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bi4bibracket · 1 year

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Best sapphic ship tournament!

Round one

TEAM ONE

Momo Yaoyorozu/Kyōka Jirō (my hero academia) vs Emma swan/Regina mills (once upon a time)

Catra/Adora (she-ra and the princesses of power) vs Kara/Lena (supergirl)

alphys/undyne (undertale) vs Tsuyu Asui/Ochako Uraraka (my hero academia)

ruby/sapphire (Steven universe) vs rose/kanaya (homestuck)

Caitlyn Kiramman/Violet (arcane) vs the mane 6 (my little pony)

Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley (dc comics) vs Homura/Madoka (madoka magica)

Carmen Sandiego/Julia Argent (Carmen Sandiego) vs An Shiraishi/Kohane Azusawa (project SEKAI)

ava Silva/Beatrice (warrior nun) vs Sea fairy cookie/moonlight cookie (cookie run kingdom)

TEAM TWO

Luz noceda/Amity blight (the owl house) vs raine whispers/eda clawthorne (the owl house)

Jean gunnhildr/Lisa minci (Genshin impact) vs Marinette dupain-Cheng/Kagami Tsurgi (miraculous ladybug)

Korra/Asami (legend of korra) vs vee/Masha (the owl house)

robin Buckley/Nancy wheeler (stranger things) vs Charlie Morningstar/vaggie (hazbin hotel)

Yang xiao long/Blake belladonna (RWBY) vs marceline abadeer/princess bubblegum (adventure time)

sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) vs Jane “eleven” hopper/Max mayfield (stranger things)

Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair (Wednesday) vs sunset shimmer/twilight sparkle (equestria girls)

General Yunan/lady Olivia (Amphibia) vs Ellie Williams/Riley Abel (the last of us)

ROUND TWO

TEAM ONE

Rose/kanaya (homestuck) vs Harley Quinn/Pamela Isley (dc)

Carmen Sandiego/Julia argent (Carmen Sandiego) vs Silva/Beatrice (warrior nun)

Momo Yaoyorozu/Kyōka Jirō (my hero academia) vs Caitlyn Kiramman/Violet (arcane)

Catra/adora (she-ra) vs alphys/undyne (undertale)

TEAM TWO

Luz noceda/Amity blight (the owl house) vs Marinette dupain-Cheng/Kagami Tsurgi (miraculous ladybug)

robin Buckley/Nancy wheeler (stranger things) vs Korra/Asami (legend of korra)

sunset shimmer/twilight sparkle (equestria girls) vs Ellie Williams/Riley Abel (the last of us)

marceline abadeer/princess bubblegum (adventure time) vs sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia)

ROUND THREE

TEAM ONE

Harley Quinn/poison Ivy (dc) vs Ava Silva/Beatrice (warrior nun)

Caitlyn Kiramman/Violet (arcane) vs alphys/undyne (undertale)

TEAM TWO

Luz noceda/Amity blight (the owl house) vs Korra/Asami (legend of korra)

sunset shimmer/twilight sparkle (equestria girls) vs marceline abadeer/princess bubblegum (adventure time)

ROUND FOUR

TEAM ONE

Ava Silva/Beatrice (warrior nun) vs alphys/undyne (undertale)

TEAM TWO

Korra/Asami (legend of korra) vs marceline abadeer/princess bubblegum (adventure time)

ROUND FIVE (FINALS)

Ava Silva/Beatrice (warrior nun) vs Korra/Asami (legend of korra)

#Wow this took a while

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tenderwulf · 1 year

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Chapters: 24/? Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bakura Ryou/Yami Bakura, Atem/Mutou Yuugi Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers

Summary: 11 years after the Ceremonial Duel, Atem and Bakura inexplicably find themselves back in Domino. When they meet their previous hosts, they realize how much things have changed: Yuugi, the now world-renowned King of Games, is going through a marriage crisis, Ryou is struggling to balance studies, work, and his brittle mental health, and Malik… well, Malik is living his best life—and his own yami is nowhere to be seen. They soon realize they all have to work together in order to solve the mystery of the yamis’ return: some to make sure that they stay, and some to make sure that they don’t. (Tendershipping, Puzzleshipping)

I finally posted a new chapter, it’s a Christmas miracle!

