you know how to do either of those things, Jav?"

He exhaled a stream of smoke as they got to their cars, parked side-by-side like they were nearly every day. "Got more of an idea of how to do it than he does."

Steve chuckled as he unlocked the door to his car. "Funny that she didn't ask you to do all this, then."

Javi dropped his cigarette to the ground, snubbing it out beneath his shoe. "She might still change her mind."

He rolled his eyes, choosing not to respond to the comment. "'Night, Javi," he said with a laugh as he slid into the driver's seat of his car.

When she heard the click of the lock on the door, Connie didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Keeping her eyes trained on the stove in front of her, she listened to the sound of Steve walking in. The door swinging shut, the clattering of his keys on the table, the way his footsteps went from heavy to soft once he took off his boots.

"Hey," she called back to him.

He walked up behind her, arms wrapping around her waist as he leaned in and kissed the side of her head. "Hey."

"How was work?" she asked. When all she got in response to that was a laugh, she finally turned so that she could look at him. "That good? Or that bad?"

He shook his head. "Wanna hear somethin' crazy?"

She smiled, letting her eyes drift back to the stove. "Sure."

"Y/N asked Carrillo to be her fake boyfriend while her parents are in town."

Connie let out a small laugh. "Oh? What'd he say?"

Now it was Steve's turn to laugh as he said, "He said yea." He shook his head. "You believe that? Fuckin' Carrillo."

Connie laughed at his disbelief, turning and looking at him again. "Is it that hard to believe?"

Steve smiled but there were still traces of confusion and disbelief on his face. "C'mon, Connie. I've told you about him. You really think he's the romantic type?"

She turned the heat down on the stove before turning around to face him head-on. "I didn't think that you were the romantic type at first. But look at you now," she said as she gestured to the fact that he still had his hands on her hips, keeping himself close to her the way that he always did.

"You didn't think I was?" he asked, seemingly shocked.

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "No, Mr. Who Checks Out A Cop's Ass, Right? I didn't think you were a romantic when I met you. But," she patted his chest, "I was wrong. Maybe you are too. Maybe Y/N knows that."

He shook his head. "Yea, I don't think that's it."

Tilting her chin up, she stole a quick kiss. "I guess you'll have to wait and see." She turned back around to the stove. "Keep me updated, yea?"

For Want Of A Nail for Grave Mistakes: The way that Diego surviving would change the landscape for every dynamic on that team going forward. (Obvs him dying does too but you know what I mean lol) I've also spent a lot of time wondering what it would take to finally make Diego snap and sort of lose his shit a little bit. I think that this would definitely do it! I think that he would finally snap on Carrillo, and it would mostly be about the fact that, yea, Carrillo almost ended his entire fucking life, but it would also be about everything else, too. Even if Diego didn't say it, you just know that some of the venom in his voice has been sitting in the pit of his stomach, stifled down for the sake of professionalism that he doesn't need to have in that moment anymore. My ideal scenario of this happening is him still being in the hospital. He's still stuck in bed after surgery and he'll be fine but everything still hurts. Steve is there visiting and dragged Javi with him and they're in there when Carrillo shows up, and it's the most tense and awkward few seconds known to man before Steve finally clears his throat and awkwardly has to drag Javi out of the room because he doesn't want to leave the two of them alone because Javi is still Team Carrillo all the way. But Steve manages it and leaves the two of them. And it's the first time that Carrillo has seen Diego since the dropped him at the hospital in the first place. 👀

Carrillo stood uncomfortably far away from the hospital bed, as close to the closed door as he could manage. He forced himself to take a tiny step forward as he said, "You look better."

Diego let out a dry laugh, cringing slightly in pain as he let his head drop back against the pillow behind him. "If I looked worse, I think that'd mean I'm--"

"Ramírez," Carrillo cut him off, whether out of force of habit, or because he didn't want to face the potential outcome of what he'd done, he wasn't sure.

"What?" he said, an edge to his voice as he stared up at the hospital room ceiling. Taking a deep breath, he looked over at Carrillo. "What do you want? What can I do for you, Colonel?" there was sarcasm in his voice where there never had been before.

He shook his head slightly, feeling the burn of shame creeping up the back of his neck. "Nothing. I don't..." he trailed off for a moment, unsure of where his sentence had been going. "I just wanted to make sure that you're alright."

