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octopiys · 10 months ago

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Lost and Found

I. roll call and rainy nights

Maybe Simon doesn't have any kids. Not yet at least. Maybe he doesn't know anyone we'll enough, or maybe he's not sure if he wants them in the first place.

But I'll tell you what.

Every time he goes on leave, without fail, he has an army of critters showing up to his house in the country. He never turns anything out to the streets, or to the cold night. The bottom of his pantry is stock full of dog and cat food. He's got three bird feeders in his back yard. There's four refillable water bowls by his garage.

The raccoons show up first without fail. They're named One and Deux, and they just recently had a baby named Tres. Hes pretty sure they live on his roof. He checked his cameras one night, after a long mission, and found them holding up Tres to the camera.

He didn't cry about that, what are you talking about?

Then the dogs show up. They're all mutts of varying sizes. One looks like some sort of lab, named Dog. Another is about the size of a pomeranian, but looks like a shaggy chihuahua. That's Barrow. He found her in his garden shed. She's got a mean bite, but a sweet face. The third is a big dog, almost the size of a Dane, but... not. He's not very smart. He's named barkmulch. Get it, cus- cus he barks- the fourth has gone unnamed. It's a furry little white thing, and it yaps at him a lot, nipping at his ankles anytime he enters the room. Behave, and it'll get a name.

There are a few cats that show up too. None of them have names except for one: Scraggle.

Scraggle is the ugliest fucking thing you can imagine. Scraggle is that shade of grey that white cats get when they're dirty, except you can't wash it off. The poor cat is missing patches of fur, and it seems permanent. It only has one eye. It's nose is flat, and gives it's face the illusion of a squished tomato. There's a scar going from it's whiskers, across it's nose and up to it's missing eye. Simon doesn't actually know what gender this cat is. It is only Scraggle.

Scraggle is also... very stupid, as far as cats go. It gets squished between the couch cushions, and yowls when Simon accidentally sits on him. How could he have seen him anyways? Scraggle screams when his food bowl is empty. Scraggle screams when everyone else's food bowls are empty. Scraggle screams when it manages to find it's way on top of the kitchen cabinets, and needs Simon's help to get down. Scraggle is a full time job when he's off duty.

Scraggle is his favorite.

He finds you in the rain.

Not nearly as run down as the rest of his animals, but just as lost.

Covered in scratches, blood, and muck, he finds you on the edge of his property, being screamed at by Scraggle, because it doesn't do much else.

Your clothes are torn, and you look a bit more haggard than you should. Wet, and cold, and hungry. Like you had missed a turn off the trails, or you were running away from them. From something.

You look up at him with wide eyes, but decide to trust him, to follow him like a lost creature, because he could not be worse than what you escaped from.

He makes soup. He gives you soup.

He's not the best conversationalist. He's not used to things he finds actually talking back to him in a language he can understand.

You tell him your name. He calls you Honey. You'll earn your name. Behave, you'll get it.

Scraggle is on thin ice with you. Attention stealer. Food giver. You get the cat down from places it shouldn't be. But Simon pays more attention to you than he does Scraggle. You fool. Scraggle is all. Scraggle is life.

You don't leave, much like the other things he feeds. You make yourself useful, because you're afraid of being turned out. If you're useful, then nothing will happen. And you go to bed every night warm with a full belly.

You're just another lost thing he's taken in. You don't leave when he disappears. You know he'll come back. He always does.

And he watches the cameras, while he's on a mission. He watches you diligently fill the bowls, the bird feeders, the waters, the bath. You trot out to the fish pond, and throw handfuls of feed out in the early hours of the night. Then you make your way back through the tall grass, and into the house.

Scraggle screams. You feed it too, and then pick it up. And carry it around like it's a little baby.

Hm. Maybe....

You were a sweet like honey, a pretty little thing. You weren't lost anymore. He'd found you, you're his now.

He'll take care of you.

Scraggle agrees. Scraggle likes you too.

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cherie-doll · 3 months ago

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COD men with a witchy girlfriend that also dresses like Stevie Nicks? Like I have random tarot decks or crystals that appear. I tend to attract crows, cats, and snakes mostly. Herbs, jars, bones, etc all around the house.

i love her style sm <3

𓆩♡𓆪 Headcanon: You're Their Witchy Girlfriend

☽〇☾ Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Phillip Graves, Makarov, Keegan, König, Horangi, Nikto

Price

He knew how much you loved wearing flowy, comfortable clothes, it was just so convenient and nice to wear in any weather! You couldn't go out without your shawl, in cool weather it was useful to cover yourself with, and it was useful when the glaring sun was out in summer to provide some shade

When interacting with an animal, he found it endearing when you would greet it as if it were another person, many times they followed you too, and he would sigh when he'd find a new animal sitting on the window sill watching him

For some reason, he thought you were trying not to be a burden to him when you only went to thrift stores to buy your clothes, until you explained to him it was easier to find vintage stuff there, not only for your clothes but also for decorating your home

Picking out gifts for you is easy, you love anything given with love because you care more about the intentions/symbolism rather than the price of the item, but he also takes his time in choosing what to give you

Ghost

You like making some of your own clothing, simple stuff like adding some extra flair to your blouses or skirts, you even repair them too, and you've taught Simon to sew as well, it's comical to see a large man like him sitting down on a nice, sunny afternoon in the living room with the window open letting the breeze in and holding a needle so small between his big fingers

And you fondly gaze at him as you watch him sew, turns out he can patch up your clothes better than you do!

You couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend, so you always ask for his protection every day he goes out, or every time he has to go on a mission because he's the best thing that's happened to you and you can't imagine losing the one person who understands you best

You're sort of into amulets and other things that can grant protection to a person, Simon used to not believe in them but after seeing how good life can feel when you're with a person who shows you the beauty in life, he doesn't mind standing still as you stitch a protection sigil into his jacket

Soap

He thought he was hitting on a whimsigoth chick when he saw you out in the street walking with your bell sleeved top and patterned maxi skirt, he asked for your number and you surprisingly gave him yours, soon he found himself sitting next to you at a park on a date

You always carried a tote bag where ever you went, it always made a lot of noise when you walked, sounded like rocks in there or something, and when you would in reach into your bag when he was trying to pay for something he'd stop you and assure you he'd never let you pay, except you weren't planning on paying

You just have a bag of crystals in there and your tarot cards you like bringing along, never know when someone is going to need a reading, right?

He remembers the first time he came over to your place and it matched with your vibe, dried flowers/plants tied and hanging to the wall, leather-bound books on wooden bookshelves with glass bottles and even more, larger crystals

He noticed you took a liking to anything relating to the moon or sun, so he actually bought you a matching couples moon and sun bracelet, he let you pick which one you wanted

Gaz

He's always interested in what you're into, asks questions and isn't afraid in partaking in any small "rituals" you do, mostly habits really that you have, like petting every black cat you see or leaving something shiny for crows to take

There was a time crows started following him because of the things he'd leave out for them that he got scared and ran all the way home and hid until you came back, you explained that they likely just recognized him as the person who gave them food and other things

One of your favorite things to do is trying to foretell the future, you look for signs in every day life, or even just trusting your intuition when you get a certain feeling, you and Kyle will sit on the steps of your porch and observe the sky, there's a murder of crows that like to perch on a tree in the backyard

There's always a different number of them, not always the same amount, but you've heard that counting crows is a way of foretelling the future, today you counted three just as Kyle was feeling for that small box containing a ring in his pocket :)

Roach

I like to think he also loves to collect animals :), he enjoys coming along with you and foraging deep into the woods near riverbanks helping you look for skeletons and any other bones, secretly it's because he likes finding small animals like lizards or cicadas

He loves the idea that when you place an animal skull on a pile of items their spirit will protect that specific stack, he imagines that each animal bone/skull around the house has their items that they like to protect and hang near

You two love visiting the local park on weekends and taking romantic walks together, during these talks some animals might follow you

He remembers when he took you on a date out and every cat you passed would meow and come up to you, he just assumed you were really good with cats, until it started happening with crows and even snakes

Now your little companions make you both smile fondly seeing them come to greet you, you even let a cat follow you back home and couldn't bear to leave the poor thing outside in the cold :(, of course you'd bring it in! They now have their own little cushion to sleep on and get spoiled <3

Alejandro

It's literally in his blood to be into the macabre, most of his traditions revolve around that anyways, so it was no surprise that he gets along with you perfectly

He loves the herbs you have around the house because it reminds him of the elderly ladies that he used to see when he was a kid, he remembered most people avoided them, but others frequently visited them, he always viewed them as powerful and full of wisdom and knowledge

He'll listen to whatever subject interests you the most, you often talk to yourself and if he so happens to walk into a room while you're dusting the shelves or placing a new crystal and you're having a conversation with yourself, he'll just walk by like it's nothing, he knows you tend to do that

You like to grown your own herbs and plants so you won't always have to go out and buy more because now you'll never run out, it used to be Alejandro who was sent on these errands lol

Some people still talk bad about you sometimes, saying you make them feel uncomfortable, but little do they know, you leave a lemon out whenever they come by to "absorb their negative energy" and when they leave.. the lemon is brown.. how strange, something about them must be off

Alejandro was never afraid nor put off by you, you're the most alluring person he's ever seen and from the very moment he met you he had been attracted

