#and no roach either 3:

[roughentumble]

idea for a witcher/homestuck AU. ciri goes to fight the white frost and seemingly defeats it, but something isnt right about it, and for some reason at the center of it all she finds some sort of game with complex instructions right there. she kind of tells herself that it was leftover from some other traveler, who came to the center of all that is to destroy entropy and found themselves lacking, leaving behind only scraps of who they were. but it seems so pristine... could it really be that...? whatever it is, she feels oddly compelled to play it. perhaps as homage to a soul that was lost clutching a game and thinking of joyful times with their family.

(there is no stopping the white frost. entropy cannot be fought back. but how is she to know? when avallac'h told her otherwise? is it so wrong to dare to hope?)

the game is called something silly, like hmlet(like sburb but instead its. hamlet.)

everyone is already gathered, so when they all slink off to nurse their bruises, when theyre all still together, she brings out the game. eskel thinks its a bit grim. lambert thinks its grim, so he's completely behind it. they shuffle through the confusing rules as the first icy, frozen meteor falls far, far away, on the other side of a world that's yet to be fully circumnavigated.

my preliminary cast list idea looks something like:

1. yen (witch of time) (derse)

2. ciri (mage of space) (derse)

3. jaskier (rogue of breath) (prospit)

4. geralt (knight of blood) (prospit)

5. eskel

6. lambert

7. regis (?)

8. avallac'h

9. cerys (?)

10. letho (?)

11. triss

12. zoltan (?)

with question marks denoting placements that are the most up in the air, though i'd REALLY like to keep letho and zoltan on board. im never going to write this but i am going to have fun turning it over in my head and imagining these 12 as fun gods of a new world.

[left-for-carrion]

Lapis: What’s your best fantasy?

Ummmm

That's a good one-

Best fantasy is tied between catching a new doll and using them as they were intended taking such good care of them, andddd being a dog in a ring or in a fight for someone against another canine/person/thing

Both are top tier, things that regularly star in my dreams and my thoughts

Ask game:

[713-4th-ward-g]

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

Amazon illegally interferes with an historic UK warehouse election

I'm in to TARTU, ESTONIA! Overcoming the Enshittocene (Monday, May 8, 6PM, Prima Vista Literary Festival keynote, University of Tartu Library, Struwe 1). AI, copyright and creative workers' labor rights (May 10, 8AM: Science Fiction Research Association talk, Institute of Foreign Languages and Cultures building, Lossi 3, lobby). A talk for hackers on seizing the means of computation (May 10, 3PM, University of Tartu Delta Centre, Narva 18, room 1037).

Amazon is very good at everything it does, including being very bad at the things it doesn't want to do. Take signing up for Prime: nothing could be simpler. The company has built a greased slide from Prime-curiosity to Prime-confirmed that is the envy of every UX designer.

But unsubscribing from Prime? That's a fucking nightmare. Somehow the company that can easily figure out how to sign up for a service is totally baffled when it comes to making it just as easy to leave. Now, there's two possibilities here: either Amazon's UX competence is a kind of erratic freak tide that sweeps in at unpredictable intervals and hits these unbelievable high-water marks, or the company just doesn't want to let you leave.

To investigate this question, let's consider a parallel: Black Flag's Roach Motel. This is an icon of American design, a little brown cardboard box that is saturated in irresistibly delicious (to cockroaches, at least) pheromones. These powerful scents make it admirably easy for all the roaches in your home to locate your Roach Motel and enter it.

But the interior of the Roach Motel is also coated in a sticky glue. Once roaches enter the motel, their legs and bodies brush up against this glue and become hopeless mired in it. A roach can't leave – not without tearing off its own legs.

It's possible that Black Flag made a mistake here. Maybe they wanted to make it just as easy for a roach to leave as it is to enter. If that seems improbable to you, well, you're right. We don't even have to speculate, we can just refer to Black Flag's slogan for Roach Motel: "Roaches check in, but they don't check out."

It's intentional, and we know that because they told us so.

Back to Amazon and Prime. Was it some oversight that cause the company make it so marvelously painless to sign up for Prime, but such a titanic pain in the ass to leave? Again, no speculation is required, because Amazon's executives exchanged a mountain of internal memos in which this is identified as a deliberate strategy, by which they deliberately chose to trick people into signing up for Prime and then hid the means of leaving Prime. Prime is a Roach Motel: users check in, but they don't check out:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/03/big-tech-cant-stop-telling-on-itself/

When it benefits Amazon, they are obsessive – "relentless" (Bezos's original for the company) – about user friendliness. They value ease of use so highly that they even patented "one click checkout" – the incredibly obvious idea that a company that stores your shipping address and credit card could let you buy something with a single click:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1-Click#Patent

But when it benefits Amazon to place obstacles in our way, they are even more relentless in inventing new forms of fuckery, spiteful little landmines they strew in our path. Just look at how Amazon deals with unionization efforts in its warehouses.

Amazon's relentless union-busting spans a wide diversity of tactics. On the one hand, they cook up media narratives to smear organizers, invoking racist dog-whistles to discredit workers who want a better deal:

https://www.theguardian.com/technology/2020/apr/02/amazon-chris-smalls-smart-articulate-leaked-memo

On the other hand, they collude with federal agencies to make workers afraid that their secret ballots will be visible to their bosses, exposing them to retaliation:

https://www.nbcnews.com/tech/tech-news/amazon-violated-labor-law-alabama-union-election-labor-official-finds-rcna1582

They hold Cultural Revolution-style forced indoctrination meetings where they illegally threaten workers with punishment for voting in favor of their union:

https://www.nytimes.com/2023/01/31/business/economy/amazon-union-staten-island-nlrb.html

And they fire Amazon tech workers who express solidarity with warehouse workers:

https://www.cbsnews.com/news/amazon-fires-tech-employees-workers-criticism-warehouse-climate-policies/

But all this is high-touch, labor-intensive fuckery. Amazon, as we know, loves automation, and so it automates much of its union-busting: for example, it created an employee chat app that refused to deliver any message containing words like "fairness" or "grievance":

https://pluralistic.net/2022/04/05/doubleplusrelentless/#quackspeak

Amazon also invents implausible corporate fictions that allow it to terminate entire sections of its workforce for trying to unionize, by maintaining the tormented pretense that these workers, who wear Amazon uniforms, drive Amazon trucks, deliver Amazon packages, and are tracked by Amazon down to the movements of their eyeballs, are, in fact, not Amazon employees:

https://www.wired.com/story/his-drivers-unionized-then-amazon-tried-to-terminate-his-contract/

These workers have plenty of cause to want to unionize. Amazon warehouses are sources of grueling torment. Take "megacycling," a ten-hour shift that runs from 1:20AM to 11:50AM that workers are plunged into without warning or the right to refuse. This isn't just a night shift – it's a night shift that makes it impossible to care for your children or maintain any kind of normal life.

Then there's Jeff Bezos's war on his workers' kidneys. Amazon warehouse workers and drivers notoriously have to pee in bottles, because they are monitored by algorithms that dock their pay for taking bathroom breaks. The road to Amazon's warehouse in Coventry, England is littered with sealed bottles of driver piss, defenestrated by drivers before they reach the depot inspection site.

There's so much piss on the side of the Coventry road that the prankster Oobah Butler was able to collect it, decant it into bottles, and market it on Amazon as an energy beverage called "Bitter Lemon Release Energy," where it briefly became Amazon's bestselling energy drink:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/10/20/release-energy/#the-bitterest-lemon

(Butler promises that he didn't actually ship any bottled piss to people who weren't in on the gag – but let's just pause here and note how weird it is that a guy who hates our kidneys as much as Jeff Bezos built and flies a penis-shaped rocket.)

Butler also secretly joined the surge of 1,000 workers that Amazon hired for the Coventry warehouse in advance of a union vote, with the hope of diluting the yes side of that vote and forestall the union. Amazon displayed more of its famously selective competence here, spotting Butler and firing him in short order, while totally failing to notice that he was marketing bottles of driver piss as a bitter lemon drink on Amazon's retail platform.

After a long fight, Amazon's Coventry workers are finally getting their union vote, thanks to the GMB union's hard fought battle at the Central Arbitration Committee:

https://www.foxglove.org.uk/2024/04/26/amazon-warehouse-workers-in-coventry-will-vote-on-trade-union-recognition/

And right on schedule, Amazon has once again discovered its incredible facility for ease-of-use. The company has blanketed its shop floor with radioactively illegal "one click to quit the union" QR codes. When a worker aims their phones at the code and clicks the link, the system auto-generates a letter resigning the worker from their union.

As noted, this is totally illegal. English law bans employers from "making an offer to an employee for the sole or main purpose of inducing workers not to be members of an independent trade union, take part in its activities, or make use of its services."