"Since when?"

Carrillo froze, eyes widening for a moment at the question. "What?"

"Since when," he adjusted himself so that he was sitting a little more upright, easier to look Carrillo in the eye for this, "do you want to make sure that I'm alright?"

"Since..."

Despite the pain, and the anger, and the exhaustion, Diego felt something close to validation starting to build, too. "I didn't think I'd ever see the day you actually looked guilty over something that you did to me."

That was the moment that Carrillo realized that all of the times Diego had ever gotten under his skin in the past, it hadn't never been intentional. This, though, whatever this conversation was going to turn out to be, was going to show Carrillo just how easy Diego had been taking it on him for all the months that had gone by. "I didn't mean t--"

"You fucked up." It was Diego's turn to cut him off. "Top to bottom, everything that went wrong that day was on you. All the men that died? That was on you too. They should all still be here." He sucked in a breath, cringing for a moment as his hand came to rest over the bandage that hid the stitches across his stomach. "And you should've looked before you shot me," he tacked the statement on almost like it was afterthought, like it wasn't the entire reason Carrillo had shown up in the first place.

Carrillo could feel himself getting defensive even though he had no right to. "I thought--"

"You didn't think," Diego shot back with a shake of his head. "And that's why I almost bled out on the back seat of your car."

"Diego," Carrillo started, another sentence that he didn't know where it was going.

When he didn't say anything else, Diego figured he would fill the silence. "If you came to apologize, don't." He let out a humorless laugh. "If you didn't apologize when it happened, I know you're not going to mean it now." Diego could see it on the man's face that he was landing hit after hit without even having the ability to get out of bed. "If you came to talk about something else, it can wait until I'm back."

"Until you're back?" he parroted back.

A hint of a smug grin tried to pull at the ends of Diego's mouth. "Yea. Once I'm cleared, I'll be back." He saw the shock on Carrillo's face and laughed. "I can live with what you did to me, Carrillo. Can you?"

Time After Time for A Good Time: Okay the fates can and will make them run into each other again. Not only do they run into each other, but they run into each other while Walt is with Sal (aka: what's left of the Smash & Grab crew) 😌

Walt let out an annoyed exhale, a puff of smoke flowing from between his lips as he did. He was shaking his head at Sal, who was sitting across the table from him in the small restaurant and bar. "I'm tellin' you, it's not gonna fuckin' work. We gotta--"

"Walt?" you couldn't stop yourself from saying it, from interrupting their conversation.

Both men instantly turned and looked at you. Walt's eyes widened at the sight of you, the man across from him keeping his expression neutral as he went back and forth between looking at you, and looking at the man sitting across from him.

The shock was slowly starting to fade from Walt's face, but the annoyance that had been there previously wasn't coming back. You couldn't get a read on the expression, really, on Walt's face or the other man's.

You supposed that you couldn't really blame him for being surprised. He probably didn't expect to see you again, or at least, that's what your assumption had been when you'd woken up to an empty bed the morning after the two of you had gone home together. You hadn't taken it personally then, weren't particularly happy or sad about it one way or the other. But you also hadn't been expecting to see him again.

"Hey," he finally forced out.

The tone of Walt's voice got a surprised, almost amused look out of the man he was sitting with. He took a sip of his beer before nodding to Walt. The fact that he had never seen Walt looking the way he did, told him everything that he needed to know about the situation, about who you were. "You gonna introduce me to your friend, Breslin?"

You laughed at that before you could stop yourself. "That'd be quite the trick," you said as you looked at Walt with a bit of a smirk, "since he never actually got my name."

The other man laughed, shaking his head as he held his hand out. "I'm Sal."

You smiled, shaking his hand as you gave him your name in return. "Nice to meet you." You looked at Walt. "And here I was thinking that you didn't have any friends."

Sal's grin stretched a little wider, reveling in the entirety of the scenario that you all found yourselves in. "Here I was thinking that Walt never--"

"Can you give us a minute, Sal?" Walt cut him off before he disappeared completely into the floor out of discomfort.

Sal chuckled, nodding as he stood up. "I'll grab us another round." He looked at you. "Want one?" he held up his beer bottle.

