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civetside · 4 months
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TLT game night
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necromosss · 4 months
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i was just trying to make references of these two for future comms and i ended up going full throttle on the design (SOBS)
Extra: them dressing the other one up according to each tastes!!<3
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"RIP Jonathan Harker but I'm different" really??? are you really though?
You, a new hire, loaded with student debt, upcoming wedding to pay for, been given a huge opportunity at work, employer paying all your travel costs. you're telling me that you, exploited corporate lackey that you are, you would actually be self-empowered enough to turn back last minute? after spending all that time and money traveling to the rich client's megamansion? because of what--BAD VIBES? how precisely the fuck do you plan on explaining that to your boss??? bitch your credit score can't AFFORD to avoid red flags, you're going into a possible life-or-death situation whether you like it or not, that's capitalism baby!!!
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cassettemoon · 1 year
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How exactly did the movie ninja meet again?
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sweatermuppet · 4 months
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dysphoria ever so bad you wonder why you're alive because what you want is absolutely unattainable, even if you had unlimited money or resources?
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rahabs · 8 months
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current mood: eternally annoyed by people who refer to the variation of English spoken in the medieval era as “Old English.”
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soaqrudyz · 7 months
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soap and ghost are partners, this much was never secret.
rumors used to only be about ghost, the massive man that eluded social politeness with piercing glares and cold shoulders. they called him a beast, a monster, some reckoned he shouldn’t be allowed within fifty feet of a weapon, lest he have a bad day and obliterate everyone on base. the most soap got was a guy saying he’d survived a night in his bed, as if that was a difficult feat.
that changed, slowly at first, and then all at once. suddenly, the rumors were about the huge guard dog and his feral counterpart, how they wiped out entire facilities without help, no overwatch and no air support, how ghost would take you out painfully but soap would do it slowly with a kind smile and gentle hands.
where one goes the other follows, where one is you’ll find both. and everyone knows it.
gaz will pat ghost’s shoulder in passing, telling him his girlfriend was looking for him with a snicker. price would wave soap’s annoyed rambling away with an order to end their lover’s quarrel. once, a fellow sergeant made a comment about how they were “close. like brothers!” and had an entire two tables in the mess wheezing over their slop.
each time they’re sent away they come back caked in dirt and drenched in blood with sparking eyes looking straight into the other’s. each day they eat and train and bicker like they’re two halves of the same whole. each little moment seen by some lone soldier or otherwise was just a testament to how well they worked together.
some things, though, were for them and them alone.
like the peaceful quiet of bathing after they’d been deployed for however long, the tender way simon would tilt johnny’s head back to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, featherlight brushes of fingers and palms while johnny slides simon’s shirt over his head.
like ringing laughter mixed with world shattering pleasure. like settling into bed, simon’s head pillowed on johnny’s chest, making hushed, sleep deprived conversation until one of them passes out. like whispered i love yous and kisses to whichever body part was the closest.
like matching gold and silver rings that shine beautifully under pale moonlight, only darkened by the shadows of their clasped hands.
they were made for each other, they know it and everyone else does, too. they’re partners. down to the very root of the word.
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comradekatara · 7 months
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modern au katara reads books “for fun” that are “engaging” and “enjoyable” and sokka (big finnegan’s wake head) is like “weak. i only read books that exacerbate my suicidal tendencies”
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engagemythrusters · 5 months
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for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction, so that means to combat John Cage's 4'33, I propose a piece called 3'44, wherein every single note within range possible is played for three minutes and forty-four seconds
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tanked-up · 2 months
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Soap: Why ye’ face so fuckin ugly
Ghost: Why you look like a naked mole rat
(Insert crowd booing)
Soap: Why ye’ built like a skull
Ghost: Ur joking
Soap: I’m not
Ghost: Alright that’s it-
Price: Keep going, you’re doing great
Ghost: I can’t argue anymore, Capt’n!
Price: Leave your feelings aside, FOR JUST ONE SECOND and focus
Soap: …
Ghost: …
(Insert crowd gasping)
Price: WHO’S CONTROLLING THE SOUND?
