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doodlebags · 6 months

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#day of the dead #dia de los muertos #dia de muertos #all saints day #skull #sugar skull #sugar skull girl

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pink-alchemy · 14 days

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i-j0s · 6 months

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#girls #sugar skull #makeup #halloween #painting #art #digital art #spooky #ai art #generated

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epic-and-kitty · 7 months

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More Twist doodles in this new style I have, with a cameo from Skull!

#splatoon #Splatoon OC #My art #My OCs #skull coroika #Octoling girl #Oc Twist #sweet chili sauce #She's so damn cute I love her so much #Sugar Skull Squid #Yes I know Skull's head is a bit too small to be in proportion with twist #But it's still cute so whatever #self ship #oc x canon #I love twist so much guys 😭

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teeto-peteto · 2 months

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In a magical perfect setting where we can perhaps stop thinking for a straight second that Abigail is going to die eventually on the timeline actually imagining Sarah/Illaoi/Pyke friendship trio being just kids/teenagers saying a bunch of cusswords, teasing each other and getting into silly mess around the town is funny.

In some way imagine both Illaoi and Pyke being able to enjoy time outside the buhru with Sarah getting onto messes they must not be but still, Illaoi has her fun and her time to shine like a teenager/kid pretty on the sunlight and Pyke gets some of actual personality out. Illaoi and Sarah having that untold fling between them and staring at each other in silence and smiling for no reason while Pyke rolls his eyes because 'they both are dumbasses', him talking about it with Illaoi like 'Well, if you guys end up together then im either out of the group or im the thirdwheel and i dont know wich one is the worst option' to wich Illaoi just laughs and pats his back a little too rough and tells him its not a big deal and that he'll be alright.

Be damned if he perhaps has a little crush on someone cause if Sarah notices/is told about it she will tease the shit out of him. They're both constantly at each others throats. The times Illaoi had to get between them to separate them because things were getting a litte out of hand, but still they're good friends. I hope.

#honestly i like to give Sarah the Eric Cartman personality #without the whole offensive stuff. wich is like taking away the flour the eggs and the sugar from the cake #but still: hilarious bitchy whiny teaser #as counterside of Pyke who has short patience when outside the buhru #unpatient equally snarky also whiny #Illaoi is the laid back sarah's dream girl who breaks other kids skulls when they get on their way #she's funny but also short patience sometimes depending on the situation #she cant help but enjoy pyke and sarah being on each others throat sometimes #she's just laughing under her breath #im preparing a little south park quotes but its bilgewater kids #im keeping it simple like no references or anything just a bunch of funnies and cusswords #because its fitting #Sarah pointing at Pyke: 'Pyke is a random slut'

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blackmoldmp3 · 5 months

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ouugh the winter.

#girls ive got the physical depression feeling in the front of my skull. do u know what i mean #feels heavy and Present. i think its actually from my brow tensing 24/7.#but also my limbs feel heavy i feel so slow and lethargic and Bad #but the adhd meds are letting me still do things. im just pissed off about it. like i phoned my psych again abt a diff med #im Making and Consuming meals. w fruits and vegetables and meat even tho im not feelin it and just want bread and sugar #so. silver linings

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ari-pinkplanet · 6 months

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Still hurts

#gif #illustration #colorful #animation #girl #procreate #diademuertos #día de los muertos #sketch #skull #sugar skull #calavera #mexico

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carissaroseart · 11 months

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From sketch to finished painting: process for my watercolor and gouache painting, “Already Dead”

#painting #drawing #sugar skull girl tattoo #sugarskull #sugar skull art #art #artist #tattoo flash #tattoo #rose #roses #illustration #sketch #watercolor painting #watercolor #gouache

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itswickedlovely · 2 years

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Well? What should I do?! 😤

#alternative #great butt #big beautiful girl #big beautiful body #plus size #goth #goth gf #thirst thursday #sugar skull #nsft #adultonly #sexy nerd #curvy and cute #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #bootty

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ethtyn · 1 year

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i just came to the conclusion, halfway through another bottle, that i have probably had far too much dr pepper today and that's why i'm mindlessly rotating from app to app but unable to ease my want to do somethingism

#girl help i've had too much sugar today and now i'm bouncing off the walls of my own skull #vonswayenthusiast.txt #not mcyt