Rudy

You've always had an air of elegance and mystery around you, people were afraid to wrong you but couldn't figure out what was so unsettling about you, contrary to that you were quite friendly to those who built up the confidence to get to know you

Rodolfo was the one to discover this and he's the one who frequently experiences your sweet side since he's your boyfriend, you'd actually be pretty lost without him! You tend to misplace your cards, crystals and other things and he's the one who patiently reminds you where to look

He helps you especially when you're in the kitchen, you like to make your kitchen space a nice and cozy area where you can be yourself, mostly focusing on herbs, you love tea and can't go a day without it! Rodolfo even learned how to make your favorite and every morning he gets up before you do to prepare it, so by the time you wake up there's a warm cup of tea by your bedside <3

You and him love cooking together, but you often misplace the notebook with all your recipes and other thoughts you write in them, sometimes he'll find the notebook but if he doesn't you have to turn to the recipes you've written in your notes app on your phone

Not all witchy people can afford or manage to keep glass bottles in their homes if they're clumsy, so you've turned to recycling plastic bottles and buying durable tupperware to store dried herbs or potions, Rodolfo helps you write what they're for in sharpie and organize them on shelves

Phillip Graves

The first time he noticed you, you were doing a tarot reading for another Shadow, he himself got curious and asked for one, you looked him straight in the eye and said "these cards mean we should go out on a date" (they did not mean that at all)

He was eager to learn more about you, he regarded your behavior not as strange but as... whimsical and it was honestly refreshing for him, you smiled at children and pets/animals, you believed those little pure souls needed all the positivity they could get before the negativity of this world got to them

You couldn't have asked for a more supportive boyfriend than Phillip, he remembers all your little quirks and habits and tries to imitate him best he can, heck he even incorporates some of them into his daily life!

Whenever he takes you on vacation he KNOWS he must stop at a shop that sells crystals or incense knowing how much you love that, you go insane in there and he has no limits knowing how happy it makes you, just stands, waiting next to the cashier smiling fondly as he sighs, ready to pull out his card whenever you're done picking out what you want

Makarov

You'd think he couldn't care less but you're WRONG, he loves bothering you all the time knowing you've got good intuition and thinks you know what everything means, assumes you can interpret his dreams, "I had a dream what does it mean?" "I'm not Joseph the fu-"

As time has gone by, he's gotten to know you better, instead of bouquets of fresh flowers, he started gifting you dried flowers which you love a lot more because you can keep them for wayyy longer, you keep it on display around your home and it brings you lots of happiness when you look at them

He also buys you a vase for every time he gifts you a bouquet, preferably ones that match your aesthetic, even though you're thankful for anything that he gets you, it's even sweeter when he pays attention to these things because it shows he truly cares

When building your new house, he came to you asking how you wanted the interior to look like, told you not to hold back and you did not hold back at all, he fully trusted the decisions you were making and the final product had a dark cottagecore vibe to it during the night but spring-like fairy vibe during the day

You can fully incorporate your desired vibes and express yourself as you wish because he's there to make it possible <3

Keegan

He used to always be the kind of guy to never really bother or pay much attention to certain things, but you were all about the small details, not obsessing but noticing, he wanted to be like that, he saw how much joy it brought you in your interactions with nature and small, inanimate things

You would talk to anything, not just yourself because it were as if you were conversing with someone, he asked you once why you did it and you replied that it's a habit that you developed as a child, which is common, but never "grew" out of it, you were sure someone listened even if you thought you were alone

He walks into your room to stare at the stacks of cards, crystals, potion bottles, an alarming amount of bones you found when foraging in the woods, etc..

Speaking of bones, you always take a bag when going on hikes, you'll be walking with Keegan hand in hand and suddenly he doesn't feel you beside him anymore, you've veered off the path to dig up a bone you saw sticking out of the dirt, and if you're lucky to find a whole deer decomposing you get overexcited and take the big container you made Keegan load up in his truck

Of course, you ask the deer or animal for permission to harvest their bones before taking them, Keegan can only stand there and watch, slightly concerned for you, but you'll make him help you clean the bones when you get home

König

He's never delved much into the same things you have but he tries his best to comply and make you happy, you love crafting, almost everything in your home is handmade by you, you believe the effort you put into those things benefit you and your home, providing positive energy

There's certain herbs you can never run out of: rosemary, sage, lavender, etc.. you try to grow your own but let's say you don't have much luck with plants, you've tried everything and you can't figure out what you're doing wrong, you decide to tell König and to your surprise he says to let him handle it

Those herbs are growing nicely and quite healthy when you decide to test him, who knew he could be so good with them, you let him take care of the rest of your plants while you focus on the more "dirty" work which is the process of cleaning your bones, you have to bury them to let the bugs eat the flesh and then dig the bones back up later to check up on them until you can clean them yourself

You also love buying and hanging tapestries up, preferably those with mushrooms on them, but you have a hard time because unlike someone you aren't super tall and pulling up a chair with a wobbly leg isn't the safest option... König rushes over just in time to help you down and instead you sit back and tell him where to put the tapestry up

And when he's done? You got four more you want to hang up in other rooms, but he's willing to do anything for you

Horangi

God, he just loves loves LOVES your style, on some days it can range from long and flowy maxi dresses that are comfortable and perfect for simple chores around the house or it can be bell bottoms with a shirt tied in the front

Despite how often he scolds you for this but you like walking barefoot around the house, in your backyard too when the weather is warm and you want some sun or even if it's raining and you want to enjoy the rain, he's afraid you'll catch a cold or step on something that'll cut your skin

When on bookstore dates, you're always drawn to the book section that features books about spells, or related to witchcraft, anything that can be useful information for your home

Often, when a tough decision comes your way you like playing with a pendulum, you often stay up late at night, letting your thoughts just run rampant within your mind as that pendulum swings and you sit in a pensive state, sometimes it can even help you if you're feeling anxious because just watching it swing back and forth helps to get your mind away from negative thoughts

Nikto

He never outright asked nor assumed if you were a witch, I mean, you resembled one.. but if asked he could never place a finger on it, he didn't care either

Never really paid much mind to what you were up to most of the time, barely even questioned you when you'd stay up late at night or get overly excited when it was the full moon, he noticed you always marked the lunar cycle on your calendar, you kept up with it regularly, also didn't say much about that either

You love burning candles and other herbs to keep your home clean, he likes coming home to the smell as he's grown accustomed to it, feels it as welcoming even and always thinks of you if he detects it elsewhere

You love being out in nature like him, you two love veering off into the woods and making your own paths to explore, you do it to connect with nature as you deeply resonate with it, he observes you and it's almost like seeing you be in your true element, always brings a flashlight or a lantern knowing that not even the sun going down will keep you from playing in the woods at night

You say that as long as you're respecting the wildlife, you have nothing to fear

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ilium-ilia · 4 months ago

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In Limbo

simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader | mafia!au | masterlist

Chapter Eleven: red ink

tw: animal cruelty/death

“But I don’t wanna go to bed.”

Joseph stands at the center of the living room in plaid pajamas, an airplane themed blanket tossed over his shoulders, and a pout on his face. A bright red dusts the waterline of his eyes as he rubs at them like he can will his prostration away and hide it beneath the blanket he pulls tighter around him. He wants to smother it until it vanishes, or is small enough to at least hide from his mother.

“I know you’re excited, big guy, but you gotta. Stanta’s coming tonight, remember?” Beth coos. She’s kneeling in front of him, hands on his shoulders as if afraid he’ll lose balance and fall asleep at any moment. The poor thing is dead on his feet, swaying as the silent lullaby of slumber beckons him to give in. “He can’t do his job if you’re awake, now can he? Besides, the sooner you fall asleep, the sooner tomorrow will come.”

Just as Joseph begins to yawn, Tommy swoops in behind him, arms wrapping around his small frame in a bear hug. He’s instantly swaddled, blanket pulled tight around him as if he were a mummy, leaving him no room to fight or struggle. Soporific giggles escape the boy’s chest as his father lifts him into the air, limp legs dangling and swaying as they begin to march off towards the back of the house.

“C’mon,” he urges, playfully grunting as if the child’s weight is too heavy for him. “I’ll tuck ya in nice and tight. Gotta build up your energy for tomorrow, yeah?”

“Okay,” Joseph yawns back just as his mother joins in behind them.

Everything is warm. Viridity shrouds your eyes with rose tinted glasses and the glow of the Christmas tree diffuses like little halos. You are elated—happily content being shoved against Simon’s side, legs curled underneath yourself on the couch, head resting against his shoulder. Something sordid still lurks there between the fibers of your muscles; the sinews that hold you together. A pestilential rot that refuses to wash clean, but for the moment—at least—it’s nothing but a gentle vibration. A meaningless hum in your bones that doesn’t quite reach your brain.

Mindless fingers trace Simon’s forearm as you study the ink that bleeds into his skin. It’s dark—sharp shapes and deep shadowing gives each piece depth, and still they blend together seamlessly. Many of the pieces blur in your vision—skulls and smoke—but there’s one that pops. One that steals the focus of your fingers as you circle it over and over again.

It’s a fox. A simple, small fox. Every other piece on his arm is in black and white except for this one, which sports the same crimson fur you’re used to seeing. She’s a beautiful creature sitting proud and tall on the inside of Simon’s forearm with shining eyes and a curious, fluffy tail. Your index finger presses into her nose—his skin is so warm you swear you feel her exhale.

