#stay safe out there guys

[cloudcountry]

MCNAUCHDHHXH NEIGE MY LOVE 😍

Can I please have a….

Neige mcmuffin Reader comforting Neige? Could be because of anything, him realizing that Vil doesn’t like him, school, people, or just an average bad day. You can choose!

Vil and Neige my pretty boys <333

SUMMARY: neige has to deal with some very intense fans. you listen to him vent.

WARNINGS: toxic fan behavior! friendly reminder that ygys are not entitled to a celebrity's relationship no matter how much you love them.

COMMENTS: oh boy did i get on my soapbox for this one.

TAGLIST: @axvwriter

It’s rare that you see Neige with bloodshot eyes and red cheeks, and it’s even rarer that he runs to you with a problem. He’s always been the type that lets people reach out to him but doesn’t want to bother others. You’ve seen it in the way he brushes off his own inconveniences with a smile and a soft “I’ll take care of it later!”

And while he usually does, you always remind him that he has you.

And right now, he needs you.

“What happened?” you whisper, voice breaking as tears roll down his face.

Neige whimpers as you take him into your arms, holding him tightly so he won't break.

“Um...I was at the bakery. Trying to look for something you would like.” he sniffles, fists swiping across his face as he wipes away his tears, “Apparently one of my fans was there and she—she grabbed my arm and started talking about how she loved all my work, which was fine but then she started talking about how she knew I had a partner and how betrayed that made her feel and she—”

He stops talking, biting his lower lip until it’s bright red. Your blood runs cold as he furiously blinks his tears away, the pieces falling into place.

Neige had a run-in with a terrible fan who knew more about him than she should have. She felt entitled to him and his relationship and likely threatened him if he didn’t leave you.

“You don’t have to tell me what she said if you don’t want to.” you soothe, stroking the back of his head, “She probably said something really nasty, didn’t she?”

Neige nods, shakily grabbing your arm. That’s all the proof you need.

“I’ll tell the Headmage, okay?” you murmur, kissing his temple, “Nobody is going to hurt you, okay? We’ll protect you.”

#min <3 #stay safe out there guys #people are dangerous #twst #neige leblanche #neige x reader #neige twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #neige leblanche x reader

[robiinurheart33]

I’m SUCH a sucker for drunk calls/texts confessing their love and y’all know I gotta project it onto ghoap (buckle up guys its a long one I had to break it into two parts SORRY) pt. 2

Soap’s blood is pumping. He can feel it heat up in his cheeks in the form of a blush, giggles bubbling up in his throat and his mind loose enough to just sew together a semblance of a bad idea.

Deployment had been boring at first. Stuck at home with unending nervous energy, fingers twitching and aching for the solid feel of a gun, the rough texture of his vest, the adrenaline clapping him on the shoulder before shooting through his veins like a drug. It was so unendingly dull. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at his apartment in Glasgow, and their break time was too short to visit his Ma.

So why not invite a few buddies out to drink? No harm, no foul.

Well, that’s what he initially thought. A couple hours later of wheezing and pounding of the table, shoes sticking to the ground and the smell of booze wafting though the air, Soap could confidently say that he was wasted. He’s leaning heavily on his buddy, chum, pal, that he for the life of him cannot remember right now. He’s swaying from side to side, feeling unusually breathless as he mumbles what could be the song that’s playing right now. He’s not sure. He combs his fingers through his hair, scratching a bit anxiously at the nape of his neck. Soap’s not sure if he wants to cry or laugh or vomit right about now. Pretty sure that’s a sign to fuck off, pass out on his bed and deal with the rest tomorrow.

Soap pushes off his… friend? Wait, did he even come with him? And heads towards the general direction where the toilet is. Might as well not look like a homeless person before heading home, wouldn’t wanna scare anyone. His head is spinning, pounding, loud, loud, loud, and nowhere near done with its madness. Soap slams his hand on the wall beside the toilet door, squinting and hoping the door he’s reaching for is the actual door, not it’s double. He does, in fact, get the right door (small miracles), and pushes it open.