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karinesauzedde · 2 years

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Manuel Álvarez Bravo (Mexicain, 1902-2002) Petite fille mangeant un crâne en sucre [Niña comiendo calavera de azucar], 1940-1950 #girl #littlegirl #nina #child #kid #teenage #kidsofinstagram #mexico #mexican #skull #eat #eating #sugar #thinking #portrait #portraiture #portraitphotography #portraitmood #blackandwhitephotography #blackandwhite #bw #bnw #bnwphotography #photo #photography #photographylovers #bnwmood #bwphotography #mood #dress https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce6fZBqsZMv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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pink-alchemy · 2 months

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velvettexcupcake · 7 months

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#You Are My Candy Girl! (self)#Sugar Addict (tastes)#Queen of Chaos & Mischief (musings)#One Fucked Up Bitch (headcanons)#Lace & Bows (closet)#Hearts & Skulls (likes)

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helengie · 7 months

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(via "Sugar Skull Make Up Sepia" Graphic T-Shirt for Sale by HelenGie)

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usavinyls · 8 months

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#skull girl #sugar skull

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ceilidho · 3 months

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prompt: forced throuple au; Ghost decides that you and Johnny are his (part 1; ghoap x reader)

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Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately.

Ghost listens because the periods between missions are long and colourless—he fills the time with paperwork, PT, exhausting his muscles in the gym, and dissociating in a booth at the only good pub on base when Johnny drags him along—and it’s better to tune out the thoughts in his head and replace them with something else. Besides, for as much as he gripes about poorly trained dogs barking too much, he enjoys the sound of Johnny’s voice. It quiets the faint ringing that follows him wherever he goes, an agitated humming that leaves him, on his best days, on the brink of rage.

“Tinnitus,” a doctor says when he brings it up during a routine check-up. Can you shut that fucking noise up?

“Best we can do is get you hearing aids.” Apologetic, sincere even. Stained, as always though, by a trembling, noxious unease. It emanates off the doctor in waves.

Hard not to feel uneasy around a man in a mask, Ghost assumes. That’s all part of it though. He doesn’t cultivate comfort, doesn’t attempt to engender soft feelings or put the mind at ease. His body and persona are designed to put the body and mind on the knife’s edge of fear, and then tip it over. He leaves the sweet talking and charming to men like Johnny, who babbles red language in a tongue like larkspur.

Ghost’s first language is oil slick. It stains and it covers and it darkens everything it touches.

And now, Johnny’s talking about a bird.

A couple months after Las Almas, the first picture comes out. Not a folded up keepsake tucked away in the pocket of a bag or a wallet or the inside of his jacket, but right on Johnny’s lockscreen on his phone. He disapproves at first glance. Not of the girl, but at the thought of keeping something so valuable on display for anyone to see. It’s not how he functions. Everything sacred is burned, destroyed, or—if precious enough—buried so deep underground that salt miners might greet it on the way down.

“Pretty, eh?” Johnny goads, nudging Ghost with his shoulder. He’s all wide grin, eyes electric-blue like the flames of Kawah Ijen.

She is pretty. Pretty as pie. Not a speck of grit or blood on her; if there’s any edge to her at all, it’s tempered by her smile in the photo on Johnny’s phone. A sugar sweet cunt, by the looks of it, sure it’d taste like candy if he got his mouth on it. He angles his eyes with Johnny’s lips and wonders how many times he’s eaten her out, if hers was the last cunt he ate. Likely. His boy’s the loyal kind, hard to shake off once he’s got his teeth in. Swapping spit or blood, he doesn’t leave once he’s got a taste.

“Where’d you find her?” he asks instead of agreeing, and takes a swig from the bottle in front of him. The bar’s hardly filled out yet; the two of them come early because Ghost’s an old man—that’s what Johnny would say—and doesn’t like to be around people once the sun’s set. It’s a burnished gold now, sun hovering low in the sky when Ghost turns an eye to it.

“Florist. Met her when I picked up flowers for mam’s birthday.”

Nearly a month then. “And I’m just hearin’ about this now?”

Not in this same pub three times a week since then. Not on the tarmac, suited up and sweating already beneath two layers of gear. Not in the shower beside Ghost’s, fingers reaching over the side for a bar of soap because Johnny can’t be arsed to get his own. Not with his head slumped to let Ghost shave the sides of his head nice and neat, thick fingers splayed over the delicate bone of his skull that Ghost knows would take nothing to break.

It rankles him until he looks back down at the phone in his hands—the one he’d plucked from Johnny’s fingers even while he whined about Ghost always stealing his shit—and feels his heartbeat slow. It levels out like staring into the scope of a rifle, the molecules of his breath melding with the molecules of the air until even the sound of his heartbeat dulls to the insects around him.