You shook your head. "I'm alright, thanks. I won't be long."

Sal nodded in acknowledgment, sparing one last look between the two of you before chuckling and walking away, shaking his head as he went.

You sat in the empty chair between Walt's and Sal's. You were about to try and break the ice when Walt spoke up. "Sorry I just, you know..."

"Took off without saying goodbye?" you finished his sentence with a laugh. You saw the sheepish nod he gave you and shook your head. "It's fine, Walt. Honestly, I wasn't exactly surprised. A little offended? Sure," you joked, "But not surprised.

He let out a small chuckle, like he wasn't sure if he was allowed to laugh at that. "Right."

You studied his face, the way it looked a little different now than it had then. His stubble was a little shorter, the expression on his face seeming a little less tired now than it had then, but you wondered if that had less to do with him actually feeling better, and more to do with the fact that you'd caught him so off-guard it gave him a tiny jolt of energy.

"You know, I kind of wanted to give you a hard time just for the fun of it," you said with a smile, "but it seems like your friend is going to take care of that for me."

Walt laughed, a little more at ease about it this time. "Yea, he fuckin' will don't worry."

"I had accepted that I probably wasn't ever going to see you again," you told him as you took out a cigarette for yourself, lighting it before continuing. "But since, you know, here we are," you gestured between you with the hand that held the cigarette, swirling smoke between you, "it feels like it'd be a waste to not take advantage of it."

His brows drew together in confusion. "Yea?"

You chuckled at his expression. "Yea," you nodded as you placed your cigarette between your lips, grabbed a napkin off the table and a pen from your bag. You jotted down your number before folding it up and sliding it over to him, like you were passing off classified information. Taking the smoke back between your fingers, you said, "There's my number. You know, to go with the name."

The look of surprise came back to his face. Part of him almost thought that you must be giving him a fake number, that he was going to be calling a random person on the other end of the state, or an ex of yours or something. "Really?"

You laughed. "Really. We had a good time, right?" When he nodded, you gave him one in return. "Good times can happen more than once." You saw his friend coming back out of the corner of your eye and you carefully stood up. You took another drag before saying, "Call me," tendrils of smoke slipping out with each letter. Turning to look at his friend, you smile. "Nice meeting you."

The slick grin on his face was more directed at Walt than it was at you as he said, "You too." He sat down, both he and Walt watching as you walked up to the counter to pick up whatever food you'd shown up for. Sal was unable to stop his laughter as he said, "You didn't get her fucking name, man?"

Walt chuckled, shaking his head as he toyed with the folded napkin you'd given him. "Fuck off."

Sal nodded to the item between Walt's fingers. "That her number?" Walt's silence spoke volumes. "You gonna call her?" Sal chuckled as he watched Walt shake his head, but he didn't really deny it. "You're gonna call her."

Reaching across the table, Walt chuckled as he grabbed one of the beer bottles that Sal had brought back. "Give me my fuckin' beer."

Ashling, if you read this far, I love you and I'm sorry 😂 These were all just so fun I couldn't kill my darlings I couldn't so I just did all of them lmao

#ask #asks #just one week #grave mistakes #a good time #narcos #narcos mexico #walt breslin #horacio carrillo #steve murphy #oc diego #oc diego ramirez #ashlingiswriting

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joysofescapism · 4 months

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Book Review: Grave Mistakes by Ivy Asher & Raven Kennedy

It’s never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to Hell.

When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this.

Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a Gate to Hell. Yeah…I don’t got this.

Now I’m stuck in a terrifying new reality: a group of hot demons who act like I can solve all their problems, and a battle between good, evil, and balance.

This will seriously teach me to read the fine print on Help Wanted ads. Good thing this job comes with a scythe. Maybe I can use it to stop them from dragging my ass into Hell.

Read my full review below.

Delta was the main reason why I love this book. She was funny and there were so many times when I would drop my phone to roll and laugh. I did not find her monologues annoying, I find her thought process interesting. Despite her quirkiness, she was not obnoxious when having to deal with certain situations, and I loved that.

Now, the heroes, Rafferty, Jerif, Echo, and Crux were interesting at first. I hoped that they were more complex but they were not. It was obvious that Delta was the main focus of this book.