“Havin’ fun?” Simon humors after a moment of letting you wander.

“I like your fox,” you smile, head still pressed against his shoulder.

“I like her, too,” he concurs with a hum.

You trace the side of her chest before following the curve of her tail with your fingers. “Why is she the only color tattoo you have?”

“Cause she’s special.”

“Special how?”

Simon sucks in a deep breath. His ribcage expands, widening his shoulders and moving your body with his, and when he lets go, you sink back into him all over again. His fingers twitch, and you watch his tattoos dance with the movement of his muscles.

“She was the first tattoo I ever got,” he admits.

“Yeah? I like foxes. I think they’re neat. They’re very… cute.” You hum, fingers still dancing on his skin. “Why a fox?”

Pausing, he tilts his head to the side as if it’s suddenly too heavy for him to hold up. He cautiously rests it on top of yours. “When Tommy ‘n I were kids, mum took us to see our grandparents. They lived in some old cottage in a rural town further north. Had a lot of land with it that we used to muck around in. We were always told not to cross the stream in the pasture because we’d be getting into the neighbors property, but we were kids so we did it anyway.

“We found a trap in this small patch of trees. You know, one of those cages that shuts behind an animal to keep them there until someone comes along to let ‘em out? There was a fox in there. Scared out of her mind, too. Poor thing was spitting and crying at us when we got close, just thrashing around in the cage. I wanted to let her out, but Tommy said that someone else would come by to take care of her, so we didn’t bother.”

As you listen to his story, you find your fingers slowly dwindling in their movements. Everything suddenly feels colder as you stare at this artwork. You wet your lips with your tongue. “And?”

“And we left,” Simon continues. “Came back to Manchester. We didn’t visit our grandparents again for another year or two, but when we did, I crossed that pasture again. She was still there, stuck in that cage. Starved to death. Left to rot. Dunno why I got so mad. I ran out to the neighbors house and pounded on the door until my hands nearly bled. Mum dragged me off before I could do any real damage, but I never forgot it. Never forgave them for it, either. Guess I got this as a tribute to her. Not that it makes her any less dead.”

You see his story clear as day as Simon shares this piece of himself with you. You see the verdant field with its hidden, rusty cage. The withered creature trapped behind bars as its fur darkens and decays over time. A young Simon Riley as he stomps up to some house and demands answers—demands justice. Your fingers trail further down his arm, ghosting by his wrists. It’s strange realizing that he’s always been this way; that he’s always been so selfless.

Always helping poor creatures who spit and trash at the sign of help.

“That’s so nice of you, getting this for her,” you whisper.

“Is it?” he challenges, unconvinced.

“I think so,” you shrug.

“It doesn’t really make much of a difference.”

“It does,” you insist. “You get to keep her alive in some way. She might have died for nothing then, but she lives for something now.”

Simon doesn’t answer you. You’re not sure if he believes you or not, but you’re glad you’ve at least sowed that thought into his mind. When the silence drones on for too long, your jaw unhinges in an uncomfortable yawn as your eyes begin to water, exhaustion pulling at your body like the damned attempting to drag you into your grave.

“Tired, sweetheart?” Simon asks. He doesn’t move—he stays politely still as you blink the bleariness from your eyes.

“Maybe a little,” you admit with a chuckle. You lift your head from his shoulder, and the absence of him feels wrong. When you turn to look at him, you find Simon already staring at you.

“Been a long day,” he agrees. Long legs stretch out in the empty space in front of him before he scoots away from you and stands. “C’mon, let's get you settled. I’ll show you the room.”

A weightlessness lifts you off the couch as you trudge after Simon, following in line behind him as you wander into the back of the house. Quiet giggles bleed through one of the doors you pass in the hallway, and you can’t help but chuckle as Joseph—once again—declares his excitement for Christmas tomorrow. His joy emanates from the door as if the room is too small to hold back the cheer of a young soul.

Simon leads you to the end of the hallway at the very back of the house. A room sits tucked just across the bathroom where a lamp illuminates a queen sized bed with argentine sheets. Barren walls close the room in, but you find that if you squint hard enough you can see old marks. Tiny holes from long gone tacks—perhaps used to hold up posters. It’s painted over; hardly even visible. A slight dent makes its home next to the door where the doorknob rests against the wall.

“Used to be my bedroom,” Simon informs, shoulder leaning against the doorway as you step in. “Well, mine ‘n Tommy’s anyway.”

Your thoughts are flooded as you picture Simon as a child again. Small frame, smooth skin—or maybe he was always large. A heavy, broad boy who gave his parents trouble as he ran around the house causing mayhem. An imagined giggle echoes in your mind, a shrill squeal of unadulterated joy. You wonder how often the two of them played together here, the secrets they would whisper to one another at night, and the endless bickering and kvetching.

You’re only brought back into your body when you notice that his bag is sitting next to yours at the foot of the bed.

A blink clears your vision and it’s still there. Two bags. A single bed. The steady thudding of your heart leaps into your throat where it makes its new home. It’s impossible to swallow, to force it into submission, back into the cage where it belongs. Stiff joints refuse to work with you as you turn to face Simon. He looks around the room wistfully, yet with a tinge of something darker. Something haunted.

“Are… are you and I sharing this room?” you ask timidly.

He nods. “Mum’s got her bedroom upstairs, Tommy ‘n them got the old office, so we get the guest room.” He pauses, eye scrutinizing your face before he pushes away from the door, heavy feet causing the floor beneath him to creak. “That alright?”

Choking on your words, you stutter through a sheepish smile, though you’re not sure it’s enough to cover how mortified you are. Molten blood suffocates your veins, and you feel it coagulate and clot. Really, it shouldn’t mean anything; sharing a bed with someone. You and Aelin have shared beds plenty of times together and it’s never meant a thing.

Does it only feel terrifying because you want it to mean something this time?

“Yeah, no, that’s fine. I just- I’ve never- erm.” All you can do is spew nonsense. It worsens the heat building in your face, bleeding through your skin, antagonizing the tips of your ears—you wish you would just shut up but you always have to explain yourself in some way.

“Hey,” he says, raising a hand to stop you. “If you’re not comfortable with it, that’s fine. I can always sleep on the floor, or out in the livin’ room if you don’t want me here at all.”

For a moment, your brain entertains the idea of him in both scenarios. A hardwood floor is hardly a proper surface to sleep on, and the thought of him shoving his large frame onto Mrs. Riley’s small loveseat nearly makes you cringe.

“What? No, I can’t do that to you. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor in your own home. Or, at least your family’s home,” you retort earnestly. “I can take the couch.”

“Not happenin’ sweetheart,” Simon says as a small smirk pulls at his lips. “Really think I’m lettin’ you sleep anywhere but a proper bed? If you’re comfortable with it, we’ll both take the bed, and if not, then I’ll take the floor, or you can kick me to the couch. Those are your three options.”

“But-”

“No. No nuances here.” It isn’t until his hand brushes against your arm that you realize just how close he is to you. His attention drifts, fingers picking at a piece of fuzz on your clothes before flicking it somewhere to be forgotten on the ground. “Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’ve slept on worse before. And you’ll only hurt my feelings a little bit,” he teases.

While your body freezes, your mind is nothing but a whirlwind of thought. Torturous, you feel trapped; unable to speak your thoughts. How do you tell him that you don’t think you can sleep next to him not because you’re uncomfortable, but because you’ll crumble at his touch? Because you’ll fade into nothing but soot and ash that would blow away at the mere huff of his mirth? You’d lay next to him, and like Icarus, you’d melt before you even get to brush against his warmth.

And still—you refuse to let him sleep on the floor.

“No. No, it’s fine. The bed is good,” you say with a stiff nod.

“You’re sure?” he asks.

“Yeah.”

“Certain?”

“Certain,” you repeat.

He stares at you for a moment too long and you feel your bones morph into jello. He’s giving you an out—the time to change your mind. Gelatin muscles and rubber tendons; you’d collapse if it weren’t for the panic constricting in a spiral around your body. You swallow it down, willing it away just long enough to convince him you’ll be fine.

“Alright,” he says as he takes a step back. He glances at your bags, still sitting neatly next to one another, before nodding. “I’ll step out. Let you change. Gotta grab presents out of the car anyway, so take your time.”

After confirming the plan, Simon begins to back out of the room. Hand on the door, he begins to shut himself out, though he quickly pauses in order to point at the bed. “I get the side closest to the door, yeah?”

“Okay,” you nod.

You aren’t able to breathe properly until the door latches shut behind him. Your knees nearly give out as you sigh. Stumbling back, you collapse onto the springy mattress and throw your face into your hands in an attempt to muffle your groan. How anyone can stand to be around you when you’re so gauche is beyond you. Your mother always told you that you would outgrow this awkwardness one day. Turns out, you’re just as small as you’ve always been—you haven’t outgrown a single thing.

The only thing that calms your thoughts is a series of gentle, controlled respires. Anxiety sizzles then fizzles out, leaving your nerves scorched, but not completely useless. You rise. You shuck off your dirty clothes and allow fresh pajamas to hold you close—something you’ve yet to ruin.

You stare at the bed, and it stares right back at you, just as confused. How the hell are you going to have any room on this thing with someone as large as Simon laying next to you?