#ygo #the last puzzle #yugioh fanfiction #tendershipping #puzzleshipping #yugioh dm #wow this took a while

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albino-whumpee · 2 years

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Happy Halloween!

CW// blood, gore

This was made with the new tablet! I think I´m finally getting used to it! Thank you so much for the help in gettin git. It truly is a different experience to draw like this.

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wondariadreamparade · 1 year

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Hey! magolor for the ask?

FANTASTIC right out of the gate ok so

Favorite thing about them

I utterly love how he's characterized after he becomes kirby's friend for real, like I LOVE the concept of "villain gets redeemed and is now on the side of good, but they mostly keep their original aesthetic and personality". just because magolor isn't trying to conquer dreamland anymore doesn't mean he can't still be a trickster who jokes about his former acts of villainy and uses his powers for the good of the galaxy and his friends

Least favorite thing about them

noo magolor don’t steal the ancients’ old relics you’re too much of a kitty haha :/ seriously, though, this isn’t about him specifically but I don’t like that despite how many lines he has in his debut game and how many times he’s reappeared throughout the series, we’ve never gotten any information about his identity or past. he lives alone on halcandra and sort of resembles certain other characters like the sphere doomers and hyness (with his hood), but no solid info on who or what he is. even him being a descendant of the ancients is just a guess. I know this is partially favoritism but most other important characters have gotten some sort of supplementary backstory or species info, why not him?

Favorite line

"Bravo, Kirby. You've truly earned your reputation as a hero. Your help powering up all that gear was invaluable. Anyway... The time has come for every last Shoppe... No! The time has come for the DREAM KINGDOM to bow down to me! ... Gotcha! Hee-hee! Were you shocked?” --Team Kirby Clash Deluxe

like I said, I love magolor embracing his old villainous self for the purpose of jokes. him quoting his master crown speech to fake out kirby and the player once you buy out his shop? outstanding

BrOTP

magolor and marx is pretty much the fandom’s main one for this I think, but as I’ve said before I think taranza and magolor could be good friends too. both of them having cunning, trickster sides is a big part of it, but I also just feel like they complement and parallel each other well in terms of what they do as villains. who knows what they could bring out in each other as friends? it’d take some time in magolor learning to be a better friend and taranza becoming comfortable with reaching out to others again following the events of td, as well as a bit of luck to make sure that magolor doesn’t immediately blow it, but it could definitely work in my eyes

OTP

okay, this is just the same thing as my brotp, but I really love magolor/taranza as a romantic pairing too. I’m pretty sure I first got attached to the ship because it was two of my faves together, but I eventually started seeing the appeal more in how they compliment each other as characters. a puppeteer with an insect/floral theme versus a wizard with a mechanical theme, one is introduced as a villain but becomes an ally during the final battle while the other is introduced as an ally but is revealed as a villain for the final battle, one sees their loved one consumed and corrupted by a mysteriously powerful artifact while the other is consumed by a mysteriously powerful artifact... really, I’m starting to think these are on purpose considering that td followed rtdl in the mainline kirby platformers. like I said in the last entry I think they could bring out a lot in each other, it’s kind of a shame people don’t explore their potential relationship too often

nOTP

marx and magolor...I don’t see the appeal of pairing them romantically. they’re good as prankster former final boss buddies, but I just can’t see the two as anything beyond that

Random headcanon

I have so many magolor headcanons that I never talk about, so I'll be happy to give one of my major ones here. overall I like to read him as basically a historian and archeologist by trade, he's canonically interested in the creations of the ancients so after he moves to popstar and makes up with kirby he likes to travel around the planet and study old remains of civilizations and creatures. the old temple in floralia's wild world? the sandy canyon ruins? you bet he's been there to dig up stuff and do research