He fumbles with his zipper and exhales heavily as he relieves himself. The man beside him in the toilet exits with a sniffle and stumbles out, the music getting louder for a second before the door closes again. Soap leans heavily against the sink counter and washes his hands, placing his fingers together and splashing water onto his face. Soap drags his hands down before greyish-blue eyes look back at him with a piercing stare. He blinks, and re-evaluates again. His hair is flopping to one side, weighed down by sweat. His face is flushed and his skin glows slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his freckles just shy of being seen under his rosy cheeks, eyebags evident through the haze. He looks down and- oh. It appears his attempt at splashing his face with water wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped, half of his shirt drenched in water. Soap tugs loosely at the corner of his sleeves, releasing the bundled up fabric at his pits. He frowns in discomfort as the sticky heat of his arms lay back down against his skin. He sighs once more, not really feeling like his lungs are filling with oxygen, turning around and laying his hip against the counter lazily before pulling out his phone. 0237. He swipes down on his home screen and pouts at the “no new notifications” tab. He unlocks his phone and swipes through his contacts, unsure of who to drunk text at this hour. Gaz is probably asleep by now, if anyone has a spotless sleeping schedule, it’d be him. Price would have his head on a platter if he texted him about anything non-military business. Laswell, no. Ghost?

Huh.

Ghost…could be someone he could text. Soap isn’t quite sure if he would be awake right now. Do ghosts even need sleep? He huffs at his little comment, tapping on their chat together. Do they have the kind of relationship where soap can dramatically drunk text Ghost at 2am right now? Soap lets out a little bemused huff when he sees that he reached a dead end to their chat after one swipe of his thumb. Of course. Right bastard doesn’t text anyone. He tilts his head up to meet the flickering white light of the bathroom ceiling, watching water damage and mold streak across the concrete. Ghost… how is he during deployment? Does he still wear that mask around the relative safety of his own apartment? Does he have any hobbies? Does he go to the gym as well? Does he long to be back on base? Does he long to be back in the chaos of the war zone, alongside soap? Does he think of soap? Does he ever think to- before Soap knows what he’s even doing, his fingers clumsily type out a greeting.

Hwlli

That’s not quite right.

Gellp

Nope.

Hellu

Oh my god.

Hello

There we go! Soap smiles giddily at his screen, bringing it closer to his face before very carefully writing a much more sophisticated and brilliant follow up.

U up?

He’s the smartest person in the entire world. He supposes a part of himself preens at the thought of even just being able to text someone like Ghost. Big, bad, Ghost. He decidedly does not giggle like a schoolgirl. Just as his mind starts to wander back to the world outside the sickly bathroom, his phone vibrates, and looks down in confusion.

Drunk?

Soap frowns.

Who

You.

Wanna try anf gues, Lt?

You are drunk.

He says it like it’s a fact, like he knows everything. It annoys Soap, much more than it should. He supposes that it could maybe be something to do with the massive amounts of alcohol thrumming through his bloodstream at the moment, but he knows for a fact that it slices through his brain, presses against his throat and contracts his chest.

Yiu think so?

I know so.

Soap thinks Ghost is being a real dick right now.

Ittle know iy all

You’re drunk, Johnny. What do you want me to do about it?

Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. His head spins. If he closes his eyes and imagines hard enough, he can hear the raspy gravel of Ghost’s solid, thick British accent murmuring commanders into his ear. Speaking of noises, his brain starts to register more of the music from outside, the start of a song that Soap can vaguely remember, but he can’t quite put his finger on it right now. The electric guitar, drums and bass all purr in his subconciousness, his lips parting over the words, moving silently as he tries to pinpoint exactly where in the song he is right now. There’s this tune… think of you.. repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…do I wanna know? Soap whispers, his mind curling and his ribs creaking. He feels like he’s truly, deeply losing it now, fingers slowly loosening over his phone. His head feels too big and his cheeks are burning, his shirt too tight against his chest and arms and his toes too restricted under his shoes. Everything was funny and everything was too bright and shiny and yearning and blurring and he wishes Ghost was here and he wishes everything was different and he wishes life could just be a little bit easier and-

His phone is vibrating.