Gaz mumbling: Me…
Soap: What do ye’ mean “feelings”
Ghost: He meant nothin… c’mon continue
Soap: Hmm… alright well ye’ built like a dump truck
Ghost: what.
Soap: hmm? Did I say that?
Price: Help me God
(Insert clown music)
Price: It was me this time
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sugared-violets · 5 months
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holy shit please listen to Sherlock & Co i'm fucking wheezing
W: "you built... a hugging machine?"
H: "yes, the deep pressure is quite to my tastes... self-regulation, you see"
W: "i mean... i can just give you a hug. if you want."
H: "you can? excellent."
W: "well... come here, then"
😭😭😭
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lxvvie · 4 months
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y'all, I made the mistake of revealing that I write fanfiction as a hobby, and when asked about the fandoms I write for, I broke it down as I know best: into cliques. I realize I might be shaking the table but it is what it is.
This is what I said for CoD (I've since add some more stuff):
You got the forever war between Gaz Nation and Gaz Deniers. May or may not be rooted in his attractiveness as a person of color, opinions vary (read: it most definitely is). Bonus points if the racism comes out in full force. DOUBLE/TRIPLE those points if it's expressed using butchered ass AAVE. 🥴
You got the Masked Men Lovers Brigade of which König, Ghost, and Keegan are the patron saints and arguably the holy trinity.
You got the Peepaw Price Lovers who absolutely adore his chonky cheeks, peepaw mannerisms, lumberjack body complete with the slutty waist, and relative long-suffering thanks to the shenanigans of the rest of the crew.
You got the Soap Suds who, I think, have found that relative balance between Johnny being a destructive-as-all-hell force to be reckoned with and the quintessential golden retriever boyfriend. His VA doesn't make it any better apparently lmao.
You got the Ghost lovers who've pretty much diversified him so he can run the gamut of Daddy Dom Extraordinaire™, Babygurl™, Sassy Simon™, and the list is endless. What IS consistent is that someone parked a dump truck on that ass and he has some big ole titties. There's also the subset of people who REALLY, REALLY love Ghost but also think his VA is ugly (which he isn't) while simultaneously thinking that he (Ghost) is supposed to be David Gandy levels of immaculate despite being in active combat. Make it make sense.
There's the Gravediggers who, for the most part, acknowledge their love-hate relationship with Graves and I think that is both hilarious and endearing.
You have the Kult of Köthulhu, König's devoted followers who have allowed him to transcend his gremlin nature to become the long-lost progeny of Cthulhu. Move the fuck over, Cthylla. I kid but he, like Ghost, has also been diversified in terms of his portrayal. And no, he's not a part of 141. Some followers of His Gremliness are also embroiled in a forever war with Gaz Nation so please be safe out there, y'all.
You got the Valeria girlies who want her to sit on their faces. I don't blame them. Please do.
You have the Los Vaqueros crew who need more love shown to them and Pony by Ginuwine is their official theme song thanks to Alejandro Thee Stallion. The less said about the butchered Spanish I've read in some fics, the better.
There's also the Farah Fanatics who rightfully adore her and deserve their flowers just like the rest of the cliques.
There's the Keller Kollective who, I think, tends to intersect with the Farah Fanatics. This lot also deserves their flowers because Keller is a sub absolutely underrated as a character. You'd also be forgiven for thinking he and Price are elated.
You also got the Horangi Horde who, just like Gaz Nation, will RISE TF UP. I think. Hopefully. lmao
And then there's the self-righteous crew who, for whatever reason, seem to think they're above it all and love to police writers on what they write and how they write the characters (we're talking in terms of rather innocuous subjects in the grand scheme of things; the sus shit absolutely needs to be and should be called out). Interestingly enough, this group also seems to forget that they're in the same damn boat by being in the fandom, consuming, and writing about the same characters. The ones who have all the energy but none of the courage even if they say or think they do. Bonus points if they also move like fans. Double/Triple those points if they, too, also use butchered-ass AAVE to make their points. 🥴
The girlies who can't separate fiction from reality and insist on harassing the VAs and their significant others and families because how DARE they have a regular degular life outside of *checks notes* their job. Baby, it was never gonna be you. It will never. be. you.
did I get them all? lmao
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the-broken-pen · 10 months
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Honestly the pipeline of “reading the-modern-typewriter snippets at midnight on the floor of my bathroom at age eleven so I wouldn’t get caught” to “being a tumblr writer myself” is a wild one.