Unpopular opinion

are there any POPULAR magolor opinions? but I guess mine would be that even though he always intended to betray kirby for the master crown, I think he legitimately started to like kirby as a person over the course of rtdl. like, I'm not sure why he would just tell kirby about the history of the lor starcutter if he hadn't legitimately begun to warm up to kirby in spite of himself and his plan. being under the crown's control, of course, probably helped him dispel that during the final boss fight. I feel like magolor has pretty bad instincts in terms of relationships as a consequence of living on the every-man-for-himself hellscape of halcandra where his only known companions were the various enemies and possibly marx, so of course he would hear about kirby and think, "great, someone kind to exploit". he failed to consider, however, that no one is immune to kirby's innate friend-making aura

Song I associate with them

I’ll be honest, when I got this ask I didn’t really have any songs that I think of as magolor songs specifically. my taste in music mostly consists of three artists, lots of old love songs, video game soundtracks, and whatever spotify throws my way that vibes with me, so finding character songs is a bit rarer for me. nevertheless, I like ancient dreams in a modern land by marina and archaeopteryx by lemon demon for magolor. oh no! by marina also kinda fits but I didn’t want to go with the meme answer

Favorite picture of them

this is a tough one, he’s got so many good looks and costumes, but for this ask I think I’ll go with his inclusion in the cat day twitter artwork. just the fact that he’s there means hal might be referencing Kitty Magolor which I love

special mention goes to this appearance of him in the let’s find kirby book. buddies :)

#wow this took a while #i just have so much to say about him #ask game #asks #umbrastar #magolor #clover talks #edit: i put the image descriptions in the alt text for the images since they were smaller

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spearxwind · 6 months

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I think it's sad that most people always think of bottlenoses as the "classic dolphin" since its the one that's always used for shows, and always think of dolphins as just straight grey when in reality there's so many varieties with so many different amazing patterns

Look at the common dolphin! They have a gorgeous X pattern and even some dull yellow/gold!!

Hourglass dolphins have gorgeous white streaks

Spinner dolphins have really pretty banding as well, AND they have a really sleek cute silhouette!

The atlantic spotted dolphin!!! Theyre spotted!!!!!!

and the pantropical spotted too!!

Dusky dolphins have a gorgeous airbrush look going on like straight out of a 2000s fantasy illustration

Striped dolphins sure have stripes!! How cool!!

And these I've shown you aren't even all of them at all, there are so many of them:

There's so so so many different types of dolphins people dont know about this isnt even all of them and some are SO gorgeous and underrated because people just dont know they exist so I'm here to fix that

#ocean #dolphins #cetaceans #long post #thunderclap #I WANTED TO MAKE THIS POST FOR A WHILE I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO IT #YOU WILL KNOW ABOUT THE WORLDS DOLPHINS!!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!#Everyone loves dolphins but everyone also always thinks of bottlenoses only #and i love bottlenoses BUT THERES SO MANY MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#best of #wow this took off

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ythinn · 1 year

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1/27

finally outlining

#wow this took a while

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virtualdespairr · 10 months

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if go3 doesn’t end w/ the husbands finally honeymooning at alpha centuri and they drive past bee and gabriel sippin on celestial cocktails i might actually go insane

#good omens #good omens 2 #go2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #aziraphale #antony j crowley #gabriel good omens #and then of course gabriel is like ‘wow that took them a while lol’#neil gaiman #david tennant #michael sheen #I’m in the denial stage of grief rn y’all #good omens 3 #Beelzebub

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danny-chase · 1 year

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I feel like people understand that Dick changed while Jason was gone, but where it goes wrong half the time is people assume that Dick "growing up" meant that Dick was irresponsible around the time he and Jason interacted/was mean and unable to conceal his jealousy well, which he then evolved from due to Jason's death and was able to build a loving big brother relationship with Tim and Damian and fix his relationship with Bruce.

Meanwhile canon is like:

>Be me, Dick Grayson, esteemed and respected leader of the Teen Titans

> Your younger brother dies

> Fire the youngest member of the Titans because it happened because you had a crisis of responsibility about child vigilantism

> Get punched by your not-official dad

> Help mentor new younger brother because you can't stop him and Bruce from the path they're on, and like hell is another kid going to die

> Kid dies. Not that one. The ex-member of the Titans died disobeying your orders and saving the world in a heroic sacrifice you didn't want him to make, this is exactly what you tried to avoid

> So did two of your friends and one of their moms

> Failed marriage, and a whole lot of relationship stuff you don't want to talk about