Crawling back to you.

#lowkey haven’t even started on the send part #dw guys I write fast when inspo hits #I got a busy day tmr so second part may come in like two or theee days? #me staring at the 150 yes on the poll I made #y’all this better get 150 notes /j #stay safe out there guys #hope y’all like this one 🙏🙏 #I really think I cooked #robs ramblings #call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap

[consumeroflemoans]

Fellas is it gay to make out with a hot eel underwater

#twisted wonderland #lemon arts #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #FloRid #floyd x riddle #twst #disney twst #worst part of this was I was drawing this in public and someone looked over and called it dope #like thank you but this is borderline monsterfucking #chemicals in the water are turning the fish gay #stay safe out there guys #furorido

[firstkanaphans]

Just FYI since the Only Friends novels are being released tomorrow: I will NOT be posting any novel spoilers until the corresponding episodes air. Kudos to Khun Den for finding a way to make more money off of this, but I am completely baffled as to why they didn’t wait an extra three weeks to release them 🙃

#stay safe out there guys #only friends the series

[humming-pokemon-helpers]

I just wanted to go to Driftveil today to scope out the gym and maybe battle some wild Pokémon... who the hell is this guy with Internet Explouder hair and this tacky lab coat that just showed up?

And why won't he just let me leave already... all this shit about "bringing out the power of Pokémon". Just tell me you want a battle and go already, arc.

#swear it felt like that bastard was following me too... #stay safe out there guys #pokeblogging #pkmn irl #a cross of strange colors #//yeah. new arc :)

[batshaped]

mask up!!!

#cat #cats #art #mask #masking #face mask #teeth #mars #achilles #hello from halo head #hfhh #09262020 #september 2020 art #2020 art #this feels appropriate to repost right now #stay safe out there guys

[lavarend]

Went to the doctor. Turns out I’ve got a super rare disease called “being a little bitch”. Symptoms include: Crying, whining, and trembling. I don’t think its contagious but stay away just in case.

#stay safe out there guys

[ushirominya]

AGH curses! almost done reblogged uncredited art!

#stay safe out there guys #vinyo.log

[froggyworlds]

ugh fuck listen. I’m on mobile and the formatting on here is whack idk how to put things under the cut on mobile I’m sorry. inspired by the HTB AU, tw for suicide and body horror and all the usual fun mandela catalyst things

update: got the cut in there.

it was all good until things went wrong.

okay. okay, that was a lie. it stings a little in the back of his throat, even now, even when lies are all he is. it is? he isn’t really sure, and bites his tongue a little too hard and is met with something thick and tasteless that definitely isn’t blood.

Adam spits it out with a gag, ignoring how it’s darker than red.

^ my skin is not my own. ^

no fucking shit.

he sucks a breath into lungs that don’t need air, and wonders briefly if he ever really needed to breathe at all, or if this whole time it’d just been one big lie.

as noted before: he’s made up of lies.

^ lies and shadow and static. ^

he feels his eyelids start to droop, not in a really tired way, but in a my-humanity-is-slowly-seeping-out-through-the-cracks-in-my-body-into-the-floorboards-and-my-eyelids-feel-like-they’re-lined-with-needles way.

no. no, he cannot close his eyes. they’re too far open and if he sinks he doubts he’ll be able to claw his way to the surface again. it’s so dark back there.

^ I am a cog in the machine. ^

he can’t feel anything. it’s not an entirely foreign sensation, but in this context it makes awful sense that he wishes it didn’t.

it’s bizarre, for certain: being… vaguely aware, somewhat, of your surroundings, but every detail becomes blurred, every emotion only half-processed. his screams don’t even reach his own ears, but his throat still burns with anguished, staticky wails and the taste of chlorine and saltwater and soap.

^ please, just fucking kill me. ^

Adam’s skin feels awfully like rubber, and moving makes the partially-melted substance shift over his bones horrifically uncomfortably, so he can’t even bring it in himself to try and get up. not that he really wants to. he’d be content to sit here until he rots, until the thing in his mind with him dies.

he has a terrible feeling, though, that if one half of him has to go, his humanity will drain first. it already is, in a steady drip-drip-drip like a leaky tap or an IV filled with black ichor instead of plasma, into a murky puddle that stains his palms and soles of his feet.

