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boowritess · 1 year

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Ghost x Rudy has my soul-

idk but i honestly NEED something ghost x rudy related. so have this. semi hints at other relationships/attractions/feelings.

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With the arrival of Soap and Ghost, Rudy was flooded with relief. Hope coursed through his veins as they went over the plan a few more times. Correcting anything when need be. Till finally it was settled.

Ghost helped fix Soap's wound in the bathroom. While Rudy keept himself busy with grabbing what was needed for the mission. If his hands were moving then he wouldn't think about the locked up Los Varquaro's and he espeically wouldn't think about Alejandro being locked up too. Would he be injured? Would Grave's and his men torture him? Any of his men? Scolding himself, he tried his best to get back on task. Hands fumbling with bullets, flipping guns, grabbing another gun to check it was fine- Grave's wouldn't of excueted any of his men or Ale, right? Shit- what would Rudy do? Los Varquaro's was a big part of his-

"It was a good joke." A deep rough voice said beside him, shocking him out've his sprialling thoughts, his hands briefly pausing while they loaded the gun. Turning his head, Ghost stood next to him, eyes scanning over the table till they fell on Rudy's big brown confused eyes. "Bout the mask."

The confusion was soon washed away, a slight flush along his cheeks yet his face lit up. All prior thoughts getting brushed away at the comment. An excited twinkle in the depth of his dark brown eyes. "Hermano! You thought so!?" He grinned, staring up at Ghost. For a second he wondered if Ghost was lying, just saying that to cheer him up. "I was worried when Soap and Ale said to stop." He flushed a little at the memory; him telling Ghost how he would fit in Las Almas because of the mask then Alejandro and Soap shutting him down.

A deep grunt left Ghost, shifting to stand straighter. "Ya think I fit in enough?" A slight teasing tone in his voice. Eyes squinted slightly as he looked at Rudy, who briefly wondered if it was because Ghost was smiling under the mask.

Rudy's gaze flickered over Ghost briefly, settling back on his eyes. "Nah. One look at you and anyone can tell you're a gringo."

"Gringo?" His English accent butchered the word so much that Rudy couldn’t help but wince.

"Ay, hermano, the accent doesn't help either." He joked, smile slightly dropping when he saw Ghost tense slightly and turn away.

But Ghost rolled his eyes and scoffed. "For someone that's afraid of Ghosts, you're awfully chatty with one." He joked right back. Snuffing out the anxiety, and maybe a little fear, that Rudy had.

Yet he was quick to realize Ghost's words, "You knew Span-!?"

"Rudy, where's the food!?" Soap shouted, as he entered the room. Ultimately cutting off Rudy's question. When Soap saw both men looking at him, both wearing different expressions. Rudy had one of shock while Ghost had his... uh- amused eyes on Soap? Well he thinks it's amusement and it was clear Ghost had said something. Soap's face burned red. "Rudy what'd he say!? If it's about what I said on the way here- listen- it wasn't like that. I simply meant it in a platonic, bromance, way. Maybe? I- Just- Y'know, ye and Ale are very-"

A chuckle left Ghost, cutting off Soap. "Didn't say anything about that Johnny..."

If possible, Soap's face went redder. Rudy looking more and more curious. Soap was quick to pivot out the room, "M'going to find food!"

"Soap! What about me and Ale!?" Rudy called to the retreating Scott, only to be met with a distinct slam. Both Rudy and Ghost locked eyes. Now, he could tell that Ghost was enjoying Soap's dilemma and he was flooded with warmth at the fact that Ghost was being open with Rudy. "Do I want to know?"

Ghost shrugged, reaching over to pick up a pistol, "Maybe for later."

"Ah, I see." Somehow, they were slipping into casual conversation. Voice's soft and teasing. Rudy wasn't afraid of Ghost but had been intimidated by the man. Though he greatly admired him with some of the things he had heard about Ghost from Soap. Rudy was fine with just knowing Ghost like that. Was fine with knowing about Ghost from others. Fine with the fact he probably wouldn’t know Ghost like how others knew him. Only because he thought they didn't fit well.

He had seen how Ghost and Ale were. Quick to chat with one another, though Ale was quick to make friends with anyone he deemed to be good enough. Ghost never seemed annoyed with the other man, always letting him speak. They fit. Worked well.

Ghost and Soap were a dynamic that Rudy at first thought was a relationship purely based on ranks. And maybe at first it was. Now, they seemed far closer. Coming to the safe house with a new dynamic. A new appreciation. They too fit.