> Dad didn't ask you to surpass him in the roll he trained you for since you were 8, gives it to a guy who goes of the rails and starts trying to kill ppl

> Dad asks you to take the roll because he literally has 0 other options and wants to take a vacation

> Bond with younger brother II more, will kill everyone in this room and yourself if anything happens to him

> Move to a new awful city that's often compared to hell

> Having nothing to lose makes it kind of nice here

> Younger brother II gets killed by the same guy who killed younger brother I

> Kill the guy

> Younger brother II wasn't actually dead

> Dad used CPR, so neither is the guy who killed them

> Angst over not being a good enough person not to kill your brother's murderer

> Things start to become okay again

> Best friend dies

> Get shot in the shoulder and fired from your job

> Childhood home gets burned down, 20+ people die

> Apartment building blows up, 22 of your friends and acquaintances die

> Find out it's because someone was specifically targeting you

> Person dies for talking to you

> Choose to step aside and let the guy targetting you die

> Run home because dad needs help

> Get shot in the leg, while passed out another kid hero dies

> Quit being a hero

> Join the mob

> Things start to get better

> Help dad out with some case about this guy named the Red Hood

> City gets nuked because you live there

> Get radiation burns and pass out while saving people, content that you died doing something good

> Dad saved you

> You're still alive :/

> Propose to your ex-girlfriend (not the one from the last marriage)

> Crisis event happens, take a laser beam meant for your father

> Coma for 3 weeks

> She says no (for good reasons)

> You're still alive :/

~and around here is where Dick finds out Jason's alive~

Anyways Dick was not more well adjusted by the time Jason came back from the dead, his life was a constant series of L's, and he got worse 😎

#anyways aus where Jason comes back and is like wtf is wrong with you? >>>> aus where Jason is like. wow dick sucked ass as a brother to me #how come he's so well adjusted and loving to the rest of you #dick did change while jason was gone. he did not get better. he only got worse #Dick's downward spiral of a life is everything to me #most ppl also forget that it took time for Dick and Damian to get along he was not doing good at first shdjdjjdjd #and tim was off doing his own thing for a while at the time #dick grayson

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ghouljams · 4 days

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A Weight Off His Shoulders

cw: Ghost x f!reader/f!oc, Ghost pov, m!oc, demon au, mild implications of self harm, interrogation techniques, exposition, Ghost grappling with his trauma, depersonalization, I'm holding Ghost at gun point and making him talk about his feelings

Summary: Ghost does not adjust to the few hours he spends without you hanging around. Actually it seems to make things worse.

It’s a strange feeling, Ghost’s shoulders feel weightless, eased of their infernal burden. Yet they’re still heavy. Guilty. He almost misses the pressure, the tightness. It’s like wearing a bulletproof vest, there was something almost comforting about having you weigh down his shadow, and it’s gone now. Ghost grits his teeth, coaxes his nerves away from the edge, hits the punching back in the gym harder than he intended to. He shakes the blow out of his knuckles, readjusts his wraps with a mumbled swear.

“Ghost,” Price calls behind him. Ghost shakes his head, he’s not in the mood for it. A lecture is the last thing he needs. Teamwork and all that bullshit means nothing when he’s- He clenches his hands tightly and throws another punch, he feels full to bursting with energy he doesn’t want to put a name to. Price calls his name again and he ignores it.

Right hook, left jab, right jab, left hook, uppercut. He switches his footing and throws a hard kick, catching the punching back with his shin. Textbook. Price catches the bag, his eyes hard. Ghost settles his foot back onto the matt floor and adjusts his wraps again.

“Know what you’re goin’ to say,” Ghost grumbles.

“Enlighten me,” Price sounds unamused, Ghost knows better than anyone how much he hates to be ignored.

“Team only works if we all do,” Ghost throws another jab, stopping short of the bag. Price doesn’t flinch. “Never needed to be friendly to do my job.”

“So I hear,” Price crosses his arms over his chest, rolls his shoulders back, watching the door. There’s something easy in the motion, unimpeded. Ghost’s eyes flick to the shadows on the wall, then back to Price. The gym is strangely empty, all the life filtered out and the shadows silent. He hadn’t noticed how alone they were until now.