Now, legal or not, this may strike you as a benign intervention on Amazon's part. Why shouldn't it be easy for workers to choose how they are represented in their workplaces? But the one-click system is only half of Amazon's illegal union-busting: the other half is delivered by its managers, who have cornered workers on the shop floor and ordered them to quit their union, threatening them with workplace retaliation if they don't.

This is in addition to more forced "captive audience" meetings where workers are bombarded with lies about what life in an union shop is like.

Again, the contrast couldn't be more stark. If you want to quit a union, Amazon makes this as easy as joining Prime. But if you want to join a union, Amazon makes that even harder than quitting Prime. Amazon has the same attitude to its workers and its customers: they see us all as a resource to be extracted, and have no qualms about tricking or even intimidating us into doing what's best for Amazon, at the expense of our own interests.

The campaigning law-firm Foxglove is representing five of Amazon's Coventry workers. They're doing the lord's work:

https://www.foxglove.org.uk/2024/05/02/legal-challenge-to-amazon-uks-new-one-click-to-quit-the-union-tool/

All this highlights the increasing divergence between the UK and the US when it comes to labor rights. Under the Biden Administration, @NLRB General Counsel Jennifer Abruzzo has promulgated a rule that grants a union automatic recognition if the boss does anything to interfere with a union election:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/09/06/goons-ginks-and-company-finks/#if-blood-be-the-price-of-your-cursed-wealth

In other words, if Amazon tries these tactics in the USA now, their union will be immediately recognized. Abruzzo has installed an ultra-sensitive tilt-sensor in America's union elections, and if Bezos or his class allies so much as sneeze in the direction of their workers' democratic rights, they automatically lose.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/06/one-click-to-quit-the-union/#foxglove

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[leyavo]

| Genus | 3

Part three. Previous parts > [Bug masterlist] (I just keep thinking of this)

Bugs get crushed, so mind where you go. Wouldn’t want to step on you.

It had been drilled into your head since you’d earned the call-sign, Bug. Sure the names were never something nice, but yours was given you to remind you of your place. That no matter how good you were, there was always someone bigger trying to crush you.

So you tried your best to stay under the radar, never going above and beyond what ever orders were sent your way.

After one particular training session though, Captain Price pulled you aside. The guys winding down on the opposite side of the training ground, stretching their aching limbs. Roach, however trails close by as if he’s trying to listen in.

“Are you a dog or a bug?” Price said, his hands raising to cross over his chest.

You tense, bracing for his knuckles to drive into your shoulder, but nothing.

“What am I, Captain?” You don’t even bother picking from the lot, knowing that he’ll tell you exactly what you are either way.

Is this the question he’ll ask each time you do something he’s not fond of? Or whenever you mess up. Just like your previous captain asked you, what are you? Are you to say you’re a dog now? Someone made just to follow orders no matter the task.

Anything to make your life a little easier. You’re tired of trying to dodge your superiors anger and let them have at it.

The Captain sighs, dabbing the sweat dripping down his brow with the cuff of his fleece. “I don’t want ya to be a dog, there’s more to this task force than following my orders, Bug.”

You’re not sure if this is some kinda test, something for you to slip up on. So you remain silent, waiting for him to tell you what he really thinks. Used to the verbal lashings from anyone superior to you.

“Why do you think I put you with Roach?”

He’s hard to kill. Hard to kill, that’s why you’re with him. Someone to drag you out if you ever fuck up. Your gaze wanders to Roach and he looks away as soon as your eyes connect with his. Turning his attention the dirt beside his boot, toeing the gravel beneath it.

“He’s good at thinking on his feet, adapting and bending the rules in his favour to get the job done. He listens to his orders, but is also in tune with the variables around the situation.” The Captain’s voice lowered, he’d never outright compliment Roach as he gets a mixed bag of emotions. Doesn’t want to add to the weight he already carries, so Price leans in for just you to hear.

He knows his team, knows who needs encouragement or praise, but also knows that sometimes it’s not always practical.

A pat on the back and a nod of the head from the Captain is enough for Roach.

“You want me to ignore a direct order, Captain?”

“No,” he scoffs, “I want you to embellish them, think of them as a guideline. The nitty gritty details are down to you, Bug.” The captain lifts his hand, but drops it deciding not to give you a reassuring pat on the arm. He balls his fist and shakes it, a symbol for strength.

“Yes, Captain.” You watch him walk across the training ground, falling in line with Ghost as they make their way back to the main building. Soap and Gaz have disappeared, just a lone Roach kicking the gravel a couple feet away from you.

Your legs tremble, the last few training drills settling in your aching muscles. The sun burns your scalp and coats a thin layer of sweat all over you. You don’t care how you look though, your knees crashing to the ground. The shuddering rise and fall of your chest, faltered breaths easing as a flask wiggles in front of your face.

Roach’s gloved hand grasping the neck of the flask. “Tougher than we seem us bugs,” he said, crouching down in front of you and poking your t-shirt. He lifts his finger, showing a red little lady bug perched there before it flies off.

You’re a bug, not a dog.

[Next part]

Bug’s still trying to figure out what type of Captain John Price is and doesn’t have a past superior who was good to compare him to. So she’s thinking the worse (which is what she’s used to).

[blackbirdsblackberries]

I HATE THE NEW HERO

PT 1 - What teacher assigns a group project for a poster?!

Pt 1 (You're here) - Pt 2 - Pt 3 - Pt 4 - Pt 5 - Pt 6 - Pt 7 - Pt 8 - Pt 9 - Pt 10

Classes were always boring for you, don't get you wrong - you love the subjects, you just hate how it's being taught.

To sum it up, here is your lessons for today, Wednesday.

Literature, Methods Math, Biology, Ancient History, Engineering and finally Chemistry.

It's a lot and frankly you're regretting choosing half of those subjects. Even more so because of a certain billionaire playboy's ward. Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

You're pretty sure he's a massive fanboy of Aranea, the new spider-themed hero of Gotham who you detest with your very being.

The costume is ugly, they're too optimistic - it's Gotham, who on Earth is happy in Gotham? Most of all however, they're a two-faced bitch. You should know, after all you are them.

It's not that you hate yourself and your nightlife, just that you need to look unconnected to them at all costs. There can't be any correlation between you and your persona. You use a voice modulator while on patrol and missions, you wear a wig while in your costume and any defining features are covered by either the costume or makeup.

So, whenever Aranea is brought up you take the chance to make fun of it. The comments aren't anything horrible, mean sure.

"Ew, they're more of a roach than a spider.."

"They're actually ugly enough to be the next Joker"

"I hope they humiliate themself and everyone sees how gross they really are."

But not horrible.

Despite this Timothy seems to have thought you were the devil himself in the form of a teenager. Glares were thrown at you, false reports were made to the principal's office, public shaming on Chitter and more.

You won't lie and say it gets to you sometimes but at the same time he's being a manchild. You can't expect everyone to like who you like.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by a paper being slammed onto the desk. Your head snaps up and you glare at the person.

Timothy may as well be the devil with the way he's staring at you now, a sneer paints his pale features. His nose held high enough that you swore he was about to snort on you.

You grit your teeth and look down at the paper he slammed on your desk. You're actually going to scream and cry right now.

Scratch that, you're actually going to jump out of the window and hope to perish.

You hate Chemistry. You hate this school. You hate Gotham. You hate Timothy Jackson Drake.

You pray he'll think you're incompetent and not bother with actually working together for this group project.

A group project on Titration! Who even does a group project outside of school for that?

You look around, hoping there will be others in the group but because your luck is so thin it might snap everyone else already were in groups of 3s. Meaning Timothy and you would just be a duo.

Instead of doing what you wished you instead sighed and grabbed your pencil, probing at Timothy's hand until it stopped holding the paper against the desk.

"A poster on bases and acids in titration? Why does this need to be a two-person job?!" You huff out. Timothy's features turn more hate filled, kinda petty to hate someone for different tastes Timothy...

"Because lazy people like you won't do the work otherwise!"

"I'm not lazy! Fine, fuck you! I'll do it myself!"

"No way! I need the marks - plus you'll do it wrong!"

you take a deep breath, trying desperately to not snap your pencil in half.

"... Fine. We'll do it at my place then once school lets out. No way am I going to your place where I'm sure you'll set your family on me." You respond calmly, still glaring up at him.

After a moment Timothy nods.

Your shoulders slump in relief.

"I'll meet you at the front gate then."

"Fine. But if you're late I'm doing the project on my own." With that Timothy walks away. You feel a migraine coming on - seriously, what is wrong with him? There wasn't even a proper time set!

Some people think that Damian kid is the rudest - those people clearly haven't been on the bad, petty side of Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.