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ghouljams · 3 months
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i....am....yearning for gaz and lucky.
The favorite children...
You wiggle a little in Gaz's lap feeling the shift of his cock, trying to find just the right spot for him. You feel him bump your sweet spot and your eyes roll, you push your hips a little more firmly into his lap and he lets out a breath. His hands grip your hips, slide up your sides and back down to hold you in place.
"Press down on me doll, lemme see you feel good," He tells you and you nod. You don't know what Gaz could be getting out of this until he fucks up into you. It's a shallow motion but it hits you just right, makes your eyes roll with a whine. He does it again and again, letting you fuck yourself into his lap as he holds you in just the right place.
It's just for you, just so you can feel him hitting your soft spot while he watches. Gaz's eyes shine watching you arch and grind into his lap. You lean forwards, settle your hands on his shoulder, and her grabs them. He holds your wrists tight and pins them by your sides.
"Hold onto your ankles," He commands and you obey, grabbing your legs to force your back straight, just on the wrong side of off balance. Gaz reaches to push your shoulders back, trails his hand down to stroke the soft skin on your stomach. He hums, pushes his feet against the bed and thrusts up into you. The only thing keeping you steady is his hand on you, pressing against your stomach to feel for himself.
"Kyle," You whine, when he does it again. He nearly bucks you off, and you moan when you're forced to settle back in his lap heavily, taking him to the base in one quick motion. His cock hits you deep, and you clench around him to try to keep him inside as you rock your hips.
His hand moves from your stomach to your throat, gripping you tight and pulling you down. You squeeze your ankles, your stomach flexing to keep from toppling on top of him. Gaz's hold tightens until you gasp, your hands flying to hold his wrist as he fucks up into your desperate cunt. You can feel your slick coating the coarse hair around his cock, coating your thighs as the wet noise of him fucking you fills the room.
"What do you need baby?" He coos, voice dripping with false sweetness. You know exactly how he wants you to ask, and the embarrassment of it makes heat prickle over your skin.
"Want you to fuck me Daddy," you mumble, rewarded immediately by the wicked grin that splits his face.
"Yeah?" He smiles, letting you nod, your chin bumping his hand as you do, "Lucky I'm feelin' generous." He pulls you down to kiss you, picking up the pace as he bullies his tongue into your mouth, swallowing down each gasp and moan he fucks out of you. He pulls away and shakes you by the neck, just once, just to watch your eyes go glassy, before he pulls out and smacks your thigh, his fingers grazing your ass. "On your back baby," He tells you, helping you clamor off, "wanna fuck you properly."
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konigsblog · 23 days
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könig is probably the type of person to put berries (blueberries, strawberries, and blackberries) and sweet maple syrup all over his french toast.
putting tomato sauce/ketchup is the ONLY correct answer 🍅
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theprodigypenguin · 6 months
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Modern AU PI Monkey D Dragon who used to be a cop until he realized cops were pigs and left because "fuck you dad" so now he travels the world as a private investigator/advocate and helps people most in need. Probably helps solve sex trafficking cases, kidnapping cases, civil unrest in other countries, etc etc etc. Is considered an enemy of the state cuz he's committed tax evasion and fraud (lmao) and probably some other stuff like robbing his former place of employment of classified documents and shit like that. If he's caught he'll be sent to federal prison for life but they're never gonna catch him lmao ✌️
Luffy: I have a dad?
Garp: Yeah he's on the FBIs most wanted list.
Everyone: He's what?
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