“Where’s your dog?”

Price turns his attention back to him, there’s something sharp in his eyes, something warning. “Thankfully somewhere they can’t hear you call ‘em that.” Price’s tone is even, but dangerous. Ghost clenches his jaw, biting back the words he wants to say. He doesn’t know how Price can’t feel the same rolling disgust about their situation. He’s in the same boat, deemed too dangerous by Hell to exist without an escort. Monster enough to need another monster keeping him company. “They’re off with yours,” Price says finally, “looking over your contract.”

“Which one,” He knows which one, but Price still humors him.

“Not the one you’re hoping for, but if you really want a discharge-”

“I don’t.”

Ghost turns his attention back to the punching bag. He rolls his shoulders, the ease of motion doesn’t sit right. He ignores it. Price lets him wallow in silence, lighting a cigar while Ghost avoids the elephant in the room. Contract. He shouldn’t be beholden to something he never signed. He didn’t mean to summon a demon, he didn’t mean to attach himself to you, he didn’t mean for or want any of this. For God's sake he was barely holding on to his humanity as it was.

Maybe this is good, showing him what he still has to lose, how desperately he still clings to the hope that he could go back. Back to being Simon, to being human, to being something more than a machine part, the teeth on a meat grinder meant to rend flesh apart. He’d always hoped Ghost was just the shell, but maybe he’d spent too long hollowing himself out. Maybe Hell was right and there was nothing left to go back to.

Price lets out a long hard breath, waving his hand to clear the smoke so it doesn’t set off the alarm. He tucks his lighter back in his pocket while Ghost digs his nails into the wraps covering his palms. There’s a ringing in his ears that grows louder as Price smokes.

There’s something wrong with him, something dark and twisted that he was managing, plying with corpses to keep quiet. He was doing well, he was handling it. He was handling having a demon, it wasn’t ideal, but it was manageable. You were a useful tool, he could work with tools. He was a tool, and you were a tool. An unfortunately matching set. He squeezes his fists tighter.

You were so warm.

“So what’s wrong with ‘er?” Price’s voice jerks him out of his thoughts.

“Who?”

“You know who.”

Ghost is quiet. There are a million ways he could explain it. Price would understand, he’d sympathize, maybe he’d even have some advice. There are a million ways he knows he could explain it, but he doesn’t have the words for any of them. He’s never had the words for anything. Probably why he didn’t finish his schooling.

What’s wrong with you? You pushed him, you did something to him during sex that made him want to hurt you. No. He’d already wanted to hurt you, had those awful thoughts festering in the recesses of his brain where he knew they couldn’t hurt anyone, and he’d acted on it. He yelled at you, he slammed drawers and made a fuss. He wanted to hurt you. He did hurt you. You made him feel-

You made him feel like his father, like Roba, like none of the good he’d done meant anything. Hearing you beg- he’s heard those words from too many people: his mother, Tommy, himself. He thought he was better than that. He was kidding himself.

“S’like lookin’ in a mirror,” Ghost rumbles, his voice low enough he isn’t sure Price heard it.

“A mirror,” Price repeats with a disbelieving hum.

“Everything I- Christ-” Ghost drags a hand down his face, feels the friction of his hand wraps against the balaclava and frowns. “I see her and I can feel my old man putting his ideas in my head.”

“His ideas?”

“Wantin’ ta hurt ‘er, wantin’ ta-” It hits him quick, needles his brain. He knows this technique, knows it because he’s heard Price use it enough times before handing Ghost the pliers. He’s too trusting of Price. He’s being interrogated.

Ghost growls and rips the velcro on his wraps, tugging the canvas off his hands with quick motions. The gentle burn of it unraveling from between his fingers barely doing anything to ground him. Price watches him, his smoke filling the room, heavy where it touches his shadow. There’s something crawling in the air, something choking that Ghost can’t attribute to the cigar. The gym is empty, oppressively empty. Ghost’s skin crawls, Price’s stance hasn’t changed, but he’s different, his eyes are harder, challenging Ghost to make a wrong move. His shadow has grown horns.

“We’re not done,” Price tells him evenly. Fire licks at the ice of his irises, sparking anger in Ghost before he can stop it. Even the most docile dog bites its master when cornered.