I do not mind the Chosen One trope if it is executed well. There was enough mystery and hints to assume that Delta was an ultra-powerful being and I have no complaints with that as well.

There is not much plot in this, and it was more character-driven which I always enjoy anyway, so there was that.

This book ended with a cliffhanger and an intense scene. I was devouring it like I was starved and my heart was pounding. I could say that this book ended where it should be. It was perfect.

I gave this book a 4.75 out of 5 stars.

Though I gave high scores on some areas such as Characters, Ambience, Writing Style, Intrigue, and Enjoyment, the remaining parts such as Plot and Logic were given lower scores.

This was one of the closest to a 5-star I could give if only the plot were more intriguing and the heroes had a little more personality.

I also read the next book but, I did not like it just as much as this one. So I decided to separate the two since I really really loved this book.

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#book review #hellgate guardians series #grave mistakes #author: ivy asher #author: raven kennedy #reverse harem #whychoose #paranormal romance #theme: demons #rating: 4.75/5 stars #spice level: 3/5 #harem size: small (3-4)

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soloorganaas · 3 months

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thinking about how sirius and remus would find each other in every universe. clutching my chest. softly crying

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #see now i gotta go reread a grave mistake #otp: i’m mental about you #hp

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chronicowboy · 27 days

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would be so unbelievably if tommy does have a crush on buck and his way of going about it is befriending eddie to get buck's attention and then immediately realises the homoerotic clusterfuck he's just walked right into the centre of.

#sami rambles #tommy: hey this looks like a fun sandwich to be the filling in :)#tommy a basketball game later: i have made a grave mistake #911 spoilers

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dcxdpdabbles · 5 months

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Have you seen the halfa cass post that's been floating around? I'd love to see your take on that

I'm going to assume you mean the au made by @phandomhyperfixationblog so I'll write about that but if I am wrong please let me know in another ask or message.

Cass was sent to Amity Park to investigate its residents' disappearance. Ghost towns in the USA were fairly common, often after they were abandoned, the earth would reclaim the land and would be left untouched for years to come until a lucky urban exploder discovered it again.

What wasn't uncommon was that everything was left behind when the town was abandoned. Cass walks down three more streets, eyes taking in everything around her. Although the lawns were vastly overgrown and the houses left to the elements, there weren't a lot of open spaces.

Empty cars were parked perfectly along the road or in a lot, chairs and tables on porches were left out, children's toys laid in driveways, and after squinting through a few windows, she could see fully furnished households- some even had a slight mess as if the owners hadn't gotten around to their household chores yet.

One house even had a dinner table set up. The meal was rotten and smelled, but she could tell it was a family dinner that was interrupted mid-way.

Yes, everything was covered in dust, as if years had gone by since someone was last here, but otherwise, it looked like a thriving community had been here only a few days ago.

Even the stores were fully stoked, aisled upon aisled of merchandise left untouched for who knows how long. Restuantants were similar, rotten food aside, everything was open and set up as like a normal bussniess hour.

Overall, it didn't seem like the residents willingly abandoned this place. They left literally everything behind. Nothing showed looting either, which indicated how uncommonly outsiders came here.

The fact Cass was investigating Amity Park at all was because she was doing a favor for Raven. The girls didn't talk much, but it was the least she could do as the magic-user had helped her with a fight in Hong Kong a few days ago.

Raven claimed that an abnormal energy pulse came from the town. It wasn't wrong; some places just had more natural energy to them, but she had always wondered what the cause was.

It is a low-level mystery that she put off exploring due to all other priorities, but about a week ago, Raven sensed another pulse-this one reeking of death- and had asked Cass to check it out while she went on a space mission with the rest of the Titans.

She was supposed to take picutes, do some scenes and get some readings. Cass was not expecting to find literally no one for miles.

Cass slowly made her way down streets, breaking into houses and stores, looking for clues. She found no signs of a struggle but that may be due to the time frame of when this happened.

It wasn't until she got to Fenton Works that she managed that she could figure out some parts of the puzzle. The building itself was a challenge to get into. It was rigged to the teeth with weapons and security measures.

Some were old and rusted, but a majority quickly powered up to shoot at her as she tried to get past. Ducking and weaving through the blast she felt all her muscles burn from the rapid dodge she was doing.