A problem for later.

Simon is in the hallway when you open the door. He stands with his hands shoved into his pockets as he faces the wall, eyes blankly staring at picture frames. Dozens of them sit in asymmetrical lines, haphazardly shoved together. Nothing but a collage that had suddenly grown too large to fit properly. If he notices you—which you’re certain he does—he doesn’t say anything as you cautiously approach him, eyeing the glinting glass.

Some of the pictures are old—much older than either you or Simon. Black and white film displays a young, happily married couple. They grow and morph throughout the series of photos. Love slowly decays over time until it rots into nothing but contemptment. There’s undersaturated photos with brutal lens flares burning the images, and other digital pictures with crisp quality. The younger the film becomes, the older the couple gets. The more their smiles fade.

Swallowing, you stare at the man. There’s something familiar about him with his dark eyes and tight lips, but that recognition fades as he gets older. He becomes skinnier. Wastes until his flesh pulls at his bones like a skeleton with sunken eyes, gaunt face, and sallow skin. His stomach distends, dark eyes dull with a benevolent hate for anything within his gaze. He vanishes from the pictures eventually where he’s replaced by kinder, softer faces.

“Who’s that?” you ask. Your finger points to the wasting man as if the gesture alone might shatter the frame.

Simon is silent for a moment before he responds. “My father.”

“Oh,” you chirp meekly. A part of you already guessed. You see the parts that Simon shares with him—how eerily similar they are to one another.

“He’s dead,” he says, answering the question burning on your tongue.

You swallow. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

Huffing, Simon shakes his head. His weight shifts but his eyes stay glued to the pictures. It takes a moment for him to loosen his jaw enough to respond. “I’m not. Glad he’s gone. His bad habits had to catch up to him eventually.”

His brutal reply catches you off guard. You don’t think you could ever be glad about either of your parents being dead. It’s… a strange thought to have. One you’re not sure you can hold against him. Never for a moment did you revel at either of your parents' funerals. Really, you couldn’t stop crying.

Then, you think of sharp blades—gasping breaths—blood on linoleum—and you remember that some people’s parents don’t deserve to be mourned.

“Well, that’s something we have in common at least. Dead dads, and all,” you attempt to humor.

Much to your surprise, it works. A gentle titter reverberates in Simon’s throat as he finally tears his eyes away from that dead, wasted man and looks at you. His eyes gleam in the pale living room light that bleeds into the hallway. The gentle glow melts the darkness of his irises until they’re pulsing and smooth. He’d melt in the palm of your hands if you asked him to.

Maybe he already has.

It isn’t long before you’re under freshly washed covers with your head on an unfamiliar pillow. The only thing that is familiar is Simon—the scent of him especially. That faint, smothered nicotine and fresh cotton. You wonder if he can feel the thud of your heart ring throughout the mattress, or if its reverberations crawl up his spine like the heat of him crawls up yours.

There is something strange about forcing yourself to be apart from him after being glued to his side for most of the evening. Like driving a wedge between two magnets, you feel his pull like you’re the earth and he’s the sun. Forever caught in the cosmic storm of one another. Yet, something even stronger holds you back.

It’s all consuming—this terrible obloquy that fluctuates in weight. One moment, it’s as light as a feather. Some timid thing that can do no more harm than a single flake of snow. Other times, it’s a brutal storm. Unrelenting and frigid, tearing you apart at the seams. Perhaps it’s the bed. The connotation. The blood that has yet to soak the sheets and stain the mattress.

Your blood. Your tears.

My offer is still on the table if you find yourself having trouble.

Your heart trips. It stumbles on itself, skipping a beat and forcing your blood to run cold. No matter what, you always carry a piece of him with you. He shoved it inside of you like a blade, and you’ve been too terrified to rip it out. Too afraid to see how much blood would come with it. Too afraid to witness the rot that’s festered inside of you because of him. You’re choking. Breath caught in your throat like a windpipe between slender fingers. Eyes bulging. Ears ringing. Soft lips on skin hiding sharp teeth waiting to tear you apart.

You sit up like you’re able to run from the feeling and leave it far behind, but it doesn’t help. It’s still here. Writhing beneath your skin like maggots. Burrowing into your bones. It’s always here. It will always be here. Dormant and waiting to erupt. To tear open the tender flesh that only a monster covets. Your body has not belonged to you in years—you fear that it never did to begin with.

You might never belong to yourself again—not with this infection.

“What’s wrong?”

Simon’s gentle susurrus hardly reaches you. It’s dull and cottony. Your head snaps to look at him in the darkness of the room and you see the fuzzy outline of his frame laid flat on his back. One hand rests behind his head, opening up the arm closest to you like an invitation. You swallow. Your throat is dry and sticking to itself. You try not to tremble.

“Can’t sleep.” It’s blunt. Quick. If you speak any further you swear you’ll deteriorate.

Cautious fingers brush against your arm, forcing your skin to twitch at his presence. He pauses, then moves slower, torso curling as he lifts himself off the bed to further his reach. His arm snakes around your back, and then to your shoulder before he carefully pulls you back down to earth.

“C’mere,” he says before leaning you back with him.

Anxiety quells into confusion as Simon situates you on your side, head resting on his chest. His arm stays around you, supporting your head as his hand lays politely on your waist. Ragdolling, you go along with him as his free hand grabs yours. His thumb gently prods your fingers, prompting your fist to relax and unfurl before he places your palm flat on his chest and right above his heart. His breaths come heavy and deep, chest expanding beneath your palm, prompting your own diaphragm to do the same.

Your eyes grow heavy as you listen—breathe and listen. Your good ear presses against his chest, and you can feel his steady pulse beat against your cheek. It’s strong—hypnotic. Eventually, the tightness in your chest wanes and your body goes limp in Simon’s arms as you’re lulled to sleep while he rubs soft circles over the back of your hand.

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Sub Ala Angeli

Part 4 - Do Not Be Afraid

Summary: Ghoap x fallen angel!reader, mini fic. Sub ala angeli - Under the wing of an angel.

CW: Very fluffy, lots of kissing, religious stuff, description of injuries.

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“What happened?” Johnny asks, once you've calmed down. Simon comes over pressing a glass of water in your hands. You don’t know what you want to tell them. If you tell them you could get into even more trouble, maybe you’ll lose your other wing.

“Sorry about your table.” You say looking at the broken coffee table on the floor. Your wing has stopped throbbing, you’re pretty sure you haven’t broken anything.

“It’s fine, just means another trip to Ikea.” Johnny says pulling you against him.

“Was it a dream?” Simon asks, you look up at him.

“I don’t know what a dream is. I’ve never had one before.” You say. He lets out a sigh, you sip on the water.

“That’s probably what it was then.” Johnny says. You nod. “I’ll stay out here.”

“You don’t have to. I’m okay.” his hand lands on your thigh rubbing it.

“I know I don’t have to, I want to. It’s okay.” You feel guilty, you look up at Simon. He doesn’t seem to mind. You take another sip.

“I’ll check the perimeter, just to be safe.”

“Si-”

“Just to be safe.” Simon repeats. Johnny is squeezing your thigh, there’s an edge in their voices, they’re staring each other down. Johnny nods letting his grip on your thigh go.

Simon moves back towards the bedroom.

“What’s happening?” You ask, reaching over to put the glass on the side table.

“Simon likes his routine.” He says, He pulls on your shoulders encouraging you to lay back. You turn to your left facing him. He lays back too, reaching down for the duvet and pulling it over you. You relax into the pillows. His hand comes to stroke your face.

“Are we safe here?” You ask.

“We’re safe.” He says. “Dreams can be scary but they’re not real. You always have to remember that, they’re just your imagination.”

“It felt real.” You say, maybe it was all just a dream.

“Sometimes they do, it will get easier though. I promise.” You smile at him, his fingers brush hair behind your ear. You hear the bedroom door close. Simon walks into the living room round the sofa bed and to the front door. He pulls a jacket on then reaches down to put on his boots.

Johnny pulls your face to look at him. “Just sleep, lass you’ll feel better after some rest.” You smile at him and close your eyes.

…

When you wake in the morning your wing hurts. It throbs, you bring it round and run your hand over the top, you wince as you press down, maybe you have broken something. Johnny is asleep next to you with his shirt off snoring softly. You get up off the bed and he doesn't wake. You walk round the bed over to the front door, you open it and head outside.

There’s a cold breeze in the air, it tickles your skin as you look up through the trees, you can see the sun shining and the blue skies. You close your eyes bracing yourself on the balcony railing. You take a deep breath in, letting the smell of nature fill your nose. You can smell new things, damp wood, wild garlic. There are new sounds too, animals and the sound of the wind rustling in the trees.

“Morning.” A voice snaps you back to reality. You look out seeing Simon walk up the path. His breathing is rapid, hair is stuck to his forehead. He presses something on his wrist as he walks up to you. The clothes he’s wearing are tight showing each muscle on his body. Saliva has formed in your mouth, you swallow it down as you watch him walk up the steps.

“Is Johnny still asleep?” He asks. You nod, he smiles reaching for the door handle.

“Don’t stay out for too long.” He says, you look back out into the woods. You hear the door close behind you. You stretch your wing up, you don’t care how much it hurts, you like to feel the breeze through your feathers, for a few seconds it feels like you’re flying, if you close your eyes you can imagine it too.