[cherie-doll]

I love the father headcanons, can we see one where our munchkins are Lil older and they start wanting a brother/sister 🥺?

spinning at the thought of this <3

ଘ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

ʚɞ Price...

he's content with the one kid you two have right now, he knew this was your first and going into parenthood hadn't been a completely smooth journey but you had learned to enjoy the ups and deal with the downs of it

however a thought did start reeling when your son asked why he didn't have a baby sister, he saw how his grade school friend had a baby sister and seeing her cute chubby cheeks that looked so squeezable and hearing her gurgles and toothless smile made him want a sibling

i can just see price turning to him and saying "you're asking for one as if it was a pet", implying that a sibling was another human not some dog or cat you could just have around, but you actually liked the idea of another kid, you had observed how lonely your son would be on weekends when he wasn't at school

price had assumed you wouldn't want another one until later that night he comes back from tucking the kid in bed and he settles in bed with a groan and finds you immediately turning to him, laying your head on his chest and saying you want a girl

ʚɞ Ghost...

you two had been living apart for some time now, he came by when he could to take your daughter to his house and care for her and then bring her back and so on, he was a responsible father and cooperated in taking care of all her needs with you

on weekends he usually took you both out to eat and this was one of those times, your daughter had been unusually quiet during the meal when she stared around to settle her eyes on Simon then you

"i want a baby sister...or brother" she said firmly in her little voice, the clattering of the eating utensils stopped as both you and Simon turned to her in surprise

"where'd this come from..." you mumbled, not meeting Simon's eyes as he seemed to actually be considering this, he had been wanting to mention maybe moving back into the house with you and living together but he hadn't known how to speak about the subject, but to him, this was the perfect opportunity

"that's not a bad idea" his response made your head snap back up and your eyes met his, his gaze wasn't playful but rather serious, so he wasn't joking...

he definitely felt like you drifting away and although he was aware a new kid wasn't going to repair it, it certainly didn't mean your relationship was in shambles either, he seriously did discuss it as a possibility after dinner when he was alone with you

and could you turn him down, honestly?

ʚɞ Soap...

you, personally, haven't brought the topic up to him because you want to see if he'll ask you yourself, at some point he will but... when? well, the seedling you thought was slowly growing in his mind full on sprouted when your son stopped playing one afternoon and turned to you both saying he wanted a brother

johnny turned to you too, his eyes hopeful about your reaction, he didn't mind if it was another boy or if you'd be lucky and have a girl, he just wanted another kid, memories of how he used to dress his son in the cutest baby onesies when he was a few months old came back

he still had them just in case and was ready to buy more, neither of you knew this but your son expected a kid his age to come out of you, he forgot he'd have to wait some time before he's able to play with his sibling, the kid really just wanted someone to play with and cause mischief

ʚɞ Gaz...

urhgurhu he's so new father coded idk how to explain it

it's endearing seeing how gentle he is with your daughter; the first time he held her at the hospital he was too scared to take her from the nurse's extended arms, he had to take a seat and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans

he sorta panicked when she was handed to him and he quickly looked up to ask the nurse how to hold her correctly, he didn't want to hurt her little neck, especially when she seemed so fragile, silently, he admired his little girl and almost cried right then and there

you saw how his eyes softened so much and they glossed over with tears just wanting to spill, it was such an emotional moment for him; he finally had a family to take care of

and now she was five whole years, he could hardly believe it, when her birthday rolled around and he asked her what she wanted, she looked up at him with her big, bright cherub eyes and said she wanted a sister

and how could he deny her that? he begged you to give him another child, he didn't want to disappoint his little girl, it was her birthday wish and he wanted to see them grow up together

ʚɞ Roach...

he would 'subtly' imply that he wanted another one, things like leaving around some of your daughter's clothes from when she was a newborn, "that won't fit her..." you point out, the size difference being very obvious yet he acts clueless, he's trying to say that there should be another baby to dress in these clothes!

your kid has just learned how to talk yet he's attempting to teach her to ask for a sibling when she's perfectly fine being the only child for now, maybe she's going to want one in the future or she'll regret not having someone to play with when she was younger

you'll be preparing dinner and he'll walk in holding your four-year-old and saying something like "she learned a new phrase!" and she mumbles it because she doesn't even know what she's saying but don't worry! he's already translating for you

ʚɞ Alejandro...

he loved his daughter, the way she had inherited most of your features with his complementing her and how she was his little angel, she was such a sweet child how could he NOT want another one?

"another one, just like her... just think about it" and he even got your daughter to ask you with her own little spin on the question, she knew how to get things, she would twirl and fidget with her princess dress, shyly asking with the little spark in her eye and the small smile she knew got her almost every toy and candy she asked for

it was impossible to go an entire day without hearing it from one of them, the problem was that they both were asking for another girl, what is instead of that you got a boy? and you knew just how that could turn out, he was likely to inherit alejandro's personality and you had heard it firsthand from alejandro's mother how he was like as a boy

you could already see how hyper the kid would turn out to be, you really did want a son but seeing how alejandro spoiled your daughter... you were reasonably worried how your son would turn out

ʚɞ Rudy...

he's so in love with raising his kid rn he hasn't ever thought about having another one, says he wants to focus on the one you have right now because he's devoted like that, but what about when his kid starts going off about wanting a sibling? a little baby would surely be exciting

he's worried that your child doesn't fully understand the responsibility that comes with a newborn, he dedicates so much time to your child that he's worried they would get jealous when their sibling is born, it's not that he's completely closed off to the idea of another child, but maybe when this one is a little older?

he's had to hold himself back from saying something about another kid when he stares at the baby shoes in the glass display when you go to the mall, he should be content with the child you have in your care

he also thinks about whether you're ready for another one yet, after all it is very hard and he's so considerate he wouldn't want to make you feel pressured about it

ʚɞ Phillip Graves...

he's been wanting another kid for a LONG time now, ever since he was there to hold your firstborn and see their tiny eyes open and meet his for the first time

he just loves the idea of having kids with you, he believes you are his biggest blessing he's ever received on this cake of earth and now he understands the blissful joy and simplicity his forebears relished in

his job is now second when it used to be the first priority in his life, money and riches don't matter as long as you're by his side and happy, of course he does love providing lavish things for you but he wouldn't enjoy it if he didn't have you to spoil

i could see him having a little bit of a breeding kink but he's also just a great father, your hormones be acting up when you see him shirtless and with a dad bod ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

but srs, he once asked his kid if he ever wanted a sibling because he'd been thinking about asking you for another child and when the little booger said yes he sent him to tell you

like your kid just going up to you saying he wanted a baby brother or sister and phillip just so happens to walk by and gives you a wink along w/ a sly smile

ʚɞ Makarov...

"sure, why not" his quick response without even so much as batting an eye at the question his son asked, it was as if it were only a simple request, as easy as if the kid had asked for candy, your son smiled, delighted he was going to have a sibling and ran off

you scoffed, "and you didn't even ask me?" and Makarov only gave you a glance before going back to eating the meal before him, he chewed for a good minute, leaving you with no other choice but to sit impatiently waiting for his answer

he chewed slowly, swallowing only when the bits of food had been ground down into almost nothing and then swallowing that, "what should we name this one?" he asked a little too nonchalantly for your liking, he went on to what features this child would inherent, the possibility of it being a boy or a girl and you're just sitting there confused and "wait just a minute now"

ofc later he does ask if you want to try for the second child, in his mind it's likely he already has a name for them and all but he wouldn't force you to have another kid if you were hesitant about it

he's great at sugarcoating things and sweetening you up with honeyed words in your ear so it's easy for you to say yes in the moment

ʚɞ Keegan...

he was probably just trying to unwind after a long day when your kid brought that up, the both of you exchanged worried glances as you had agreed on not having anymore kids, he actually wasn't sure whether he ever even wanted kids but after becoming a father he quite enjoyed it, it wasn't as hard as it was expected because your kid was surprisingly calm

so he did let the thought linger in his mind, thinking maybe a second one wouldn't be THAT bad of an idea but then what if this second kid wasn't what neither of you expected? he didn't like difficult kids, he's seen how some parents struggle with their kids and they look so damn tired

he thinks about getting the kid a pet, that would distract him from wanting a sibling, right? well, turns out that only works temporarily, he's then hearing from his kid how the dog doesn't know how to play with their toys, that the dog won't sit still and watch tv with them

now keegan really is second guessing his previous decision...