As him and Ghost chatted, he noticed how Ghost would question Rudy when the silence dragged on a little too long. Rudy appreciating it, as everytime, he would get flooded with those thoughts of what could be happening to his men. To Ale.

Together, they were finishing going through the gear. Somehow drawing closer to the other. Shoulder to shoulder as Ghost held out a throwing knife, showing it to Rudy. Rudy hadn't noticed how close they were till he went to look up at him. Mouth slightly parting, the reflection of the light bounced back into Ghost's dark eyes, which were now lit up. Gentle brown eyes with specks of amber staring right back at Rudy. A lovely surprise going through him when he could see Ghost long blonde lashes framing his eyes. Pretty. He wanted to tease the man but wasn't quite sure he should.

Instead, clicking his tongue, he grinned up at the masked individual, with the incredibly interesting eyes. "No wonder you and Ale get along. The both of you like your knives." He huffed, forcing himself to look away. Or else his thoughts would be spiralling in a whole other direction.

"S'not the only thing we both like." Ghost stated beside him.

Rudy's eyebrows shot up, yet his smile remained, if not widened. Now that most definitely did not help his new spiralling thoughts. Eyes squinting slightly he looked back at Ghost. "Mm." He hummed, eyes zoning in on the glint in Ghost eyes. While he replayed Ghost's words and the teasing, suggestive, tone in his voice. "Ale said you were a dangerous man. More ways than one, si?" He teased, ignoring the slight rasp in his throat.

"Si." Ghost growled, tilting his head ever so slightly as him and Rudy stared at eachother.

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linecoveredinjellyfish · 5 months

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normalize sexualizing that old woman without having mommy issues. maybe i don't want to be her pet because i'm traumatized. maybe i want to be her pet because she's hot. you ever think of that.

#this is phrased as a joke but it's at least half serious btw #kinda insulting to imply that a person could only possibly be attracted to someone because of some deep seated-trauma #kinda presumptuous and weird #sometimes older people are just hot #it speaks!

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friendlyengie · 11 months

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tf2 rocky horror… I have been thinking of it

#tf2 #Tf2 medic #tf2 scout #tf2 miss pauling #technically it’s implied scout/Pauling but I always read brads character as a closet case in the movie #Or at the very least brad and Janet being more compulsory het than actually being attracted to each other #so take of that what you will!#this is actually all an excuse to draw boots n bombs as Columbia and Eddie but I’m actually putting work into that one #Cw nudity #my art!!

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the-sappho-of-lesbos · 11 days

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If you are into feminine men that doesn’t mean you are a lesbian that means you like feminine men

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk

#come on now #not only are you implying womanhood equals femininity you are implying lesbians are attracted to femininity only #wild card to play

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kosmical · 3 months

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when i say byakuya is bi this is what i mean

#yeah sure ill maintag this #art #danganronpa #byakuya togami #kyoko kirigiri #togiri #implied ngmi too but i wont torment the feed #he has been attracted to exactly one (1) woman his entire life

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silvermoon424 · 5 months

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It fucking blows my mind how so many men will just see a picture of a woman and feel compelled to publicly announce whether he finds her fuckable or not. This happens on basically every social media site and also irl. Like, did you ever consider that maybe she's not desperate for the approval of random men and she doesn't care if you think that she's too fat or her nose is too big or whatever?

It just gets really disheartening running into this time and time again because it really hammers in the point that far too many men only value women for our looks. Like they have the capacity to comment literally anything and somehow it always comes back to whether a woman makes their peepee hard or not.

#this happens literally EVERYWHERE you can't escape it #like nobody is holding a gun to your head and forcing you to be attracted to people you aren't attracted to #so why do you feel compelled to proudly state that you think fat women or women with muscles or whatever are ugly #you're not some brave cultural warrior you're actually just conforming to standards of beauty that have existed for centuries #btw I don't mean to imply that women never do the same thing but I just feel like it's not as frequent #rant #misogyny #male entitlement #feminism

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spectral-musette · 1 year

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I read the Vox Machina Origins comics a few weeks ago, and I have been messing around doodling Percy’s animated design in his introduction scenes, when Keyleth and the gnomes bust him out of his jail cell and take him along on their adventure. (Not to in any way knock the comic art, which is lovely, but the animated series is just what hooked me)

So, you know, just Percy sitting in a cell on the verge of 15 panic attacks re: his prior captivity-related trauma but somehow managing to come across as calm and charming.

And joining the group while still Threadbare and a bit Unkempt is such delightful irony in light of what a meticulous person we know him to be in better circumstances.