Ghost cools his fury, fixes Price with a glare as he rolls his shoulders to try and ease some of the tension. Briefly he wonders if he’d feel the same stomach churning pressure with you hanging off of his shoulders. Your weight always seems to negate any other that tries to hold him down.

Price tips his head, and Ghost hears a softer voice tell him, “We’re done.” It bites into Ghost’s blood. He trusts Price, but this? This is pushing it. He’s always hoped to be doing enough good in the grand scheme of things to negate a fraction of the death and destruction. Was that wrong? Were they all being puppeteered by Hell? Was it all for nothing? Should he have felt it; that he’d become worse than his father?

“They got you on a short leash,” Ghost challenges, unable to stop the bite in his tone. Price’s eyes narrow, warning, but all Ghost can feel is the white hot burn of anger.

“I’m tryin’ to help you,” Price assures him, but it feels hollow. Something shifts in Price’s eyes, some twitch in his brow that feels too fleetingly soft. It’s the sort of look that tells Simon, “I got you into this mess, let me get you out of it.” It feels like his ribs could collapse in on themselves, like his lungs are suddenly too empty to fill again.

“You can’t,” Ghost assures him, shoving Simon back into the dark, “there’s nothin’ left to ‘elp.”

Price hums. “You’re a bad liar Simon, always have been,” He takes a drag from his cigar and waves away the smoke of his exhale, “Skip mess and be in my office by 1800.”

It’s not your weight in his shadow that alerts him to your presence. It’s your laughter. Bubbling and just slightly at the edge of raspy, watery, almost. It twists the knife in Ghost’s chest. You shouldn’t sound happier when you’re away from him. You shouldn’t- Actually you shouldn’t be out of your shadows. You never seemed eager to pull yourself out of the darkness before, but here you were loud and bright as ever. Ghost stops his stalk through the hall, parks himself at the corner to listen. Your ever present babble of speech makes his heart flip. He didn’t realize how quiet everything felt without you murmuring in his ear.

“Maybe it’d be best if you stayed with us for a while,” A newly familiar male voice says, the concern is evident in his tone, but it sparks in Ghost’s stomach. Annoyance, must be. The product of disregarding direct orders, not offering advice to someone that isn’t wanted. What a pair they must make.

“Dinnae ken if my back can take tha’,” Soap groans, “May as well have Gaz’s shoulder the way Ahm clickin’.”

Ghost closes his eyes, knocks his head against the concrete wall. Soap. Fine, count him off the list of people he could gripe to, if you’re riding his shadow there’s no reason to go seeking the man out.

“Should have his fuckin’ pelt the way he’s treating you,” Hush grumbles.

“Ghost’s alrigh’,” Soap defends, “just a li’l rough around the edges, dinnae let him get to ya.”

Another flip, his stomach this time. Ghost shakes his head, more than rough around the edges, he’s rough all the way down. No reason to defend a man who’s already proven himself to be demon enough for Hell to keep an eye on. Ghost pushes off the wall and tries not to glance down the hall as he continues his way past the junction. A difficult task when you’re at the other end of it made even worse with the way Hush touches you.

Just a hand on your shoulder, thumb stroking over the army green tee you’re wearing, but it boils in his blood, sings through his ribs like a howling wolf. It pisses him the fuck off seeing you smile at that man. Hush glances his way with a glare. You follow his gaze and your smile drops seeing Ghost staring.

Why does it feel so much like he’s caught you in the act? You’re just standing there, holding his gaze, daring him to look away first.

You’re cute in fatigues.

He tears his eyes off of you to glare at Hush. “Try to keep the insubordination to a minimum, yeah?”

“Ghost,” You sound concerned, on the edge of an explanation that doesn’t come. He doesn’t like it. He turns away, keeps walking.

“Coward,” Hush mumbles.

It stings, but the truth so often does.

You fill his thoughts. An unbidden, contagious, line of thinking that ruins his focus. He thinks of everything but fucking you. Thinks of the way you’d purred, and the way you’d laid against him. He thinks of your voice in his ear, the diagrams drawn in thin air, the weight of shadowed weapons. He thinks of the softness of your hips, the dig of his fingers into your thighs.