ʚɞ König...

könig always gets so flustered when people ask if he ever thought of having another kid, he doesn't know how to answer that question because neither of you had ever discussed it before, before you two had even had your first kid he had been too nervous to talk about the possibility of having children

he didn't want to say whether or not he wanted children because what if you didn't and that was a huge determining factor for you? but you remember the first time you asked him and he had softly said yes, more than anything he wanted at least one, especially after you two were living together it was all he could think of

so he thought about how to tell you he wanted another one because he had said previously that he was fine with only one, but he's sort of thankful it was his daughter that brought it up first, she was already seven and now that she felt a little older and definitely wanted a sibling

she didn't care whether it was a baby brother or sister and frankly, neither did könig, he just wanted another kid and heck he'd even be willing to become a stay at home father

ʚɞ Horangi...

you didn't expect your daughter to ask for a sibling since horangi always made time to play games and spend time with her, you'd think she wouldn't want one because she might get jealous of not having her dad focus on only her

but surprisingly she did, you sort of expected horangi to ask for another kid because eventually your daughter would grow up and well, naturally spend more time alone or with friends instead so he'd miss that, right?

well, you compromised and soon enough there was a baby boy born, except he was not at all what your daughter or horangi had been expecting, in reality, your daughter wanted a playmate to incorporate in their games and with time it was obvious your son was more of the quiet type

he wasn't much for playing games and often was content with being in your arms while you read and listened to music

ʚɞ Nikto...

nikto didn't know he had it in him to even raise kids until you had your first baby, it's like he unlocked a part of himself he didn't know he had, overnight he had become so nurturing and he didn't know how to feel about another kid

exploring the thought of how many kids you two could handle made him feel unsure when his son came up to him with a picture he had drawn in school, at first nikto hadn't paid much attention to what the scrawly figures on the papers were until his son asked what he thought of it

nikto only said it was a very nice picture and his son beamed, a huge smile on his face, "so you agree?", "with what?" nikto was confused, "having another baby!", and nikto almost fell out of his chair

nikto didn't really give a reply and dismissed the kid who was too happy to care about what his father's answer had been, maybe nikto should talk to you about this...

[ender-of-the-sender]

STARKID! EPIC: THE MUSICAL FANCAST

(You guys be nice okay? Both of these things mean alot to me and i will not tolerate rude or cruel things being said about either)

Joey Ritcher: Odysseus

Curt Mega: Zeus, Elpenor, Telemachus

Corey Dorris: Eurylochus, Hephaestus

Kim Whalen: Siren, Penelope, Aphrodite, Crew

Meredith Stepien: Athena (she’s literally perfect you cant tell me shes not)

(More under cut, just didnt want it to be a super long post-)

Joe Walker (tell me why he has no good recent headshots please-):Perimedes, Antinous, Polyphemus

Jon Matteson: Polites, Tiresias (its the eyes), Apollo

Jaime Lyn Beatty: Aeolus (all you gotta do is…), Anticlea (Odys mom), Crew

James Tolbert: Poseidon, Ares, Crew

Bryce Charles: Calypso, Scylla (I know thats not “official” Scylla art but its my favourite ever), Crew

Jeff Blim: Hermes (do i even need to explain myself?), Crew

Lauren Lopez: Circe (Jorge+Taliya and Joey+Lauren 4 life) , Hera, Crew

Charybdis could be a big puppet? Like the Queen from Starship

When the crew gets turned into pigs, they could either be cutouts (starship) or pig like accessories (think the Ox from TTO)

Polyphemus/ other Cyclops could be a Lupin (AVPSY) style puppet.

Winions/ lotus eaters could be little hand puppets (think Cluebert or maybe even Roach) played by crew

PLEASE DROP ME AN ASK IF YOU WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS WITH ME BECAUSE ITS LITERALLY MY EVERY WAKING THOUGHT :3

[evermore-fashion]

Met Gala 2024: My Top 8 Women's Looks

I can't believe it's been a year since I did this but here we are again, digesting all the looks from this year's Met Gala theme "A Garden in Time." Those that attended either met the brief, passed with flying colours and played this year's grand staircase and others didn't. Originally I was going to do top 5 but after going over every look on Vogue the list grew into becoming my top 8. As always my opinions are my own and not gospel. So please don't take what I say personally and let's remember that fashion is a form of art and art is subjective. 1. Mona Patel wearing Iris Van Herpen Holy shit this look was off the scale and I'm not being over dramatic either. I saw the gown this morning and loved it on her, but when I saw that it had MOVING PARTS and that she was styled by the iconic Law Roach, I was floored. This man is a stylist genius and Mona looked stunning from head to toe. 2. Zendaya wearing Maison Margiela by John Galliano I wasn't a fan of this look when I first saw it but the more I do look at it the more I love it especially in comparison to her second look. I just love that the gown is not black with the mix of green and blue making the gown standout. Plus I love seeing subtle details that fit the brief but aren't tacky or garish. 3. Lana Del Rey wearing Alexander McQueen Lana's overall look was giving me witch queen in the woods and I loved it. It was dramatic, bold and stood out amongst the sea of boring gowns and suits that resembled a large funeral procession. Plus it's Alexander McQueen, the fashion house that blended art and fashion together and is still iconic after Lee's passing. 4. Taylor Russell in Loewe Sometimes less is more and Taylor Russell's look was just this and I thought it was beautiful, especially the wood grained inspired corset. We all know what it represents and paired with high end fashion it was both perfect and different. 5. Tyla wearing Balmain This gown might've looked boring at first glance or even close up but the fact it was made of sand blew my mind. I love the fact that it represented the theme perfectly but wasn't about flowers, trees, birds or bugs, but the earth we stand on. Also I just love the fact that Tyla's purse was an hourglass with sand in it representing time itself. GENIUS! 6. Emma Chamberlain wearing Jean Paul Gaultier This was another gown I wasn't mad on when I first saw it. However seeing everyone rave about what the gown represented made me fall in love with it and thats... roots. Again I love the different take on this year's theme and the fact that's brown lace as oppose to the usual black or white. 7. Elle Fanning wearing Balmain and Cartier I just love the fact this gown looks like a water fountain thats been frozen in time and I think it's ethereal to a tee. The way the gown has been sculpted is just mind bogglingly beautiful and could easily pass for blown glass. All in all it's a stunning gown and suits Elle perfectly. 8. Alia Bhatt wearing Sabyasachi It's not often that you see gowns that represent a culture especially at the Met Gala but this one was a true standout. The amount of detail from head to toe and the soft colour palette just made me fall in love with the whole ensemble the second I saw it. It's tradition and culture that meets high end fashion and art and I love it.

[moonieandi]

corners and walls | silco x f!reader  

Summary: the grief of loss shakes apart the friends of four, leaving silco and her to pick up the pieces of the complex affliction between them

warnings (TW): slight spoilers for arcane season ii//act ii, swearing, mentions of death, alcohol mentioned, general trauma, violence (implied)

tags: established relationship, honestly for once NOT dumbasses, angst… comfort?, affection

notes: i think this is a oneshot. Im not completely sure (im kinda maybe sure) that this is a oneshot… im allowed to write about my interests! (pt 11 of snapshots in my drafts rn its a complicated ch im wrestling w myself about posting)--- but im in arcane brainrot…. I love dissecting it and unfortunately for all of u i LOVE silco……… hes a questionable character…… but the way the action of season ii is going i need something familiar in my life while looking at (doomed) victor/jayce (heavy sighs) — if u don’t wanna read i understand this is a moonie want (and need) — love youuuuuu <3 

word count: 2.6k

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There were corners of her he did not know. 

Folds of her linens and clothes he moved to uncover in the past months. She was quiet, silent in the visage he had drawn of her, but stubborn (something familiar) and something of great consistency to him. 

It was hard to quantify her, easier to dismiss. She was not special. Of common stature and of common shape. Plain colors adorned her closet, plain and even temperament, plain tone, and of plain face. 

That is what they would say when uncovering her past. Now that she was part of this mess, part of the mess he had sheltered her into (part of the mess Vander had shepherded her into). The dream of a larger nation, of overarching architecture and structure and reasoning. A voice, they figured between the four of them, a voice that would listen and learn and speak loudly in the face of the injustices they had survived and crawled through. 

But he figured they would only comment on her appearance, perhaps. Of her coal stained shoes and the dirt under her picked nails. 

They would not know the woman behind it all. Would not know of Felicia either (now). Not with the violence inflicted on the bridge. Not with the weapon staining his hand (an accident he had sworn to them both). 

He knew of the woman before him though, knew of her mind and spite and grit. Knew of her work and the lengths and dredges she had come from. Knew of her grief. Something he sequestered in the back of his mind. Survive survive survive. She had once compared Zaun’s residents to roaches. Unkillable, dirty, and strikingly annoying. She meant it in an endearing way, she had to. She was a roach too. 

It was a different kind of insect, a different animal, that drove him to draw a gun on the woman he loved so dearly. He wouldn’t have thought to wrap a finger around the trigger if it weren’t for the feral instinct of preservation. He could discern danger like a sense, it came as easily as smell, as sight, as breathing. But it had him stuttering now, seeing her on the other end of his warranted violence (was it warranted?). 