Also it allows for a version of the scene from The Mummy (1999) after he gets a chance to properly groom and buy some new clothes:

#critical role #tlovm #the legend of vox machina #tlovm fanart #Percy de Rolo #Keyleth #Vex’ahlia #perc’ahlia #percahlia #my art #pencil sketches #to be clear #I don't mean to imply that Vex is not actually attracted to Threadbare Percy #as per the scene in the Mummy that my little comic is based on she is definitely protesting too much #long post #also #Kiki and the Gnomes is a great band name

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serialunaliver · 4 months

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"I wish I had rich friends like in saltburn" did we watch the same movie

#the way i'd run away from that castle SO fast #like it's isolated and the family implies they keep then dispose of vulnerable people based on attractiveness...

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seiko-yume · 1 year

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A ton of Heket doodles based on her telling me that she loved me almost immediately after I gained her as a follower.

#cult of the lamb #heket #heketlamb #narinder #leshy #implied narilamb #she's getting revenge by stealing their joyfriend #She gets to have a widdle tail too even though frogs lose their tail in adulthood #I'm gay but I can say Heket will be the only woman I'll ever be attracted to #I'll only become bisexual when Heket becomes real #Heket x Lamb is the ultimate t4t power couple #Shamura x Lamb could come close... but I have a hard time characterizing Shamura other than stressed 40 year old who really needs a break #spoilers #cult of the lamb spoilers #seiko art

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themalhambird · 6 months

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The world is not real: Charlotte cannot touch it. This -news-, this tragedy is not real either, and it cannot touch her. There’s too much cotton in her ears, there’s an endless, keening chime slowly boring through her skull- in at one temple, out at the other- a continuous line, all the way through…

She is sitting on the sofa. There’s a cup and saucer cradled in her hands. She doesn’t remember picking it up, but the steam is ghosting over her face. It’s fresh. (Her husband is dead). Polly must have given it to her. (Her husband died at his own hand.) They have a visitor, she ought to be showing more hospitality. She wonders if there’s any of that fruitcake left. (Alfred confessed to murder. Alfred confessed to murder, and then Alfred murdered himself)

“Mama?”

Polly’s voice, soft and tentative as it is, makes her jump. Tea sloshes, spills over, pools in the delicate saucer. She shakes herself and focuses her gaze on Sir Julian. “That’s not,” she tries, but the sound barely forms. Charlotte pauses, swallows, tries again. “That’s not right,” she says, unsure if she’s really addressing Sir Julian Harker or merely facing his direction whilst trying to bargain with a Higher Power. “That’s not- none of this is right, Alfred wouldn’t- he wouldn’t do any of it, any of this…” But he has. He has, he has, he has, and when he comes home she’s going to skin him alive. “What will we do?” she asks, as the first beginnings of fear worm their way through the numbness of shock. “The disgrace of it-”

“Mama!” Polly cries, indignant. “At this moment, of all moments, your thoughts cannot be of what other people will think- what does that matter, what do any of them matter!”

It matters because they have never been reckless with money, but savings will not last forever and Charlotte doesn’t know if the widows of Police Inspectors who confess to capital offences and then take their own lives qualify for any sort of pension. It matters because the disapprobation of society in any circumstances can be death by a thousand cuts, whereas the widow who has the sympathies of her community has a better chance at maintaining a somewhat genteel situation. It matters because the infamy of the father will cast a shadow over the life and the character of the daughter- the best chance for Polly, now, is marriage, but what respectable, decent man would want a father- in- law six feet deep in unconsecrated ground?

“Mrs Hillinghead,” Sir Julian says solemnly, “I wish to assure you that you and your daughter will have the fullness of my protection. The events of the last twenty four hours- they will not reflect on you, nor on your daughter. You have my word.”

She acknowledges his words without really understanding- it will not be until much later, lying in a too-empty bed and staring up at the ceiling, unable to sleep- that Charlotte will consider that Harker told Polly about Alfred’s death before he told her, that he stood as close to Polly’s chair as proprietary allows for, that he has seemed- these past few weeks- to admire Polly: her beauty, her music. And perhaps nothing will come of it but friendship- , but the friendship of a man that powerful is not an asset to be scorned. And if it turns into anything more…