He thinks of the way his hands had wrapped around your neck in disgust. Thinks of the way you’d gasped and clawed at him. He thinks of how he’d felt doing it, the wash of guilt and shame that it brought. He’d liked it, and you’d done nothing to stop him.

He thinks of the way you’d smiled at him, the way you’d smiled at Hush. How could they feel so different? How could he feel so different?

He tapes his hands too tight when he goes to beat the bag in the gym for a second time. It hurts each time his fist collides with the stiff fabric. It’s good, deserved even. Men like him don’t get softness.

He remembers the way you’d pressed your lips to his jaw, and whispered for him to get some sleep.

He hadn’t slept so well in years.

Ghost doesn’t bother knocking on the door to Price’s office until he’s already got his hand on the handle. Barely waits to be told ‘enter’ before he’s opening the door. He shouldn’t be surprised to see you, can feel the weight of you starting to slip onto his shoulders just by proximity. It makes him tired, warmth seeps into his bones like a heavy quilt and

“There are three ways humans can acquire demons,” Price’s demon explains, “People like Price who summon them are more traditional by human standards.” Ghost’s eyes fix on Price, what do they mean summoned? Price catches his eye and nods once, short.

“Heard the rumors, figured as long as I was getting blood on my hands I’d do it properly,” Price sniffs, “we do what we have to, to make the world safer. Nothing else to think about.”

“But-” The demon interjects, obviously not happy about the interruption, Price shrugs, “Cases like yours aren’t that uncommon. Plenty of soldiers out there have to compartmentalize their humanity in order to do what’s necessary, you were just a little better at it.”

“Suppose’ to be a compliment?” Ghost narrows his eyes at the demon, they seem unphased.

“It’s a fact. You’ve compartmentalized the humanity most people wear publicly, you’re a dead-man-walking. No time for human emotion, no desire to share your secrets, no desire to learn anyone else’s. You only care about getting closer to the kill you’re tasked with, here to do one job and one job alone.” The demon takes a breath, lets it out and shakes their head. “You take pleasure in your work, some unknown force is paying for what happened to Simon with every enemy you kill. Well, this is what you get-” They gesture to you, “a weapon to help you keep exacting your revenge, with enough humanity to help you sleep at night.”

“Didn’t ask for your ‘elp.” Ghost growls, “was doin’ just fine wi’out ‘er.”

“And humanity was doing just fine killing each other without the atomic bomb,” The demon shrugs, “You adapt, you find better ways to kill each other, and we update our recruitment tactics.”

“The contract sweet’eart,” Price rumbles.

“It’s Hell, the fine print has fine print,” The demon sighs, pinching the bridge of their nose, “If you were expecting a termination clause there isn’t one, the best we can do is revise it.”

“I actually-” Ghost’s head jerks at your voice, it sounds so much smaller than the last time he heard it, you seem smaller, it tugs at something he buried long ago, “-had a thought on that.”

“Let’s hear it,” Ghost prompts. You glance at him, there’s an emotion in your eyes that he can’t put a name to. He knows it well enough, felt it enough times to know when it’s staring him down. It chafes at him, he doesn’t want you to look at him like that. “Good for you to get away from me too, don’t wanna be around a woman that think’s I’m gonna hurt ‘er.” That only seems to make it worse, your smile is so forced that you may as well have a gun to your head.

“You could’ve told me, I wouldn’t have-”

“But I did,” hurt you, Ghost cuts himself off, forcing the correction, “you did.”

He couldn’t have told you. Wouldn’t have told you. What did you need to know about him that you couldn’t see? He was a machine made for slaughter, and you wanted to be the butcher’s knife. That was all you needed to be. He didn’t know why you tried so hard to get closer. He didn’t like-

“If the contract is to provide him some humanity, we just need to get him to a point where he doesn’t need me anymore.” You smile at the other demon. Their eye twitches, their expression impassable.

“If you were unable to fulfill the contract,” Price’s demon starts, before shaking their head, “No, revisions are the best bet.”

“Let ‘er try,” Price decides, “Simon can make adjustments in the meantime.”