She was a structure of poise, like usual. Another reason to keep the gun drawn to her. The silence in her acceptance of his decision. He knew though, that if they both survived the grief of his mistake she wouldn’t forgive him- never forgive him for registering her as a threat. How could she be? 

He had been waiting for the retaliation. He hid away in corners and along dark walls in wait. He waited for Vander to seek a sort of violence in him, the last violence the large man would ever do. Seek blood in the name of their shared friend, for the orphans he made. He was sick, sick with the thought of it most days. But composed, up until this point. Up until Vander used his last facilities to shake his roach of a mind from the corners of the nation they once dreamed of in the depth of caves and between stone-cold walls. She was it, was that thing that would make him waver, and he knew that. 

She had her palms raised, hands shaking. But composed, as usual. It was hard to shake the structure of her. She was rarely surprised by violence, much less the plights of men. She wasn’t quick to anger, wasn’t weepy at the thought of destruction, and stood as strong as cavernous walls, sturdy against the infrastructure of the Undercity. He admired that, he loved that. 

She had only shaken a total of three times, in front of him. Only bent her head and neck and bowed before him in emotion all of three times. Imprinted in his mind, the cascade of her hair, the shaking of her shoulders, and the sightless grief in her eyes. 

The first was the first time he truly saw her. She consumed herself with work. Whether it be their laborious job in the mines or the turmoil of finding justice in an unjustified upbringing. She had broken one day, that very first day. 

She was a sightless, unknowing girl in the crowd. But something about her hunched structure had struck him differently that day. He was younger then, only twelve. He knew of empathy but had yet to experience it. But he was shackled by it then, that day, when he first saw her. Hands bloody through her miners' gloves, shoes holey from the trek to and fro. She was younger, by a year or two. It was not unusual to find distressed children in the Undercity, perhaps more common than people would like to comment. Children, like they were, grew along the walls and innards of the city, meshed into stony hallways and bridges, faded into noise and paint of the background. It should go unnoticed by most, a crying child. But it struck him differently, then. 

The second, the day she confessed unfounded feelings. Years in the making, the dredges of the relationship between them. Even now, he could not comprehend the strings that were strapped between them. It was more than stuttered words and whispered confessions. It felt undying between them, an acceptance. 

She had been confused at the progression of their relationship, as was he. No reference to be found between them of a structure to hold their relationship. They took it in stride, took and molded their wants between them to breathe easily. Wind through a metal chime, ultimately peaceful, but prone to knots. Their strings overlaying, knotting, tightening. He had never thought to unweave them when he fled. The tug of knots and her heart led her back to him anyway. 

The third time would be now. The shake of her hands and the draw of her legs. The shimmering tears rounding along her chin. She was beautiful. She never liked when he said so, but she was captivating. He didn’t enjoy seeing her cry, it unsettled a deep dark part of him. One he would crush and stamp down, that domineering possessive part of him. He thinks of drawing the gun to his foot, squeezing the trigger at his incompetence and attitude to make her cry (this was the second time now, he swore, two strikes in the threads between them). 

“Please.” She never pleaded. “Please Silco, come home.” The grit of her teeth against a stutter, the shuddering of her breath in the cavities of her chest. Grief, unfounded. 

“You know I can’t, dear.” Too quick for his liking, he responded. He had backed himself into a dark corner, grown leaves into walls, and hid in shadows of the Undercity bridges now. It would have to be without her though, he grieved again. He had sunk so far into the stones, in the murky water of the Undercity, it wouldn’t be safe for her to follow. 

“I’m sorry.” An afterthought. A forethought. What he apologized for was lost between the notch of string on his belt and the thread leading back to her shirt. Was it for Felicia? His grief? Or was it for leaving her? (Was it for the children? For the young girls that remember his visage in Felicia’s home? For the blue-haired pixy girl that asked for him between shattered bombed dreams? The girls she shushed and rocked and cried to sleep?) 

She liked to think it was for all of it. Her stupid heart forgave him anyway. 

She was far from naive, far from gullible. 

She knew of men and violence and dark waters by the ripe age of nine. Something she would teach Felicia’s daughters now too. It was why she lived, why she breathed still, her unwillingness to bend and snap her neck in the face of shadows and men. But she had forsaken that for him, craved a subjugation in his waters, and wished to follow him up ivy walls and read the ink scrawled on his stupid notebooks. Wanted to breathe life into his ideas and into Zaun. She’d follow him into the dark, knowingly leaving the unsaught dawn behind her. 

She only bent because she knew the power between them was equal though. She was sure of exactly three things when it came to Silco. 

The first being that he was flippantly deep. That he thought not in breaths but in paragraphs. That he could not speak but write for hours on end, that he could comprehend and listen and swallow and accept, and that he did not react in haste. He was full of purpose and determination. It was more than endearing, almost blindingly inspiring that he wished for not better but only ever the best. 

The second being that he was a perfectionist. That his scripture was scrawling and hard to read, but comprehensive. That he enjoyed messes only because he enjoyed the meticulousness of planning and cleaning up. That he loved the structure of homes and corners of houses and the craft of cleaning something that was truly his. 

The third being that he loved of equal measure, that she was most sure of, could recognize in the dead of the night, in the depth of caves. That he was severely serious when it came to the strings strung between them, and not because of the disorder of them. He would have color-coded, would have untwisted knots, and lengthened rope if he wanted to. But that was the truth of it, that he was the farthest from a perfectionist when it came to love. That he didn’t measure distances and didn’t note words between them, because he threw away the scale of them long ago. Pulled her close, twisted words between them, and sang and hummed to her in crooks of her neck. That he wished for her continued safety above anything, and far above his own. She knew for a fact, was sure of it as she was of the red-pitched brick outside the bar. It was as cumbersome as the smoggy sky, but as easy to swallow as any dark liquor. That he loved her in dark corners that made him. 

But there were dark corners of her he did not know of yet. 

That the consuming grief of her long-time friend sent her into a rage, that the stabilization and measurements between them fell and broke when he was not there for her to confide in. She wished above all else that he had stayed, that he had faced Vander’s anger. She had stayed, breathed, and swam the storm of their mutual friends' grief. Stayed for the children and for their grief also. Did that make him a coward?

“For what.” She asks, the caverns of her lungs shaking now. Her hands weak, falling to her side. “Don’t say that, don’t say that if you don’t know what for.” It was senseless and miscalculated of him to say sorry. He is so purposeful, so full of preserverations. She just wished he did not feel he had to preserve himself in the face of her. 

The gun shakes now, dropping to his side, his finger poised along the trigger still. The depth of the scarcity of her image still shook him. It had been weeks, what felt like months since he’d seen her face. 

He had seen her in crowds, seen the children marking her frame and clutched in her arms. It shook him to not wake up to her face anymore, much less her smell or her frame or her voice. Her face though, the visage of tears and the weakness of her arms, awoke something in him. 

He had to remember himself, why he left. To build a nation, to structure a future for her. For the new shadows of Felicia that followed in her wake now. 

“Everything.” He meant. “For everything, my love.” 

She sighs deeply, tired. Her head tilting to the left on instinct. Powder made a home in the crook of her neck most nights now. 

It was striking to see him. She dreamed of him between nightmares and dreamless sleep. Dreamed of waking up to him, of the quirk of his lips and the crook of his nose. The smell of him and the warmth of his embrace. The fold of his jacket around her shoulders and the breath of a kiss along her brow. When she woke she could not decide the ups and downs of walls, couldn’t decide if it was a tortuous nightmare to be awake or to be asleep. 

It strikes her when he steps forward from the shadowed corner she had backed him into. His hair is longer, his eyes deeper and darker, his clothes caked with dirt. She thinks to be insistent again. Thinks of bringing him home despite Vanders’ anger, despite the grief they shared between them. But wasn’t Silco grieving also? 

He approaches with stuttering steps. Unsure of the length of strings between them, grasping her to tie her tight again to him, when he reaches for the curve of her cheek and jaw. 

“Don’t cry.” He commands for the third time in her life, sweeping his thumb and fingers along her wet cheeks. She shutters around it, breathing between the mess of string and space between them. 

“Good.” He hums, bringing his fingers to the nape of her neck, curving her neck up in revelation. He bends his own in subjugation to her, curving his shoulders and bowing to her visage to meet familiarly between them. Curving his slight frame and lips against her own warmth, the common parts of her beat faster at the affection. It burst between them, the movement of endearment and familiarity. She forgot about this above all, missing the plainer parts of life you don’t know to miss until they are gone. 

She’d miss him again and again, would string along strings and set fires in dark paths and along walls searching for him. They’d say goodbye now, and say goodbye again once she traced him back down to the cobblestone he had slid into and out of. She’d look for him in architecture and in the children of the Undercity, she’d swear and kiss away it all now, though. Anything to push off the knots between them, anything to stop a stuttering goodbye between them that was as inevitable as her own death. A thousand of them, these tiny goodbyes, she’d take though, if it meant he lived. 