The door opens and snaps you out of your head. Hands come round your waist, you feel Johnny pull you back against him.

“Good morning.” He says. You rest your hands on his.

“Johnny, do you ever think about death?” You ask, you feel him tense.

“Why do you ask?”

“You believe in God, are you afraid of death?” You ask.

“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear no evil.” He says, you smile.

“For you are with me, your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” You finish.

“Can angels die?” He asks you.

“No. We’re immortal beings, normally when angels break the laws they get sent to hell. I was lucky.” You say.

“So hell is real?”

“Of course.” You say turning in his arms.

“Am I going to hell?” He asks. You frown at him confused.

“Why would you think you’re going to hell?”

“Thou shall not kill.” He says. You look up at him. His hands rest on your waist pulling you against him.

“Why did you help me?” You ask. He leans in closer to you, his chest is pressed against yours, you can feel his heartbeat. You’ve never felt that before, A heartbeat, your hands run up his chest resting over his heart.

“Because you needed saving.” He breathes. You can feel his heartbeat pick up, yours does too, your mouth tips open you want to thank him. Instead he leans down pressing his lips onto yours. You’re not sure what to do, the feeling is new, his lips are soft, his hands work their way over your body to your face.

He cups your face, his grip is gentle. He parts your lips with his tongue pressing it into your mouth. It’s a whole new sensation. You’re not sure what to do, you let him lead hearing the wet sounds of his mouth playing with yours.

You want to keep feeling this forever, a feeling of comfort, love.

You’ve always wanted to know what love felt like. If this is it, this is amazing. Your arms wrap around him, so does your wing, wrapping round his back pulling him closer to you. You let out a moan and he breaks from the kiss.

You look up at him, worry suddenly wipes away the new feelings you had. “Did I do something wrong?” You ask. He smiles, his hand coming up to brush your cheek.

“No.” His hands fall from your face, resting on your shoulders.

“I saw you fall.” He says, your breath catches in your throat. “You lit up the sky like the sun. Simon didn’t believe me but I had to find you.”

“I don’t remember falling.” You say, you feel tears roll down your face, you’re not sure why you’re crying. His thumbs come up to brush them.

“You love Simon.” You say suddenly the feeling of intense guilt builds up in you. Johnny smiles, tipping his head to the side.

“I love Simon.” He says with a smile. You tip your head feeling sadness. You’ve forced yourself into their life, you should have left them alone. Maybe if you left them alone Johnny wouldn’t be dying in a week.

You hear the front door open. You look past Johnny to see Simon coming towards you. You drop your hands from Johnny's chest looking over at him. Maybe he’ll be mad at you for kissing Johnny. You feel a new feeling. Jealousy, Johnny’s not even yours but you wish he was.

Simon steps over to you, his hands come to your shoulders, running up your neck to your face. Johnny steps aside. Maybe he will scream at you, maybe he’ll hate you and ask you to leave. He doesn’t look mad, his eyes look soft, kind. Like a lighthouse in a storm.

He leans in and kisses you. It’s different then Johnny, he’s taller, bigger, his grip is harder. His mouth is just as soft though, his tongue brushes over your lips and you let him in. You can still taste Johnny on your lips as he presses his tongue into your mouth.

His tongue is rough, mapping out your mouth, his hands run down your body, he’s gentle but firm, he’s not like Johnny.

You break from the kiss looking up at him, your mouth is tipped open.

“I told him not to fall in love with you.” He says brushing your cheek with his thumb.

You look over at Johnny. Simon’s fingers pull your chin back to look at him.

“I never told him I fell first.” Simon says bending down to kiss you again. You hear Johnny step, you open your eyes breaking from the kiss. You see Johnny with his arms wrapped around Simon’s waist pressing a kiss into his neck. Simon frowns, tipping his head.

“You’re glowing.” He says, you frown back confused. Johnny’s head pops up to look at you while Simon runs his hands down your arms. He grips your wrist pulling your arms out, you look down. There’s a faint yellow glow coming off your skin. You blink a few times and the glow fades.

You look back up at them, Johnny’s grinning at you, you feel a shiver run through your body.

“C’mon let's head back inside. Johnny will cook breakfast. I’ll change that bandage of yours.” You nod following Simon into the bathroom. He helps you get your shirt off, then you’re standing there topless, all of a sudden you feel embarrassed. You didn’t care before, somethings changing, you lean over gripping the sink as Simon pulls the bandages off you.

“It looks good, do you want to see?” He asks, you look in the mirror to see him behind you. You nod letting go of the sink and turning, you crane your head to look over your shoulder in the mirror. You can’t tell if it looks better or not. The skin looks raw, you flex your back muscles and watch as it twitches.

You let out a sigh turning back around. You watch in the mirror as Simon picks up a cloth wetting it. You grip on the sink again, looking down at your hands. It just looks wrong, seeing what's left behind.

“Does it hurt?” He asks as he comes back dabbing round it. You look up at him through the mirror and shake your head. Even if it did, you want to feel the pain.

“Why do they use a Hellhound?” He asks. His movements are gentle as he runs the cloth over the wound.

“So it won’t grow back.” You say.

“They can grow back?” He asks, putting the cloth in the sink.

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, that must have been horrible.” He says his hand comes up to brush your face. “At least you didn't feel any pain right?”

You shake your head. “They make sure you feel pain.”

“We should leave it for a few hours. Air will do it some good.” He says. You nod at him and turn to face him.

“Are you worried about death?” You ask him. He frowns and shakes his head.

“I never really put much thought into it. Maybe I should now. Why?”

“Nothing.” You smile at him. You can smell the food coming in from the kitchen. He smiles at you and helps you with your shirt. When you make it into the dinning room Johnny is plating up food.

“Si, I was thinking you should go into town later. Get her some clothes, some shoes at least.” Johnny says as you sit down.

“You should go, you're better at that kind of stuff.” Simon says

“Can I come?” You ask. They both look at you staring in silence.

“I don’t know how people would react if they saw a one-winged angel walking around.” Johnny says, spooning something onto your plate.

“I’ll just hide it.” You say.

“What do you mean?” Simon asks. You wait till he blinks.

“Woah, what the hell. Where did it go?” Johnny asks coming round to look at you.

“It’s still here, I just don’t want you to see it anymore.” You say.

“How?” Simon asks.

“I don’t know, I just feel it. I don’t want you to see it and you don’t” You say, you let them see it again. Johnny comes over to run his hand over it. “I can’t do it for long though, it’s exhausting.”

“How long can you do it for?” Simon asks.

“A few hours I guess. I’ve never really tested it.” You pick up your fork.

“It would be easier if you come, then you can try things on. I don't have to guess your size.” Simon says. Johnny seems hesitant sitting down looking between you and Simon.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” He asks.

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

…

They managed to find an old pair of boots in the wardrobe, with the thick socks they just about fit. The drive to the nearby town took almost an hour. You had never been in a car before, you spent the whole journey staring out the window at nature flying by. It’s beautiful, everything you’ve seen so far has been beautiful.

When you make it to the town the place is small but pretty. You hide your wing before you even get out of the car.

“It’s so strange.” Johnny says. You take the jacket out of Simon's hand, throwing it over your shoulders. Your wing is squished under it but to them it looks normal.

“It’s like an optical illusion.” Simon says his hand lands on your shoulder. You smile, you can still see it, you lower it as much as you can, Johnny takes your hand and leads you to the exit of the car park. As you make it to the main road you hear bells. You turn looking for them, at the end of the street is a beautiful, stone church.

You can see light towering off of it into the sky. You’re already changing your path to walk towards it. Johnny tries to move in a different direction but you just end up pulling your hand out his. You hear them following you as you make it over to the church.

The door is open, an old woman comes out, you see the angel following behind her. You feel yourself smile, then you feel a warmth boom in your chest. You can hear singing, soft voices flowing out the church. Johnny comes up next to you as you stop to stare up at the steeple. The bells have stopped now.

“Can you hear that?” You say looking at him. He raises an eyebrow. You smile walking in, you look up light pours in like there’s no ceiling. You see other angels floating around, they’re singing but it’s in your head. Johnny can’t hear it, you walk down the aisle to the front of the church. There’s a few people around, a woman praying, someone lighting a candle.

They both have angels watching over them, you turn to see Johnny and Simon following behind you, you can see angels float down to them. The energy in the whole building feels electric, you almost feel bad that they can’t see this. They can feel it though, you sit down on one of the benches near the front.

You look over at the light coming through the stained glass windows, colours dance around the building. You look over at the person lighting the candle, you watch as an angel takes the candle and flies up with it. You wonder who she prayed for.

“Do not be afraid.” You hear a voice in your head looking forward to seeing an angel floating down to you.

“I’m not.” You reply in your head. Their hands come to your face, your cheeks feel warm as they brush them.

“You should be wary. You should be cautious.” They warn, it sends a shiver up your spine.

“Johnny, his guardian angel warned me he would die.” You reply.

“His fate is not sealed, you should protect them.” they say stepping back.

“How?” It feels like you’re shouting in your head. You stand up.

“You’ll know what to do when the time is right.” They vanish almost instantly. You want to call out for them but you stop.

“You alright love?” Johnny asks, standing up next to you.

“We should leave.” You say, you’re already moving to leave. Johnny nods as you lace your fingers with his. Simon waits following behind you. You feel dread build in you the closer you get to the exit.