^ there’s not enough room for the both of us. ^

except there’s only ever been one of it. it was wearing a very well-crafted mask, and it has worn that mask for a very, very long time, but there was never an internal war to be had for long. it remembers now. it knows what it is, and it knows that Adam Murray died 17 years ago.

he shoves that away. no, no, he's alive. he has to be. there must've been something there that was real: the way his fingers felt intertwined with someone else's, the way cheap arcade pizza always tasted better when he was eating it on a date with Evelin. the way a laugh tasted in his eyes when Jonah told a stupid joke, the way his teeth ached whenever he stared at the mirror for too long even though he couldn't remember what he was looking for, the feeling of metal against skin even though it never cut through, stop, stop it, stop fucking messing with my head.

^ PLEASE, JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD. ^

he hates the way his skin feels like plastic shrink wrap over his tendons, shifting around inside him like an action figure over an open flame. without really thinking, he puts a hand over his mouth and forces out a sob into it; why would he have to force out a sob? crying is one of the most natural things to do in this situation.

oh. that answers itself. crying is the most human reaction.

^ I’m not the real me. ^

he hasn’t stopped to breathe in a little while now. he doesn’t cry anymore, but he thinks there is something streaking down his cheeks, blurring his vision even more.

coils and claws grab the back of his mind and yank downwards, and instead of gasping for air he grasps for purchase on the slippery glass-smoothness of reality, trying to hold himself away from the cracks that it knows it would be oh-so-easy to slither into. it cannot close its eyes now.

^ my eyes are wide open. ^

Adam (or whatever it is that’s been Adam since it killed him) screams again, jaw swinging open like a door on broken hinges. it can’t keep clinging on like this. sooner or later it- he will falter.

^ no one is coming to help me. ^

Sarah and Evelin wouldn’t. what reason would hey have to? neither of them owe Adam anything. they probably wouldn’t even recognize him as the Adam they know if they were to see it now, curled up and screaming and frantically trying to hold onto his humanity as his insides roil.

who would even come into this house on accident? generally peoples’ first instinct when they hear a static-filled scream is to run in the opposite direction.

so he's fucked. that's it. he's going to lose himself here, and that's that. he can almost hear his friends' the others' voices clamoring inside his head, shouting nonsense ranging from weather reports to "are you still there?" to "Adam, please, I know you're in there-" to "we always knew you were weak." it doesn't make sense, it's just pointless cacophony, and Adam thinks that might be the point.

^ PLEASE, JUST FUCKING KILL ME. ^

Adam curls into himself a little more and keeps screaming.

#mandela catalyst #adam murray #alternate adam murray #the mandela catalogue #tmc fic #tmc #the mandela catalogue fic #tw suicide #tw body horror #ask to tag #godd I’m so tired sorryyy #might post. same/similar scene but fairly different vibe. maybe tomorrow #god I can’t keep my eyes open anymore #I’m literally abt to pass out lmao #mmmkkkk gnight #stay safe out there guys #mythic's drabbles

[sh1-n0bu]

last night around 1am, a truck carrying gas exploded due to another car coming in from the side and hitting the truck. a lot of damage had been caused and several explosions took place. and that’s only 24 days into 2024

#nobu.nobu.chat #my condolences to the people and their famiky #just saw the evidence from the news #its #horryfying #really #i dont even know what to say #and to think that it took place close to my home #not that close but at least considered close yknow? #scary to think ehat the rest of 2024 would have #stay safe out there guys

[petrodragonicapocalypse]

okay i have this illegal microtoneless straws in the wind piano cover with like 5-7 wrong notes, several out of time moments, at least one wrong lyric and generally very questionable vocals which i might post so beware of that

#thinking about it. #stay safe out there guys #my posts

[beppothebadger]

In reaction to this thread about fatphobia in medicine, I'd like to share a friend's experience (I won't go into detail, but I'd like people to be aware).

He recently changed dentists to find a black dentist specifically. Why?