Through years of training, she turned a handstand into a run and then a leap to crash through the front window, and the weapons outside halted as soon as she rolled to a stop in what appeared to be a cozy living room.

Weary, she watched as the gun blasters slowly retreated back into the slight holes along the roof, the fake pathway, and the gnome. Once done the world fell silent again. It's now that Cass startles.

She hadn't noticed Amity Park's silence until it was broken. She hadn't heard birds or the wind blowing through the leaves as she walked. Something was terribly wrong in this place.

Maybe she can find out what it was in Fenton Works.

She began her search by examining the walls. They were lined with family photos- a family of father, mother, and what she assumes are the children of both based on facial features, one girl and one boy. There are art pieces every so often- primarily abstract. The furniture is nothing expensive- coming from a generic furniture store. The kitchen smells rotten food- like most houses- but there is a stack of books on the table.

Cass peers down at them, noticing that they all revolve around a psychology of some sort. An open book is lying next to a notebook filled with notes for teenage development. A pencil is even left over the last unfinished sentence.

Danny's need for acceptance may be due to living in my shadow. I should show him more support.

Cass moves upstairs after confirming there is nothing else of value. There, he finds three rooms- a master bedroom obviously belonging to the parents, a slightly larger room belonging to the girl, and the smallest bedroom belonging to the boy.

Cass can confirm that the girl was tidier than the boy but while her room seemed less personal than the boy's. While the boy has far more personal touches to his belongings, nothing seems to be in order or so driven.

The parents' room was covered with either machinery that could be weapons or images of their children. Whoever they are- or were they loved the two deeply.

In the master bathroom, Cass found that the couple habitually wrote sticky notes with their to-do lists taped on the bathroom mirror's corner. She could tell the differences in handwriting and word choice- the mother wrote explanations while the father did short annotations.

Clean the beakers in lab zone 2. They are releasing gasses, so they must be disposed of properly.

Jazzy-pants slam poetry night. Nov 19th. 6pm.

Danny's sleep study. Dec 10th. Teachers said he's been falling asleep in class too often. It might be Narcolospy!

Dinner Date with Maddie. Nov 22. Classical music reservation.

Cass taps her chin. This happened before December but what year and where did everyone go?

She looks down at the sticky notes again, noticing that many speak about a "lab" downstairs. Seeing as she did not find a lab on the ground level, that only left a lower one.

Leaving the bedroom, she makes her way down to the basement, where she does, in fact, find a large lab. There is a clutter of tools for the eye to see, all surrounding what looks like everyday household items and weapons.

Cass's lips thin as she takes in the strangely shaped guns, staffs, and blades. A weapon maifator? But why here? She tried the computers she scattered about, but none worked. She didn't think so, seeing as the electricity had been shut down across the city, but she had hoped.

Thankfully, this family seemed to believe in paper and pencils because she could find multiple writings throughout the lab. It's mathematical, primarily formulas, a half-baked thesis of "ecto-being" behavior, and notes on "ecto-beings." portal.

A portal that is sitting at the far right of the lab. Cass walks around the perimeter checking to see if it has any traps, but finds none. Then she walks over to the controllers testing the power on it.

She pressed the on button waits forty seconds to confirm that it was not active before she entered the portal. It resembles an early design of the zeta tubes. Maybe the family here were trying to develop teleporting technology-

"GET OUT OF THERE!" Someone shouts. Cass jumps a good foot in the air, swinging around with her fists raised for battle. She hadn't heard him! Hadn't sensed him at all!

It's been long since anyone has gotten the drop on her. She is just grateful she is wearing a mask- not her batgirl or Orphan gear but rather a borrowed ninja outfit Damian had granted her- since it means her identity is protected from the glowing man at the stairway's base.

Wait, glowing?

She opens her mouth to demand to know who he is when the portal powers on. She only had a moment to bite back a swear before her world exploded in pain.

Cass can hear herself scream, but it's too far away from the agony of electricity being poured into her body. She is being ripped apart by it, pushed and molded, and put back together again, only to start the process repeatedly.

It feels like ages before she can't handle it anymore- again, it's been years since that last happened- before the world fades away and she falls into blissful slumber

She has smoke-grey hair and glowing opal-white eyes when she wakes hours later.