They were nineteen, she and Alfred, when they married- they had been friends their whole lives before that. And she had known about him: years before they had married, she had known that his desires steered his eyes not towards the ranks of giggling, frivolous girls who batted their eyelashes at his well built figure and handsome face, but to other members of his own sex. And she had ignored it, because she knew him: he was too good a man to act on those desires. And he was kind, and gentle, and they were friends, and a husband who would be perfectly happy to conduct a marriage with minimal activity in the matrimonial bed suited Charlotte. She had courted him as much as he had courted her, really, although whether he ever realised that…

And he’s dead. Her best friend of nearly forty years. The murder confession, she has already written off- she neither knows nor cares about the details. If it was a false confession, then he confessed to try and protect someone- probably that journalist, given the confession it prompted to her, and she is furious at him. She is furious at him for not protecting his wife and child, and for not letting the journalist face whatever justice he merited- unless, of course, the man threatened to reveal Alfred’s inclinations, and take the Inspector who had detected his crimes down along with him. That seems, to Charlotte, the most likely explanation. And if the confession is- was- true, then Alfred must have had good reason for taking another man’s life: she has seen him carry spiders in the palm of his hand to release them outside, rather than squash them underfoot; she has listened to him vent his frustrations about officers being too heavy handed with their arrests at more dinners than she can remember. Taking another human life…it must have broken something in his mind, which would explain being in such a state that he would…. It does not matter. Alfred is dead, either way- she is a widow, either way. And she will encourage Julian Harker’s friendship, because if Polly can catch him she will have a comfortable home, and a husband who seems a good hearted and generous man. And she, Charlotte, will grieve Alfred Hillinghead. But if his death unravels into the scandal she fears, then she will take care to grieve him quietly. She will survive this. She has to. She has to survive this so that there’s someone who remembers that Alfred Hillinghead played cricket as a boy and took two sugars in his tea.

#bodies netflix #bodies 2023 #suicide ts #homophobia ts #(victorian-typical attitudes)#alfred hillinghead #charlotte hillinghead #trying to flesh Charlotte out a bit beyond 'generic victorian wife/mother #(also trying to get a handle on the Polly and Mannix happy timeline because they seemed to get married very quickly #but Charlotte wasn't in mourning dress during the ceremony so either there was a much longer gap than implied or Charlotte wasn't following #the usual customs for victorian widows)#anyway she didn't seem surprised when Alfred told her he was attracted to other men so I'm working on the basis that she worked it out #for herself long ago #And because I can I'm imagining Charlotte Hillinghead as somewhere on the ace spectrum who had #doesn't want sex every ten minutes #at the top of her shopping list when considering potential husbands #my fic #long post

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arson-09 · 23 days

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i still think about how we are told rhysand is like the most desirable male to ever male and all that shit when amarantha was over here dominating the world and cursing everyone trying to get tamlin like🧍🏻

(this isnt trying to invalidate any of the characters trauma or anything like that. just making sure yall know cause ik some of you girlies like to tussle)

#acotar #a court of thorns and roses #tamlin #pro tamlin #Theres so much happening in these godawful books #but you know what happens to stay consistent? tamlin is that bitch #Rhysand is nawt all that too #again not to invalidate any characters trauma cause as much as i hate rhysand he was sexually abused utm #and its heavily implied tamlin was preyed upon by amarantha since he was young #which sjm makes such a deal about rhysand trauma which ok (regardless of how well done it is)#but i really wish we couldve gone more into the heavily implied/basically canon fact amarantha was attracted to tamlin since he was young

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saccharinerose · 7 months

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Honestly really hope 4.1 gives ANY kind of interesting aspect to Neuvillette and Wriothesley's dynamic bc rn "token yaoi bait of 2 tall men who live in the same country, work together professionally but are not close personally" is just not hitting for me...

Like give me SOMETHING to work with so I don't have to be annoyed with the Wriolette art when I'm just trying to look for Neuvillette fanart

#saccha's thoughts #neuvillette #wriothesley #gi #the leaked voicelines aren't doing it either #the whole 'oh he held an umbrella for him once' would only appeal to me if I had prior investment in the ship #but I don't #bc pre-4.1 wriothesley is quite literally an NPC #and not once mentioned by neuvillette in the archon quest #give me ONE reason why I should be invested in that ship that isn't '2 attractive tall men... TOGETHER'#inb4 u ask why I think they are not close personally #it was said twice that neuvillette purposefully avoids forming personal relationships with the ppl of fontaine (no exceptions)#and also their respective voice lines about each other do not imply they are close personally in any way #the only non-professional connection they have is through sigewinne #bc neuvillette has a big soft spot for melusines and she works in the fortress of meropide as head nurse

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toxifoxx · 2 months

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truly at the end of the day its all about receiving validation