This is the second time you’ve been ordered to protect them. What if you’re not good enough, what if you fail? For he will command his angels concerning you to guard you in all your ways.

You’re going to guard them, you’re not going to let them get hurt. The angel said Johnny’s fate is not sealed, you can change the outcome. He’s not going to die.

You squeeze his hand, he looks down at you and smiles. You smile back letting him guide you back to the main road.

You’re not going to let him die.

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The Book of Yemoja

18+ mdni, please check master list for the content warnings

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Chapter 1: Noctilucous - shining at night.

I hope you find some peace of mind in this lifetime

Tell them, tell 'em, tell them the truth

I hope you find some paradise (tell them, tell 'em the truth)

Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, tell them your-

“Captain Price, I'm afraid that if you try to separate them too soon, Kyle may go into shock.” The psychiatrist tries to gently explain. “Not to mention the young woman that is with him.”

John stares at his pack's omega and he feels like a failure. They thought he was killed in action. Gone from them for good. He's ashamed that he was ready to write it all off despite Soap saying he could feel it in his soul that Kyle wasn't lost. He doesn't even try to pretend to be concerned about anyone else other than his Kyle. Yeah, it's nice that this woman managed to save him. What's not nice is the unhealthy codependency. They orbit each other, always within arms reach, growling whenever someone gets too close. When one sleeps, the other keeps watch. They never eat at the same time or even eat the same food. John can't imagine what kind of hellish abuse happened to where neither of them will eat together.

Right now, both of them are lying on the bed. There are soft whispered words between the two of them. They lay in each other's arms, tracing soothing patterns on each other. Kyle has his back facing the observation window. He's hiding her. While Kyle was worse for wear when they found him, the girl was feral and extremely violent. It's clear that she's not all there, but there are moments where John swears she's clairvoyant and is always three steps ahead of the staff that has been tasked with watching them.

She counts a lot. She counts the amount of grapes in the bowl from their lunch. She counts the number of tiles on the ceiling and walls. She counts how many staff members pass the doorway window. John is sure she is keeping count of time, but he isn't sure how because there's no clock in the room, but she always makes sure she is up at each shift change.

“I guess she's stuck with us for now.” John sighs, turning away from the two way mirror.

I've been goin' through somethin'

One thousand, eight hundred and 55 days

I've been goin' through somethin'

Be afraid

Heat. Blistering itchy heat. Kyle wants to crawl out of his skin. It's so bad. The cold stone floor does little to give him relief. He imagines in his mind that Johnny will tease him. Nip at the bond mark on his neck, finger him open, and then slowly push himself into him. A sweet joining of flesh to prepare him for John and Simon. It would then be a week of non-stop fucking, and at the end he would he would be pleasantly sore.

“Suppressants aren't-” a voice says through the thick fog of his concussion and heat addled brain.

There's growling coming from above his body. A weight presses down on him, and it feels like when Simon lays on him. A weighted blanket that's growling and hissing. There's a clang and the sound of glass shattering. Pained grunts and muffled shouts.

“Fuck! Sedate-” another voice is yelling and it makes his head hurt. Then it's all quiet or he thinks it's quiet.

“You're okay.” A soft voice that sounds like it has swallowed rocks says to him. A warm hand touches him, and he hisses. “We'll get through this.”

He opens his eyes, and the splitting headache he has only gets worse. Her eyes are wild like a caged animal, hair a matted mess. Despite this, she gives the visage of a bright light shining dimly in the dark of night (he is delirious with pain and heat). He's about to close his eyes again, but she taps him on the cheek.

“Hey, stay up. You have to stay up.” She moves him and holds him close to her breast. “Are you in heat? How long does it last?”

“Six or seven days.” He manages to croak out. Promptly after everything becomes a blur and haze.

His body doesn't feel like it's his own, but his inner omega feels good. The heat in his body is still blistering, but right now, the edge is being taken off. He grips at the flesh of her hips as he rocks into her body. He almost never is on top. His own dick never really enters any of his alphas. It's always him on the bottom, so this feels different. She's got the smooth column of her neck bared, submitting to him fully. His body bends over her, and his hips work into her, trying to desperately find relief. His dick is covered in an obscene amount of her slick, and it's mixing with his own.

He whines, a guttural sound coming from his chest. He pants when he kisses her, bites at her lips, and shoves his tongue into her mouth. She sucks on his tongue and moans into the kiss. Her nails are bitten to the quick drag along his skin, and there won't be any scratches or welts on him. He still likes the feeling all the same. Somewhere in his mind he knows this isn't what his body of craving, he craves a knot, he desires to be ruined in the only way Simon can, to be choked and have his Captain’s beard leave a tingling feeling across his skin, to feel the jackhammer of Johnny's hips against his own.

This. Two omegas fucking. It feels like too needy pups that just discovered what sex was and didn't want to commit to the act with an alpha.

But fuck if it doesn't feel good. It feels wet. It feels hot. It feels like the frayed edges of his mind are being cooled. It feels good to dominate her body and flesh.

When his heat breaks on the last day, he finally is lucid. The two of them are in a tangle of limbs. Sweaty bodies pressed close together at the far side of their cell. They don't bother with clothes. The thin, scratchy blanket that covers them is enough for now. She keeps her back towards the cell door, and he faintly realizes she is trying to hide him.

“What's your name?” His eyes feel heavy with sleep. Voice raw from voicing his pleasure. “My name is Kyle.”

She is quiet as she stares back at him. He is a little unnerved by how she doesn't answer right away. Instead, a small smile graces her cracked lips, and he thinks about the dangers of dehydration. She has not, to his memory, drank enough water, and she certainly only allows him a few sips here and there. Her fingers trace over his cheekbones and lips. Hands cupping his face with reverence, almost like she can't believe that someone else is in here with her.

It's a long moment of silence, and he is drifting off to sleep now. “How many days has it been?” He asks. He is trying to get her to talk. One of the first things to go as a POW is sanity. Maybe hers is already gone?

“It's been two weeks.” She tells him. “They put it in the air…I'm sorry.”

“Hm?” He cracked open his eyes, “I just got here.”

“No. The suppressants and sedatives were put in the air when I wouldn't let them inject you.”

He lost time. A big mistake, a rookie one at that. He can already hear Captain scolding him. He takes a deep breath. The come down from his heat is pulling him under into sleep. He needs it so that he can figure out with a clear head on how to escape and get back to his pack.

Before his fitful sleep finds him, he hears her speak again.

“Call me Yemoja.”

Everybody grieves different.

I grieve different.

Huh.

a.n: hello everyone. I plan on making you all hurt in this one. Love you. 😘

Song: United in grief. Kendrick Lamar

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oceantornadoo · 6 months ago

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Hello… Uhm. This is my first time requesting, lol. I was wondering if you could maybe… do a part 3 to that one fluff thing with the reader liking Simon bigger in size? I adore it so far. You don’t have to though! I was just hoping you could.

since the holidays have a lot of eating, i decided to make this christmas fluff

previous parts here (it's called "i like you big")

tw: simon has unhealthy eating habits

"since we have to be here over the holidays, we're doing a movie marathon. christmas movies only!" you announced cheerfully to the groaning task force. it was a rare night on base where everyone was together, and you wanted to spread some holiday spirit. "and i bought cookies." that got some cheers, thankfully. you took the cookies out of the locked cabinet, a necessity when surrounded by ravenous soliders, and set them in the common room near the tv. you went all out: sugar cookies, chocolate peppermint ones, raisins for price (as part of his old man tendencies), scottish shortbread, and british tea cookies for your favorite brits.

"cheers, love," simon murmured. you tucked your head to nod, afraid he'd see how easily the term of endearment heated your face. instead, you busied yourself setting up your favorite christmas movie (elf, of course) and passing out plates to everyone. it was self-serve, so you stood back as your task force attacked the table with a single-minded vigor you only saw on the battlefield. curiously, simon only had one cookie on his plate, a british tea one. you took your usual seat next to him on the sofa, grinning as soap and gaz started debating the reality of a human surviving the north pole in only tights.

"only one, si?" you whispered, nodding to his plate. at that exact moment, you heard his stomach grumble. he didn't have his mask on so you could see how his cheeks got a little pinker at the sound. "not 'ungry." you frowned. instead of replying, you reached for your own plate, taking one of each cookie until it was stacked full. his arm was around the back of the couch so you tucked yourself in further. the chocolate peppermint cookie was delicious, and you couldn't hold back the small moan you let out at the taste. simon stiffened by your side, uncomfortableness radiating off him in waves. "sorry. it's jus' so good." your mouth was slightly full, this time with the scottish shortbread. "bonnie, ye got shortbread?" soap asked earnestly. "yeah, i figured it would be nice to have a taste from home. not sure if you actually eat these or if it's just a stereotype but..." soap smiled wide with a boyish grin. "our thoughtful girl, gettin' cookies fer all of us. thanks, bon." you smiled back, tucking yourself further into simon as he hummed in agreement.