Because his last one only gave him half the necessary amount of painkillers during treatment "because he's black and doesn't feel pain that much".

Guys of any gender and darker skin color: if medical treatments cause you pain, and your doctor is hesitant to do something about it, pretty please go find another one, if it's at all possible.

#racism #medicine #stay safe out there guys

[robiinurheart33]

Graves. Shepard. Laswell. Even Price. Ghost knows what he has with soap is fragile, bubble light and just as explosive as anything Soap could ever come up with. He trusted Price, he did. But ever since that mission with graves where everything went to shit, he keeps thinking of Johnny, his Sargent alone and hurt, in a village filled with shadows, just barely scraping past losing more and more blood the longer he stays there.

Ghost doesn’t trust anyone. Not even himself. He places his whole heart, his life, his mind, his body, his everything to Soap, whatever he wants, he’ll do it. Before soap, he’s always been good at being a weapon, a mutt if he thinks about it long enough. To his Dad, to Roba, to Shepard. He knows what it feels like to be dehumanised, desenitised to whatever the hell people see him as. A monster, a spirit, an unknown. He doesn’t care.

But.

Soap does. He does care. And fuck, if that doesn’t break down every single god-damned wall he meticulously built up to completely sweep him away and keep him safe. Alone. Together. Just them and no one else. He knows he doesn’t need anything else he doesn’t want anything else he just. Wants. Johnny. Johnny might not belong to him, but Simon knows that every single atom of himself belongs to johnny.

Ghost knows better than anyone else how dangerous it is to be associated with him. And he won’t let the same thing that happened to his family happen to Johnny. So he does the opposite of what his heart wants. He keeps his distance, doesn’t talk more than necessary, showing everyone that they’re just teammates, friendly just for the sake of the task force.

But under closed doors, in the private channel, ghost lets Simon loose. He holds Johnny tight, he tucks his head into the crook of his neck, and he relaxes. Simon felt like a snake, twisting and turning, gripping harder and harder onto his desire. Here, where the world is only him and Johnny, Simon takes his time. He gets lazy and carefree as much as he gets, sinks into the solid warmth of Johnny’s presence. Alone. Together.

#ghoap writer challenge how many times can I get ghost to say Johnny #animal metaphor who #guys how do people talk normally #like legit #I don’t think I’ve ever come across anyone as weird as me #fucking hell #stay safe out there guys #robs ramblings #call of duty #john soap mactavish #ghoap #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap

[delphi333]

self care is blocking prosh!ppers 😌🙏

#stay safe out there guys #i got traumatized

[moonthemagical]

I could immediately tell this was a scam because no one wants to talk to me ever... /jk

#stay safe out there guys #the scammers be scamming #anyone who uses that many emojis is either a child or a scammer

[sigynsilica]

Many people don't seem to understand the difference between an explainable action and an acceptable action.

Being able to explain your actions does not make those actions okay. People don't do things without a motive, so of course people have a reason for doing the things they've done. It doesn't matter if you have a traumatic backstory, you have the personal responsibility to not do shitty stuff, even if you have a reason for doing them. There does come a point at which actions that seem Not Okay at surface level can be JUSTIFIABLE, but an action being justifiable and being explainable are two different things. Just the presence of an explanation alone does not make the action okay.

An example of a justifiable action: shoving someone out of the way of a bus. Shoving someone is wrong, but you can justify it by the evidence of greater harm that would've occured if the action had not happened.

An example of an explainable, but not justifiable action: shoving someone because you weren't looking where you were going. Shoving people is wrong, and it's important to pay attention to your surroundings.

If someone did you wrong because they're traumatized, because they had your best interests at heart, because they didn't think it would affect you, because they were doing it for the greater good, or any legitimate reason that may or may not include ulterior motives, them having a reason does not make it so that they never did you wrong.

Just some food for thought.

#trauma #character evaluation #character analysis #abuse #is inherently bad #no matter how well they can explain why they did it #it still wasnt right #it wasnt okay #and you dont have to make amends #also #it's your decision whether to make amends or not in the first place #stay safe out there guys #and protect your peace