The man is leaning over her with snow-white hair and glowing green eyes, looking worried as Cass finds that her body can no longer stay solid. It seemed that she had died and now had the body of a ghost.

She knows who makes this.

"Hello, Danny," She says, pushing through the pain of her death. Oh gods, how will Bruce react when he learns about her stupid error. She doesn't want to think about it, so she pushes it away to give the startled man an empty smile. She had to at least figure out the mystery so that her death can not be in vain."I have some questions about Amity Park."

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Cass the Halfa #Basically Cass made a mistake #Danny sensed her walking over his grave #He tried to save her but it was too late #Cass isn't aware that she is a halfa and thinks she fully died.#Amity Park went missing

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sky-is-the-limit · 4 months

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My red flag is that I'd still fuck Graves after his betrayal, even after shooting Soap and trying to get him and Ghost killed, after the tank chase and I'd blame it on my chronic dilfcrazed disease.

Catch me switching sides with a text like "bye 141, I'm a Shadow now 😘"

Even if his middle name was Judas, I'd be all like "Yes, Commander. Whatever you want, Commander, you want me to shoot the Scott? Only if you promise to fuck my brains out later, Commander"

Anyway, I think everyone was overreacting a bit cause me, personally? I'd give him both my base and body to use 🙏

#no1 mistake was casting Warren Kole to be a villain as if i wouldn't forget all my morals and be on my knees for him #I'd learn all those ammendments Americans love to use and recite them while he eats me out #I'd leave the metric system for him #warren kole #phillip graves #cod #call of duty #phillip graves smut #task force 141 #cod 141 #tf 141 #captain price #simon ghost riley #ghost #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #könig

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georgiacooked · 6 months

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Heading back into painting after a long period of writing deadlines, so have this finished version of my Dracula Daily sketch from August 25th. Lucy's Bad Night.

Original sketch:

#I manged to break my own heart with this one #I have made a grave mistake #Art #artists on tumblr #Dracula #Dracula daily #Dracula fanart #Lucy Westenra #painting #digital painting #digital portrait #vampire #gothic #horror #gothic horror #mirror #victorian

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drabbles-mc · 1 year

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We finally got some much needed Carrillo Diego love triangle action but you chose VIOLENCE hahahaha

LMAOOOOOO I did! I did 😂😂😂 I felt bad but also it was great to write at the same time hahaha.

I did start building out a little universe for them with my fic Tagging Out that I've been adding to! I have so many little Diego AU's running around in my head all the time. I need to get them all down on paper haha.

But thank you so so much for the message! Makes my heart so happy 🥰

#ask #asks #oc diego ramirez #oc diego #grave mistakes #tagging out #anonymous

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amevello-blue · 2 months

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A con artist and a petty thief walk up to you with a scheme...

How do you respond?

Ghost looked down at the two alternate version of his kids and noticed the rough clothes, the thinness, the way they smiled. He knew that look on Leo's face, and the same look on Mikey's. They wanted something, they were scheming, plotting. Together, too, which was the most dangerous way to plot for the two of them, if they were anything like his own kids.

It didn't really matter if they had ulterior motives, though. They didn't need any tricks with him, Ghost was already thinking about what he could give them. He wanted to get them nice, clean clothes and warm food and somewhere safe and cozy to sleep. The urge to sweep them under his cloak like a broody hen was rising exponentially, especially with his own kids out wandering around, leaving him to his own devices.

Fighting an inner war to ask where he needed to sign their adoption papers, he sighed softly and gently rubbed both of their heads.

"Anything you want," Ghost murmured. "I'll give it to you."

@tmntaucompetition

#I'm sorry I couldn't do a drawing for this one I really wanted to sobs #but I couldn't sit up long enough and I NEEDED TO ANSWER THIS ONE FHGKFHG #he's going to adopt them you've made a grave mistake #you shouldn't have put homeless teens in front of Ghost #those are his kids now #sorry Leo if you didn't want to be found family'd you shouldn't have found this peepaw u.u #tmnt ghost in the shell #ame writes

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toodrunktofindaurl · 2 months

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i'm gonna reblog some Things on here and i need y'all not to ask questions okay

#nobody say anything #i made a grave mistake #or more like RE made a grave mistake #don't judge me

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godliath · 2 years

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