Lived farther down below than she’s ever been. But then again, there were corners and foothills in her mind he did not know of, yet. 

[almondamaretto]

hii i loved ur crossfaded story, do u think u could do some stoner matt bf hcs? 🫶🫶

YESSSSS omg girl u have good taste

i was looking for an excuse to write ts. also not proofread!! and not good because i was high!!

stoner!matt x afab!reader

warnings: use of weed, smut

— ok lets get one thing straight, this man is one of those deep thought, random fact stoners that make you rethink everything about the world.

— "who decided that the alphabet was in alphabetical order? maybe we wanted e first, yknow?"

— always has at least one joint or the makings for one joint on him at all times. not as bad as chris who i would imagine carries around like 2-3 all the time.

— i would give anything to see this man rolling a fuckin joint.

— feels like an unpopular opinion i'm not sure, but he definitely thinks watching his girl roll one is hot. especially if you're not as experienced as him, yet still make an effort to try and impress him.

— if you're a stoner, he's buying you cute shit. cute papers, a cute grinder, lighters and stash boxes.

— is either non-verbal while high or actually yapping with no in between, but the simple truth his, he wants to be touching you at all times.

— imagine js sitting there, chatting his ear off, reflecting on your day n he's just staring, completely engrossed. meanwhile his fingers have been trailing up and down your thigh...

— or, he's running his mouth while taking a hold of your hand, leaving chaste kisses all over your hand, face, neck, and lips, only quiet whilst doing so.

— would def always be down to smoke w you, he could never say no to his sweet girl.

— loves to smoke in a group with his brothers, closest friends, and you cause he is a big quality time guy, but there is something so satisfying about being alone with you, watching the way you move through the haze filling the room.

— i think he would get more jealous while under the influence, you just look so good and he knows what every other guy is thinking.

— he is obviously very touchy and needy when he's high, but he also speaks in such an insatiable way, voicing all his dirty thoughts with no reserve.

— "and that's when- wow i can't shut up" "i could think of a few ways to shut you up."

— and you're gagged. figuratively and literally.

— one day, the friend group is at a party or some type of event. you and matt are nowhere to be found though, tucked away in some large room behind a locked door, the window cracked open.

— the roach of a used up joint was thrown onto the bedside table, hands now busy with pulling each other impossibly closer.

— he had pulled you up onto his lap, large hands gripping your ass as you pressed against his hard-on. your lips were quickly pressed together in sloppy kisses, your hands exploring his torso enthusiastically, his grazing up your sides and ass.

— "you were sittin' so pretty down there for me doll. did you really expect me to not pay attention?"

— he grumbles out while his lips ghost over your neck. you practically melt into his hands.

— chris came banging on the door, talking about something neither of you had interest in. matt never faltered in his movements, continue to squeeze your ass and nibble on your neck and chest.

— "matt!" "shh, stay quiet for me baby, he'll leave soon."

— when chris persists, he's groaning loudly and laying you gently on the bed, leaving a final kiss to your lips. he swings the door open to reveal only himself, blood-shot eyes and lip gloss smeared over his lips. his hair was jostled every which way, chest heaving slightly.

— chris just grins and shakes his head, mumbling something to matt that undoubtedly makes him roll his eyes.

— "nick and i wanna go to this other party madi's going to, you gotta drive us."

— he immediately refuses and goes to shut the door, but somehow chris convinces him with the reasoning of "less people means less chance someone tries to barge in."

— side note, you always get whichever seat you want and aux when matt's driving, it makes the other two go insane.

— mornings when you both don't have anything important to do or wake up a little earlier than usual, he wants to do two things.

— 1. wake and bake

— 2. morning sex.

— i mean seeing you first thing in the morning, getting high, and then fucking you dumb? thats his own personal heaven.

— it's doesn't take long for you to end up face down whimpering into a pillow while he drills into you from behind, senses heightened by the drug.

— he's struggling himself to keep quiet, opting to let out small grunts and whimpering into your ear, otherwise biting his lip to stay quiet.

— you fill all of his senses so well, your sounds sounding so heavenly to him, your walls squeezing him so well while he thrusts into your tight cunt.

— "doing so good for me mama, takin' me so well." he strains out as he gets close. you're both especially sensitive, highs coming all too soon.

so sorry if this is bad y'all 😭

[ghostmoon1]

Would you write for a reader w/ smthng like a skin picking disorder (dermatillomania),?

It's not in a s/h way- in my case it's not painful, I just do it because either my skin isn't smooth enough or I'm stressed or smthng,, there's no pain associated with it for me,

If you do,, may I req an x reader w/ Ghost and Roach,?

But please don't worry if you're uncomfortable with it !!!

-Spidey Anon

Hello my lovely Spidey Anon!

It took a while, but I suddenly had motivation to write tonight and just spent a hour on it. But I finished, finally lol-

And don't worry!! Stuff like this I'm perfectly okay with, as I'm open to writing most things. And I do the same thing, so I understand :3

But anyways, here you are!! Enjoy!!

Ghost and Roach x Skin Picker!Reader

Ghost

It was a quiet afternoon, everything in the house was done and you were sitting on the couch, your phone in one hand as you scrolled aimlessly while waiting for Simon to return home. He had ducked out to the shops to grab a few ingredients for dinner, you could tell he was planning something good from the way he had jumped around the kitchen the hour before he left, checking the cupboards and fridge to see what you had. His lips were slightly lifted, almost grinning as he planned the dinner for you both.

You could tell when he got back home, from both the sound of his car engine rumbling as he droves down the street and the heavy thuds of his boots as he made his way up the stairs to your home, the soft jingle of keys at the door and the way he dropped the groceries on the kitchen counter before making his way directly towards you. “M’home luv,” he mumbles, instantly flopping onto the couch next to you and wrapping his strong arms around your waist, adorning your neck with soft kisses. He was really just a big puppy, but just for you.

He cherishes the way you giggle and drop your phone onto the couch next to you, wrapping your arms around him as you both end up as a cuddle pile on the couch. He ends it with one last kiss, deep and loving to your lips before standing up and giving your ass a playful slap as he makes his way back to the kitchen to begin cooking for the both of you.

As the smell of the homecooked meal starts to waft through the house, you follow the smell to find him stirring a pot over the stove. He grins as he sees you enter, not saying anything as he takes a spoonful of what he is cooking, blowing on it before lifting it to your lips. He chuckles as you let out a moan of delight as the flavours hit your tongue. “Alright love, how was work today?” he asks, continuing to stir the food as he waits for your reply.

“Ah… it was okay, my boss cut the deadline again for my next report,” you reply softly, the stress seeping through your voice as you lean against the counter, your brow furrowed as you think of the recent conversation you had with your boss. His cold and stern look sent shivers down your spine, even as you just thought about it.

“Oh dear luv… how much did he cut it back by?”

“Another week. I have three days to complete it now,” you reply again, your hands finding each other as you speak, your body trying to deal with the nerves and stress.

Simon turns around with a slight frown, looking over you with concern. “He shouldn’t be allowed to do that… M’sorry luv,” he murmurs, crossing his arms over his chest until he notices your hands, picking at each other like you always did when you were stressed or nervous, even worse when you were both. His movements were quick, almost instant as he reached for your hands, pulling them up to study them with a pout. “Darl… no more of this. Look- it’s all red,” he mutters as his fingers softly touch the reddened skin.

“I didn’t mean to…” you murmur back, watching as he shakes his head with a small ‘tsk’. 

He shakes his head, patting your hand. “Let me go get the cream… can’t have it getting sore now can we?” 

You nod, and he makes his way out of the room, shortly after returning with a small tube of antiseptic cream. He guides you into one of the dining room chairs, sitting beside you and gently taking your hand in his, applying the cream with the other with the utmost care. “We gotta’ find something to help with this,” he mutters, still holding your hands in his and his thumb gently rubbing along your knuckles in a soothing manner. “Promise, yeah luv?”

“I’ll try.”

He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my girl/boy. Now, let's get ready for dinner, yeah?”

Roach

It was a nice afternoon on the couch, the plush yet worn-out fabric holding both you and Roach snug, winding down after a stressful week. He was snuggled up against you, head against your chest, listening to your heartbeat as his eyes remained trained on the television. His strong arms were wrapped snuggly around your waist, humming along with the music in the show as it came on. It was his heaven really, being with the one he loved most in such a simple situation. No guns, no violence.

It was just you.

The week had been stressful for both of you. It was a long wait until Roach had come back home from his mission, and people at your workplace were just never the best. Stack that up with a heavy work loud, and it made your whole week just endless hours of stressing and wanting to pull your hair out. 