“This is exciting,” You chirp, “like a really intense mandated therapy sort of thing.”

Ghost hums, does his best to ignore the way you stretch out on his bed. It’s been less than 48 hours without you and somehow it settles the squirming in his chest to see you making yourself comfortable. It also churns in his stomach. You smile to yourself, pleased. He doesn’t know how you can be happy with the way things are shaking out. Don’t you want to get away from him?

“I was thinking we could start with something really easy, and you could share some music or something,” You say, rolling onto your side, “you know you can really learn a lot about someone from the music they listen to. Me, I like all that techno stuff, the real bee-boop-y crap that you can feel in your chest.”

Ghost tries to focus on the damage he took in the gym earlier, the bruised knuckles, the split that’s broken his skin where the wraps cut too tight. Your voice is so nice to hear again, the softness of it cradles him in a way he can’t explain. Your weight in his shadow presses onto his shoulders, pressure points he didn’t know he could miss until they were gone.

“You look like a metal kind of guy,” You continue, “I don’t mind metal, maybe you we could listen to some of your favorite songs some time, like a date-”

Ghost flinches and you shut your mouth with an audible click. Ghost swallows, digs his blunt nail into the split skin on his knuckle until it bleeds. He needs something to ground him, to keep him from feeling the flush that spreads over his neck. You’d be better off- He’d be better off without you.

“Maybe favorite foods are better!” You try, your voice taking on too much excitement for him to cut out, “I bet you have something really sweet you like, did your mom bake? Mine did and I-”

“Would you stop being so damn cheerful?” Ghost snaps, you flinch to sit up straight and he lowers his voice, “I-” He stops himself, looking away. Silence lapses between you.

“What would you have me do Ghost?” You ask, shoving down the hurt until it cools in your stomach. He shakes his head, avoiding your eye. “You don’t like when I’m upset, you don’t like when I’m happy. Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”

“I don’t know,” He admits, the feeling sours in his throat like bile. He can’t swallow it down, can’t put it on a shelf like he always does. He feels the question he always wanted to ask but never had the courage to hear the answer to biting into him. “Aren’t you angry?”

You blink at him, your brows pulling down as your lips do. He doesn’t see where the confusion is coming from, if it’s confusion at all. Your mouth moves as you swallow, working through the words he’s sure you have bubbling in your throat. “No,” you say finally, “I might be later, but right now-” you shake your head, “I’m just drained.”

It kills him. He knows the feeling, the way shutting the door to his room always seemed to take all the air out of him. Anger seemed like such a constant companion these days, he’d assumed it was just that, a constant. “Are you angry?” You ask, the softness in your voice cuts him too deeply. It makes him want to turn and run. Fuck he’s always run from these things, it’s in his nature. Run until he can figure out how to solve the problem. Run away and join the army until he can get his shit together. Run away when his family’s destroyed, run from his name and his face, bury the man that died in Mexico deep in his soul.

“No,” He admits, though that admission feels like iron against his teeth, he’d rather gut himself than put his emotions to words, but he has to start somewhere if he’s going to get rid of you, “I’m scared.”

“I know,” You hum, “can feel it.” You pat the bed next to you, and somehow it feels settling. Ghost takes the steps he needs and perches on the edge of the mattress next to you. The springs creak, dip under his weight, and you lean against his side.

“I’m sorry,” You tell him, “I don’t know how to be good for you.”

“Me neither,” Simon mumbles, feeling your head rest against his shoulder. Your fingers lace with his, thumb swiping over his bruised knuckles. He doesn’t know how to be good for you either. All he knows is you’re the one person he can’t run away from, and it scares the shit out of him.

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jowbokitten · 4 months

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Hmmm, who's this mysterious figure i wonder... 👀

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Hey, Some thief got a hold of Geno's body! What kind of trouble will he get up to when he starts using the doll's power? Will Mario and the gang be able to stop him?

Who can say. Maybe we'll never know.

aka If yall like this, then I'll make more lol

#wow this took a while to get out lmaoooo #anyway I hope u enjoy :)#mario fanart #super mario rpg #geno #geno smrpg #ztar #ztar!geno #zeno #mario #princess peach #bowser #mallow #mallow smrpg #comic #my art

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