Johnny purses his lips. “…Wasn’t sure then. Am now.”

“Cunt’s a cunt. What’s there to be sure about?”

“No.” Johnny shakes his head vehemently. “She’s no’ like that. She’s special—I’m telling ye, Lt—” he stresses when Ghost snorts, the sound thick with scepticism, “—she’s a good egg. Smart one. Sweet as pie.”

Sweet as pie. Mutt half-shares his thoughts these days. They must have brought more home than just shellshock and keloids.

Johnny squawks when Ghost unlocks his phone and thumbs through his photos, trying to wrench it out of Ghost’s hand to no avail. He’s easy to hold back. All he has to do is put down his beer for a second and get a handful of hair and jerk, and there it is. Peace and quiet. A wince bleeding into his peripheral vision while Johnny mumbles something under his breath about him being a mean bastard.

He snorts again. Even from Johnny, he’s heard worse.

There isn’t much left of him these days. A tired husk and a taste for Guinness. He bleeds and shaves and wipes it off, smells the viscera still staining his mask that he hardly ever washes, can’t bear to honestly. Waste of fucking time, as far as he’s concerned. Just going to get dirtied again, soaked in blood again within the week. Shaves his head too just to have less to deal with, less to distract him from the single-minded intensity he brings to the job. He’d dematerialize if he could, become a ghost in name and shape, if only the laws of physics allowed.

Instead he’s saddled with a body that echoes back his age in creaking joints and low back pain. Scar tissue that aches when it gets cold.

In the months he’s known Johnny, he’s never let himself think about the world outside their bubble. His rank demands a certain level of socialising, and while he doesn’t schmooze with the brass like other lieutenants might, Ghost hardly has the privilege of isolating himself all the time, but still he can count the people he considers close on one hand.

Not family, but close. The thought of family is sheathed within him; he knows to leave the knife in lest he bleed. Still, Johnny’s fought his way onto the list and now he has to pay with his pound of flesh.

There’s a switch that’s been off for years, closer to a couple decades, and it flips back on when he finds this man that trusts him without question, that follows his orders and looks up at him with these big, puppy blue eyes. It twists something in his chest. It turns him into a thing that says maybe it’s better to take than just covet.

There are other photos of the girl in Johnny’s phone, some likely not meant for present company (Johnny flushes red when Ghost flips to a picture of his bird in a pretty little number, lace cupping her tits and ass, sitting on Johnny’s bed back home and looking back at him over her shoulder with a little grin). Still, it interests him to see this side of his boy; he’s maybe thought of it before in abstract terms. He knows that Johnny’s no stranger to a wandering eye, not with the way he’s built and his pretty boy face. He’s well acquainted with Johnny’s dick, hard not to be in such close quarters; it’s a nice, pretty thing, just like him, a good handful. Nothing like the ruddy battering ram in between Ghost’s legs. The one Johnny once got a glimpse of in the showers after a two week long stint in Kyrgyzstan and paled, mouth gaping open while he stared until he could finally laugh it off.

Ghost remembers thinking detachedly about how lovely that little gaped open mouth would feel around his cock.

Surprising that it took this long for him to cotton on to his own desires.

“Bring ‘er around then. I’ll see for myself how sweet she is.”

Johnny scowls at the sudden uproar from a nearby table. “No’ a chance in hell. Dinnae trust any of these fuckers to behave around her.”

Ghost hums. He’s not wrong to be wary; under the table, Ghost runs a hand over his bulge and gives it a squeeze, lifting his thigh to readjust. She has a lovely mouth too.

He’s been breathing fire and brimstone recently. Hungering to hear something break. It takes Johnny’s hand on his arm to hold him back, every cigarette puffed down to the filter. The pictures on Johnny’s phone make it seem easy though.

Johnny’s been bragging about a pretty bird lately, preening at every opportunity to show her off. He doesn’t know that it takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost’s brain to file the girl in Johnny’s phone under mine, slotting her right under Johnny in that category and isn’t that just perfect because it also takes approximately eight seconds for Ghost to imagine what she might look like under Johnny.

He hands Johnny back the phone, face down. “You get one week. Then I wanna meet your bird.”

#ceil writing #cod mw2 #cod x reader #ghost/soap/reader #ghoap x reader #soap x reader #ghost x reader #ghost/reader #ghoap x you

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