You let out a long sigh, making Roach stir, hugging you a little closer as his eyes remain on the television, too engrossed in the show. Your arms find their way around his back, not even thinking as your fingers play with each other for a moment, before finding a bit of skin on your finger, using your nails to pick at it, not even thinking about it. Just your body trying to find its way to relieve all the pent-up stress. 

Roach mumbles something to himself, feeling your hands move against his back until he realises what you are doing. He was quick to act, playfully slapping your hands off his back, before grabbing both of them and putting them underneath him, pressed up against his chest. Laying on them so you couldn't move them.

You go to complain, your lips parting before he beats you to it, cutting you off with a small ‘nuh uh!’. “I know what you’re doing baby. No picking!” he scolds, booping your nose with a small grin.

“It doesn’t hurt-”

He cuts you off again, shaking his head and pressing his chest against your hands more, making sure they are secure. “Don’t matter. You’re not allowed to.”

You huff softly, laying back against the couch as you try to break free from the hold he has on your hands. “Gary- you can let go now.”

He shakes his head, looking up at you with adoring eyes. “Not unless you promise you won’t do it again. I will lay here all night like this to make sure you don’t.”

You let out a soft groan, but couldn’t help the smile that sneaks itself onto your lips. His loving and protective nature was something you just couldn’t fight against. You try once more to pull your hands back from his prison, but it quickly ends with you giving up once more. “Fine, I won’t,” He raises a brow at you, tilting his head as he waits for you to continue.

“I promise.”

He nods, letting your hands slip free from the grasp he had on them. Now, instead if being imprisoned under his chest, he held them firmly in his hands, calloused thumb gently rubbing against your knuckles. “Good, no more of that. We gotta’ find other ways to help you with your stress, huh?” 

At your nod he grins, letting out a content sigh before lifting your hand to his lips, softly pressing kisses along your knuckles.

[anonmousegosqueak]

Mooooooooouuse!

The 141 at the beach! Sometimes I see fanatico where Ghost is still completly covered, but I think that he is conformable enough with his team to remove the mask and wear tshirt and shorts rather than dying of a heat...

Roach is splashing anyone that enters in the water, Sarah and laswell are having a looooong romantic walk, Gaz is either trying to drown Roach or being drowned, Price is doing old men shit (sun bathing) Soap is trying to convince Ghost to change clothes to throw him in the water, Ghost is wrestling Soap to NOT get in the water:)

Aww! It's the beach episode!

Price is definitely pulling an old man. That guy sits down in a beach chair, pulls his hat down over his eyes, and is snoring in a second. He's got the arm cross as well! Also yes, Soap does sneak one of those tanning stickers on him. Gets the playboy bunny or smth, Price is pissed but Nikolai can't stop laughing.

Speaking of Nik! He's the dad™ yeah so is Price, but he's the one yelling at them to dust off before they get in his van. He doesn't want sand on his seat! No Soap, you *cannot* bring the crab home. Roach? Put the bug down and for the love of God- stop chasing Gaz around with seaweed. Ghost, sunscreen. Soap-! (He does find some time to cuddle with Price, don't worry~)

Ghost. I don't care what he says, that man *burns*. He's a pale British white man, what do you want from him? By the end he's a lobster, a happy lobster! But a lobster none the less. It's probably good he feels comfortable around his team, otherwise he'd have goofy tanlines around his eyes. I think eventually he gives into Soap as well, only after being literally stripped and hauled into the ocean. Roach helped <3

Soap is a silly billy! Again, he pranks Price, starts a crab army (with a crab sandcastle for them to reside in), and tries to drown Ghost with how he's shoving the man into the water. He's having a real good time though, him and Roach definitely pair up a few times for evil...

Gaz... Poor Gaz... He's being bullied :( Roach definitely hops on his back more than once (leading to him getting a mouthful of sea water). He later tries to take a nap in the sun, looking pretty while doing it, but Soap gets thrown at him and breaks the chair. Why was Soap thrown? He wouldn't keep his hands off the L.t., kept commenting on his shorts as well. Then Roach is chasing him with seaweed... He ends up going out pretty deep, being able to swim better than MacTavish and Roach, and finally having a moment of rest. Oh but he's totally getting back at them, don't worry >:)

Roach. Fear. These go hand in hand. Clingy meeter gets turned up to 100000 despite the weather. He also keeps on picking up sea creatures like it's nothing. Not to hurt them! He would never! He just likes to hold 'em gently~ (and to scare Gaz). He's in the water most of the time, absolutely plays mermaids with Soap. Also- his antennae get droopy :( it's adorable but still...

And the Laswell's? They left hours ago for a nice romantic picnic and a long walk. Also, they didn't want to deal with the chaos children™. Kate was the one to set it up, they boys deserve a break after all~

[resident-idiot-simp]

Ok interactions between the 09 and 22 characters would be INSANE

I say MacTavish HATES Soap for being so very like him but not quite. He can only see the flaws and how it's going to get everyone killed.

Riley and Ghost have three options:

1) they become besties and make jokes about trauma and it terrifies everyone

2) they mutually agree without staying a word to stay away from each other

3) they absolutely hate each other because they know each other's weaknesses

Reboot Price jumps other Price on sight

I feel like both Gaz's would get along great.

However Ghost would like MacTavish until he realized he didn't like Soap and then he wouldn't be so chill anymore.

Reboot Price... I'm actually not sure

Reboot Gaz would think he's a snob and just dislike him on principle for how he treats Soap which...valid

Everyone loves Riley he is just peak (except for maybe Ghost as stated above). Riley is the favorite he gets along with Gaz with the sarcasm and Soap just because...well It's a version of MacTavish.

Riley is unsure of reboot Price at first but quickly becomes attached.

09 Gaz I can't see him as anything other than neutral just everyone likes the guy. He's funny, he's good, he's great.

The reboot 141 take one ONE look at 09 Price and DESPISE him. BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT IS NOT PRICE. (Even 09 Gaz won't give him the time of day)

The thing is MacTavish thinks Soap is a fool. And Soap KNOWS that actually the issue is MacTavish

Soap is smart any version of them are incredibly intelligent but MacTavish has lost the plot. You have Soap over here pointing out the inconsistencies and flaws with his logic and hero worship. But MacTavish will NOT hear it because what does this Sergeant know?!

He also gets super jealous that Riley likes him It's just insult injury

And the thing is Riley's just probably tired of having to deal with my MacTavish's BS. Riley loves him no doubt but it's just refreshing to have another version of the man he loved before he kind of lost himself

Soap can't help but pity the man. He understands why he acts like he does he just wishes it didn't end up like that. He can't even help him MacTavish won't listen. I mean why would a man want to admit he's wrong and rearrange his whole worldview that he's had set for so many years. Death truly is an easier choice.

And Soap knows that's what's going to happen he just wishes that with the trajectory he's headed it won't take out his whole team but he doesn't think either of them are that lucky.

(Roach is just watching from the rafters)

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Hihi!!

I absolutely adore your writing!! I hope you’re having an amazing day/night!

If you don’t mind, could you please write ghost/Keegan/roach/Gaz/soap finding out gn!reader was falsely accused of being a traitor and tortured for information while they were away on a mission? Like they come back in the aftermath after the accusations were debunked and reader was proven to be innocent and tortured for apparently nothing

Please don’t feel pressured to write this!! I wish you the best <3

a/n: hi!!! I don’t know if you’re the same anon that requested and I answered but this ask is from forever ago- anyhow! Since I already did all these characters for this idea I’ll be doing some other ones :)

Price:

-felt more guilty then anyone on 141. He was your captain. And your lover… and he managed to fail to protect you in both fronts over some silly reports and a few lacking papers and a mission he got stuck on

-couldn’t stand to even touch you. It felt like hurting you even further, or hurting your soul whenever he tried

-he knew you said you forgave him.. but how could anyone truly apologize nor forgive something like that??

-truly felt like a failure. He failed to protect you as a lover. He failed to protect you as a captain.. what if he failed again? To blinded with work like he was last time?

alejandro:

-about to find and KILL whoever reported you without him knowing. He was the colonel. He should have been TOLD.

-to see your wounds littering your body while laying next to you.. shattered his trust in Los vaqueros ever so slightly, and shattered his soul ten-fold

-found who reported you and almost killed them if Rudy hadn’t held him back and calmed him down

graves:

-held. Held it all in. All of his feeling and anger and the guilt whispering into his soul ‘if you had gotten back earlier they would have been okay’ or ‘how could you let your partner get hurt like that? Failure of a man.’ Haunting his very being

-tried to avoid it all, tried to hide like a coward, tried to ignore it and throw himself into mission after mission

-but he couldn’t ignore you.. and couldn’t face you either.. the only time you truly saw him was when you slid into his barrack to sleep next to him and even then he looked haunted

-eventually got the courage to apologize on his hands and knees. Breaking down and holding you tight in his arms

konig:

-the second he came back from mission he looked for you, only to be told you were a traitor. A scum. A sell out.