"plus, i think everyone deserves extra treats during the holidays. animals gain winter weight, why shouldn't we?" you added as an afterthought. price snorted in agreement. gaz made a comment to him that earned him a whack to the back of his head. you snuck a look at simon, who was staring off into the distance, ignoring buddy's journey on the tv screen. "si?" you nudged him a little. "s'ppose y'r right. an' y' put all this thought into these." you gave him a small smile that he returned, a rarity from your lieutenant. he shifted on the couch, leaning forward to grab two more cookies from the table, decidedly ignoring the scottish ones. he took a bite of the sugar cookie in the shape of a christmas tree and closed his eyes contentedly. "good, si?" he nodded, his shoulders loosening and his body sinking into the sofa. "yeah, love. real good."

this was short but the rest of them has been as well so i hope you enjoy :) this was also the first time i've written holiday fluff <3

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mrsrileywrites · 1 year ago

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Oh well, it seems like my brain was feeling functional today...

Here's part two of this Simon Riley x pregnant reader ask

Enjoy everyone and as always any and all sorts of interaction is highly appreciated 🫶

Side note: I'm still new here so I don't know how to add links and be like "this" and you press the word and boom there's the link, also I do all this from my phone so bare with my millennial old ass 😅

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"Explain what?" He shouts turning around and walking towards you again, your hands fly to your belly instinctively, protective. You lower your head, eyes glued to the floor, ashamed.

Simon sees your reaction, the fear on your eyes, and he steps back taking a minute to collect himself, to come to terms with this discovery, he runs his hand over his face and hair.

"I'm sorry Si, I was-" you speak softly, your tone apologetic but he cuts you off, "You are not, I didn't want this, you knew damn well I didn't want this" he shouts again and you shrink yourself wanting to crawl out of your skin and not deal with this, not right now at least, your shoulders slump like a child being scolded. "Why didn't you tell me? You had plenty of chances."

"I didn't know how" you pout looking up at him searching his eyes for reassurance that everything would be okay but he is relentless, you see the rage and something else in his eyes, something you can't quite identify. "You didn't know how? Are you fucking kidding me right now? How about, uh oh by the way you are going to be a dad?" He sighs pacing back and forth like an encaged animal.

"I was afraid" you blink away the tears that have been threatening to spill since he walked through the door, your heart is beating so fast you think you may pass out any second. And he sees you, the fear, the vulnerability, the uncertainty and it hits him like a train, you are afraid too and you've been dealing with this for the past two months on your own, he stands in front of you.

"Afraid of what? Of me?" His voice is much softer now and he moves a strand of hair behind your ear, his calloused fingers lingering on your cheek and you nod speaking softly like you always do, because you are nothing like him, you are sweet and soft around the edges "of your reaction, of loosing you, but I get it now... you don't have to do this, it's okay really... I can manage on my own".

His hands cup your face and your fingers curl around his wrists, the look on your face pulls at the strings of his heart and he knows he would never be able to leave you even if he tried, even if that meant to face his biggest fears and become a father, the father he wish he had. "You'll never lose me love, you're stuck with me... We'll do this together, yeah?"

"Mhm" you agree and bury your face on his chest letting the tears run free, Simon rubs soothing circles on your back and apologizes over and over, he said he didn't mean to yell, he wasn't mad he was just shocked and scared shitless and you apologize too.

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From that on Simon was really involved in your pregnancy as much as he could, he even talked to Price and he agreed to send him on not-so-dangerous and not-so-long missions, he even got to do all of his paperwork in his little office at home and go with you to all your doctors appointments, he was holding your hand when he saw the baby for the first time, black and white blob staring at him through the screen, he asked the nurse if he could have one of the ultrasound pictures to show the lads back at base and she give him a bunch, he chose his favorite and put it in his wallet, he tried, in vain, to hide his tears the first time he heard the baby's heartbeat, he didn't complained when he noticed his favorite ice cream running out a lot faster while yours remained untouched, you blamed it on the pregnancy cravings.

He held your hair and rubbed soothing circles on your back every morning while you hugged the toilet bowl emptying your stomach courtesy of the morning sickness and he reassured you every time you felt too overly conscious of the changes in your body, he rubbed lotion on your belly and spoke to the bump every night after you showered and got ready for bed, he cried his eyes out the first time he felt the baby kick while he laid on the couch with his head on your lap and you ran your fingers through his hair.

One night you both laid in bed, in the moon lite bedroom, you were at the 36 weeks mark and your doctor had told you the baby could be born any time now. You and Simon (Simon more than you) had put the nursery together while you boss him around. Simon laid behind you, his burly arms wrapped around you while his hand rubbed different shapes on your belly, he gasped every time the baby kicked.

"I'm scared" you mumbled so low you thought he didn't hear you. "Scared of what, love?" he spoke in a drowsy tone his mouth against your neck.

"Giving birth..." He chuckled and you smacked his hand. "You can't escape that part, baby, can you?".

"I know, I just... You are so big and the baby is big for his gestational age too... I don't know if I'll be able to do this" you sighed. "It's too late to think about that now baby" he chuckled again and you smacked his hand again.

"Simon, this is serious" you scolded him and he squeezed you a little tighter, his voice a low murmur against your neck. "I know it is, but you got this... You've come this far and you've been so brave you are going to be just fine, plus I'll be right next to you... and they'll give you something for the pain, I'll make sure you are as comfortable as possible, yeah?".

"Yeah" you agreed sinking further into his warm embrace and you knew no matter how scary it could be Simon would always be there being your biggest supporter and a great father.

@zlunia

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #ghost cod #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x pregnant reader #mrsrileywrites

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mistyresolve · 4 months ago

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Hello🥰 do you write fics? Would you mind taking one of my request? I was thinking maybe reader was recently out of depression because of an event that happened and she meets tf141. They help her through it because they’re sacred that she’ll get back into it but they realize she’s ok and she’s on a good road. Later on in the fic reader finds Simon in the corner with tears in his eyes and all you can smell in the air is fart (Simon has farted)

Word count - 1.2K

Summary - For the last two months, Task Force 141 had grown increasingly concerned about the mental well-being and safety of Sergeant L/N. Who had become so withdrawn and stone-faced that it was nearly impossible to make them laugh, let alone crack a smile.

Tags/Warnings - Blood and Injury, Depictions of war and violence, Explicit Language, Character Death (kinda, it's an animal), Limb loss, Mentions of mental health.

A/N - i refuse to acknowledge the second half of the request

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You went to every rehab and therapy session, but that didn’t change the fact that where there was once a furry friend with his tail wagging who was now missing. It sure as hell didn’t change the fact that the K-9 was dead. There wasn’t a body for you to bury. Not that you would have had the time. When you were medevacked out, you had lost so much blood you weren’t conscious enough to tell them about your dog still left at the crash site.

You were bedridden for two weeks after the explosion, stuck in a state of shock for half that. You had visitors the entire duration of your hospital stay but couldn’t remember who was all there.

It all went wrong because of a single misstep. In a matter of milliseconds, your life was changed forever. A life was lost.

Like clockwork, your ears began to ring and fill with the sounds of metal scraping along the concrete, the sound of broken glass and settling rubble. The crackle of an engine giving up. The sounds of your screams, as you tried your best to get your leg unstuck from between the wall and an LTV. The tinny reverb of your fist slamming down on the side of the LTV in frustration. Somewhere among the wreck was your K-9, Lily. You called her her name over and over again; until your voice was raw.

She didn’t so much as whimper.

It took you forever just to relearn how to walk. Even today, you sometimes struggle to find and maintain balance. You have yet to get used to your new life.

“I still don’t feel very good. And I’ve been wanting to hide away a lot more,” you toe your boot at the edge of the carpet, tracing its pattern with your eyes. You were finding it increasingly difficult to look people in the eyes, afraid that they would see through your fragile exterior if you did.

Dr.Greene leaned back in her chair, quickly jotting down the admission. Her tawny hair caught in the light of the singular lamp she had on. The room smelled like lavender; you can imagine it was a calming environment for some people. Yet, your leg twitched to get out of here.

“Listen, I don’t think this is what I need. I don’t need months of R and R. Let me back onto the field. " You rested your elbows on your thighs, but you already knew the answer she was going to give you—the same one she gave you last week and the week before.

“Once I tick off a few more boxes on your file, I will do just that.”

You stood up from the cushioned chair, swaying ever so slightly, and dipped your chin at her, “Thank you. I think we end things here.”

“There’s a lot we still need to unpack and discuss,” she started, levelling you with a disapproving look, “This session is going so well for you.”

“Then we can leave it to next week’s session,” you snipped.

Price was sitting in the lobby waiting for you, engrossed in one of the pamphlets that were left on the coffee table. The members of the 141 took turns taking you to your appointments, mostly because of your newfound fear of vehicles, which sent you into a crazed panic.

“Done already?” he stood up, his knees crackling as he did so.

“Get me out of here before I start screaming.”

You leaned your weight on the railing, letting the steam from the coffee heat your face. Behind you, the door squeaked open, and if the lack of footsteps meant anything, it meant that Ghost was coming out to keep you company.

Ghost was the only one you felt like he didn’t coddle you. He didn’t try to stop you from doing the things you used to do; he didn’t try to pretend to know how you felt.

But he was getting scared for you.

You were standing right in front of him, and he still felt like he was seeing a ghost.

You could see his arm resting on the banister from your peripherals, his hands clasped together. You couldn’t find the energy within you to greet him.

“Wh’s on your mind?” he asked, picking a piece of the peeling paint off the railing and flicking it away.

You shrugged, your vision unfocusing.