-he tried to not listen. He KNEW you, he knew how much you loved kortac, but the ideas slipped into his mind none the less

-the second he heard he was right? He was torn between beating up anyone he heard call you a traitor, or beating himself up for thinking the same

-when you were finally back on base, he picked you up and held you tight, tears sliding down and staining both his mask and your shoulder, apologies and ‘I love you’ falling from his mouth in shaky tones

-his strong hands were always on you from that moment on, his calloused hands running softly along your new scars or holding your hand in meetings

-he never went on mission without you again. He’d rather die in your arms then have you be tossed away and hurt where he can’t save you ever again.

rudy:

-seriously watched his heart fall apart to see your wounds after the fact, the feeling of helplessness looming over him like a shadow

-hated that anyone could have ever even thought someone as stunning as you would work for the cartel

-hovered over you and helped you with EVERYTHING. He couldn’t stand to apologize without crying, so he did so by acts of service as a apology

-he couldn’t tell if he was helping you simply to help you, or to calm the guilt raging in his heart like a burning fire he was stuck in the center of

[cherie-doll]

Could you do like a scenecore reader that also dyes their hair? and cod men? Like dunno giving them a handmade bracelet I dunno? *pokes my fingers together*

-🪒(Reserving a Anon cause i'll be back!)

hii 🪒 anon!! glad you're reserving! and if anyone else wants to do the same then feel free to do so :D

ミ☆ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Scenecore!Reader x COD Men

★ Price...

sometimes when he comes home he'll find you in the bathroom dying your hair, he loves seeing you do fun stuff with your hair and will even run to buy more box dye incase you run out or you got the wrong color (which happens often)

there's a hc that he was prob a punk or some sort of alternative when he was a teen so he's familiar with you customizing and diying your stuff

he also never thought to be into the scene subculture but he can't help but smile when you leave a handmade kandi bracelet for him, even if it looks a little out of place for him to wear, he doesn't care

he will put that on his wrist and wear it around like he wears his ring

★ Ghost...

it's funny when walking around together in public with the tall intimidating guy who's always wearing a face covering and dark clothing and then there's you, the bright clothes, the dyed and teased hair, arms covered in kandi bracelets looking like a rainbow vomited on you

they should really see your house... his side of the closet is almost the same outfits just different shades of dark colors and your side has possibly every color ever made

still, if people looked close enough they would be able to see the bracelet you made for him that just barely peeks out from underneath the sleeve of his jacket along with some jelly bracelets

people often assume Simon is some former goth dating the scene/scenecore

★ Soap...

you wonder why you ran out of dye so quickly when you need it, you had bought a couple new boxes of hair dye only to find them gone when you needed them, when you see Johnny it all makes sense; he had attempted dying his own hair

according to him he wanted to try wearing your hair extensions first but quickly realized they wouldn't stay in, you can't help but laugh at how his hair turned out, the front looks kinda good it actually surprises you, the back however...

when at a store he's actually the one hyping you up when you find something you could use to incorporate it into your look, he buys whatever for you and loves wearing matching kandi bracelets with you

his whole forearm will be covered in kandi and jelly bracelets he doesn't care he loves it!

★ Gaz...

he knows where you are in a store by the ton of jewelry you wear with charms and beads, or you might accidentally drop a bracelet or lose an earring leaving a trail he can follow to find you

ofc he knows to find you either in a thrift shop, in the jewelry section or where the box dye is at, he's quick to offer to buy anything you might want

he knows how much you love experimenting with your hair, maybe you like adding animal prints in your hair :D

in the car he likes to put your playlist on that will have you both vibing together throughout the entire car trip, poor soul to whoever is travelling with you tho

★ Roach...

loves wearing anything you gift him, especially if you customized it or made it yourself, he wants to feel included, often times when you're touching up on your hair or dying it again he'll sit in the bathroom with you

sometimes it takes a long time dying your hair, especially if you like to do prints on your hair because you're tired of your extensions falling out all the time :(

and the entire time he's sitting there keeping you company looking at you like this :D

he even helps you pick out which color you should do next when you can't decide!

he gets all giddy when you sit down and make kandi bracelets together <3 and then gift him the one you made and he gives you the one he made, so now you're wearing bracelets the other made!

★ Alejandro...

your style was definitely something new to him, due to the great war of emos vs punks in '08 in Mexico he assumed you were what he described a 'colorful emo', until you corrected him

he really likes it actually, he's seen how you manage to coordinate your outfits and even cut, dye and style your own hair, talk about being resourceful!

when your hair is freshly dyed, you'll wash it and go to sleep with it slightly damp, the next morning you wake up to find your pillow stained, it used to scare him real bad when you had it dyed red and he assumed the stain on the pillow was blood

★ Rudy...

he loves learning about what you're into, your interests are now his!!

he's also tried styling you before and he actually managed to do a pretty good job! you asked him how he did it and he mentioned he's seen you coordinate your outfits and so he was able to pick up off that

on his days off, he loves spending them with you and taking you to all the stores that have deals on their bundles so you can get a ton or new hair clips and silly accessories you end up trying on Rudy only to take a 0.5 pic of

and vice versa ^^ he loves taking pics of you in your outfits, in fact, on his phone lock screen he has you with your best outfit yet posing as his wallpaper, just to be smug he likes leaving his phone face up on the table just so that he can see that picture of you when a message lights up his screen

★ Phillip Graves...

won't ever ask you to "tone it down", it's your style and he thinks you should proudly wear it, you look unique and he personally loves it

he will definitely glare at anyone who scoffs or says a rude remark about you, especially if the area you live in is known to be more conservative, he loves seeing the look on people's faces when they see you walk past

sometimes his shadows like to tease him when they notice him wearing the bracelet you made for him, they keep saying it looks like some little kid made it but he quickly states that you made it for him

i can just imagine the whiplash when his playlist goes from his average dad rock/country music to your liked songs invading his phone when on shuffle, he might bop to it tho but won't ever admit it

★ Makarov...

he's told you multiple times he can just take you to get your hair professionally done, there is no need for you to buy cheap box dye for your hair but you like it better this way

this way you can add your own unique and personal touch to it that you love, and no professional hairstylist will be able to do it how you like it, he gives in and stops insisting after you remind him that every time

but he definitely loves your creative diy and style, he just wanted to make sure you weren't staining the bathroom towels with your box dye because you were too shy to ask him to take you to the hair salon but that's not the case :)

and he treasures the bracelets you gift him more than he does the expensive watches and jewelry he buys for himself

★ Keegan...

yk how kandi bracelets can say crazy stuff on them sometimes?

yeah so, the first time he noticed your bracelets and read some of the words you've arranged on there he was flabbergasted to say the least

you put diabolical phrases on his kandi bracelets when you make some for him, and when you put them on for him you make sure the words are upside down so HE doesn't notice it but the person who's in front of him will if they glance at it

it isn't until later when he takes them off that he notices they have sexual phrases, your favorite one for him to wear is one that says "suck me off"

★ König...

it took him a while to understand your texting whenever he peeked at your laptop when you left it open, he didn't really consider himself to be behind on trends until now even if it wasn't anything new but it was to him

he also doesn't know what half the references the words on your kandi bracelets mean either but he rolls with it anyways, you've probably told him before but you ramble on so much that he can only remember a handful of stuff you say

one of his favorite moments of the day are when he arrives home and you're just on your laptop scrolling and vibing to music, you even get up and dance to it inviting him to join you even if he's terrible at it but hey, at least you're having fun together :)

★ Horangi...

he knows how much you love thrifting for new clothes so he likes finding good thrift shops you can go crazy in and then show him the new outfits you put together with them, he also likes surprising you with brand/label clothes and items

you often feel guilty bc you know how expensive those brands can get but he insists on it, he loves you showing your colors and taking you out

he's even dyed his hair colors to match with you! you can't tell me he isn't a little into the alternative side as well, he's definitely expanded his style since he met you

you two even have your matching jewelry for almost every occasion that you've handmade when out on dates, like those places that are for couples to book so they can diy stuff together (if ykyk bc i forgot what they're called)

★ Nikto...

i can just imagine the first time you shuffled up to him and extended your hand to open it and he sees a colorful little bracelet there

he tilted his head, confused what you were offering to him, oh a bracelet? that little thing? it doesn't look like something he'd wear himself but... since you made it he slips it on, good thing the cord is elastic and stretchy therefore he can pull it through his burly, big hand

he shrugs but on the inside he feels his heart beat a little faster, later he forgets to take it off or you slip a bracelet in his duffel bag when he leaves another member will notice the colored kandi bracelet and ask about it

he's not in the slightest bit embarrassed to say it was you, no amount of teasing will make him take it off