He knocked his elbow against yours, grabbing your attention, “Whatever it is, it ain’t helping you.”

“I wasn’t even going to bring her on the mission,” you respond, your head ducking, “I just felt so bad that I’d left her behind for the last three,” you sucked in a shuttering breath, “It’s my fault. She didn’t need to be there,” It was an admission you hadn’t voiced before, not even in your own head.

It was all you could do to put the mug onto the railing before you collapsed, your feet sliding out from under you. The heart-wrenching sob that tore through you was devastating to Ghost.

He knelt beside you, one hand reaching for under your arm, “Let’s get you inside. We’ve got an audience out here.”

He ushered you back into the coffee room, guiding you to the couch. He let you cry for what seemed like hours. He didn’t say a word; he just gave you the chance to let it out. He made sure no one else came into the room and handed you a glass of water for hydration and that was all you needed. He already knew you didn’t want to hear all the sap like “She’s in a better place” or “How could you have known that was going to happen?”

It was the first time since the accident that you had cried.

Three Months Later

Aside from Mactavish, whom you had already given a very important job, you had sat everyone down in the commons room.

You cleared your throat about to give a big announcement, “As you guys may know, I have been allowed to rejoin the K-9 unit, “ As an instructor, given the fact that since you lost your left leg, you were unfit for combat. There was a collection of smiles around the room. “It has been a long, tiresome journey. I owe a lot of my recovery to you guys. So I thank all of you for your support and patience.”

Slowly, you backed up until you reached the front door, “Now we all know that being a part of a K-9 unit requires one thing. I would like you guys to be the first to be introduced to our newest member, Callahan,” You swung the door open. Soap knelt on the other side of the door and let go of the dog's collar, who immediately took advantage of the freedom and booked it into the room.

He was still a juvenile and still hadn’t completely gotten rid of his puppy coat. He was still energetic and friendly when he wasn’t at work. His left ear flopped around as he hopped from person to person, too excited and overwhelmed to decide who he wanted to sniff out first.

Callahan wasn’t like the normal K-9s. He couldn't sniff out mines and wasn’t trained to attack an assailant. He is a support animal. No, he specifically trained and curated to your needs.

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#simon ghost riley #cod fanfic #simon riley #cod ghost #task force 141 #task force 141 headcanons #soap mactavish #captain john price #john soap mactavish #tf 141 x reader #tf 141 #cod fluff #mw2 fluff

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emeraldspiral · 1 month ago

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Because misinformation in the Invader Zim fandom never dies, the TLDR on the life and death of the show, as I understand it;

It begins with Nickelodeon exec Mary Harrington reading Squee and thinking "I bet the guy who wrote this could make a great children's cartoon" (and she was right on the fucking money with that one). Mary approached Jhonen about pitching a series. IDK if it's true or not that the original plan was to adapt Squee or if she always wanted an original pitch. Jhonen on occasion has talked about how he based Zim's overconfidence on himself and the audacity he had to say "yes" to running a show with no experience in animation.

In a series of tweets, animator John Fountain talks about briefly working on the show and contributing a few designs, most notably Gretchen. According to him, there was a lot of competition for work on Zim because it was the most creatively ambitious project with the highest budget at the time. Everyone knew it was going to be something special, a chance to really flex their skills and creativity, and would look great on their resumes.

According to an old deleted blogpost from Rikki Simons, accessible on the Wayback Machine, the biggest creative clashes on the show came from Steve Ressel. Rikki accuses Steve of overstepping his boundaries and trying to make it his show rather than Jhonen's, asking for unnecessarily complicated shots just to put something impressive on his resume, and generally being shitty to everyone except board artists.

Initially after Zim's cancellation, Steve was a lot more accessible to fans than Jhonen and Rikki holds him responsible for a lot of misconceptions people have about Jhonen supposedly hating his own show and being embarrassed of it or hating his fans and the experience of making it. In particular, Steve in an interview said he wouldn't return to the series if asked (to my knowledge, no one did ask when the comics revival and ETF came about) but also went the extra mile to speak for Jhonen saying he wouldn't come back unless offered a lot of money, making it sound like working on Zim was just a shitty experience all around for both of them when it was really only Steve making it shitty for everyone.

People frequently claim the show was cancelled for being too dark or violent, getting complaints from concerned parents, or Jhonen fighting with the censors too much, but there seems to be very little evidence of this. The main things I've heard that actually come from Jhonen are him saying Nick didn't like Dib's trenchcoat because it was reminiscent of the Columbine shooters, which they ultimately allowed from the pilot till of the end of the series, them not wanting Keef or Iggins to be killed off (but being okay showing their fatal accidents so long as they survived), asking for an inconsequential line here or there to be changed to avoid certain implications, asking for children to be shown eating weenies instead of bugs, and altering some sequences in the wake of 9/11. Dark Harvest was one of the earliest episodes in production, and they were fine with that. They were fine with Bad, Bad, Rubber Piggy. They were fine with the show being a bit scary and disturbing. They signed off on the whole first season and ordered a season 2 knowing exactly what they were getting, which was precisely what they wanted. They wanted a show that was going to be a bit edgier than their other content. And it's not as if IZ was their only horror show. Are You Afraid of the Dark? was on the network from 1992-1996.

According to Jhonen, they had intended to produce other new shows at the same time as IZ that would've complimented it better, but nothing else ever came to fruition, so the network really struggled to find a spot in the schedule where its tone wasn't such a jarring shift from the shows it was sandwiched between. I don't know why they made the decisions that they made to shuffle the airtimes around so frequently, so last minute, and with little advertisement, but I highly doubt they were trying to hurt the show on purpose. What sense would that make? Why would they spend assloads of money to produce a show and then sabotage it on purpose to give themselves an excuse to cancel it? It makes sense after the show had already been cancelled to not give a shit about its ratings and prioritize other ongoing shows you're trying to hook or maintain an audience with. But there's no motive for a network to not give a show the best shot it can to earn a return on the investment of making it while it's still in production.

Supposedly no one actually knows for sure why IZ was cancelled, but everything I've read leads me to believe that it had nothing to do with creative differences or poor ratings what-so-ever. My understanding is that Viacom's stock took a dip so they told Nickelodeon to make some cuts. IZ had the highest budget at the time, but although it was getting good ratings, it wasn't doing Spongebob numbers so it seemed to them that IZ's ratings didn't justify the cost. I don't know if this is true, but supposedly it was doing little more than breaking even. I don't believe that it was losing money however. Regardless, Nick and Jhonen couldn't come to an agreement about the budget, so the show was cancelled.

When deciding which of the partially completed episodes should be allowed to finish production, Jhonen suggested making 10 Minutes to Doom the final episode and changing the ending to have Zim die. But Nick wanted to leave the door open for Zim's return, so they ended with the Xmas special instead because it would make the most money.

A few years later, they ran an IZ marathon on Nicktoons Network and the ratings were pretty impressive. I have heard, but don't know if it's confirmed, that they were testing the waters for a Zim revivial and this led to another attempt to negotiate with Jhonen that ended up falling through again.

Ultimately, Nick did end up getting Jhonen to come back for the comics revival and ETF, and part of the ETF negotiations involved a struggle to find an arrangement that Jhonen felt would not make him miserable. I believe at one point it was going to be a miniseries before they decided to do a movie instead and I think I read something shortly after ETF's release about how a series revival was planned to follow the movie but just when talks were about to be finalized there was a change in leadership at Nick that caused everything to be tossed out the window. COVID happening right after ETF also probably didn't help and I'm guessing it's the reason the comics run ended.

So based on everything I've heard, it sounds like Nick actually quite liked the show. They gave Jhonen a lot of creative freedom and were very lenient with what they let him get away with and were happy with what he gave them. Their worst offenses were mishandling the schedule and forbidding Jhonen and the other show artists from designing merch and insisting they leave it to the marketing department. Nick did not want to cancel the show but Viacom forced their hand with their demands for budget cuts. They tried many times to work something out with Jhonen but weren't able to come to any agreements for over 10 years. It sounds like the reason negotiations keep failing is a combination of Jhonen not wanting to sacrifice quality with the budget being offered by Nick and Jhonen finding animation exhausting and wanting a schedule that would allow him to work on the show and still have time for comics without burning out. This isn't a case of Nick hoarding an IP and preventing the creator from completing their vision. It's actually Nick that's been begging Jhonen to come take his baby back and Jhonen saying "not without adequate child support".

#invader zim #nickelodeon #jhonen vasquez

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carpwood · 1 month ago

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♱ andrej / andrea(s)｡ ´ཀ` 18 He / She Sys permahost (1) genderfluid/boygirl rabid deadboy corpsething. human but in a vague foxlike animal way.. i like masc & fem terms Never use they/them for me unless referring to me as the mortuary (my system as a whole). autistic w bpd & did, i have memory issues. (book) simon henriksson + smile dog fictive/irl and extremely delusional about it Not even in an "omg hes literally me" way i just am him and he is me and we are one. dead ass. i'm Him. theeeeee book simon. i cannot stand doubles but i do judge comfortability wit U all based off of whether i fw u or not. EXTREMELY mixed individual; indigenous (tribally enrolled), hispanic + sephardic, kurdish, serbian, czech, russian, and semi-distant swedish, hungarian + mongolian blehhhh. english is my first language but i can respond in swedish & russian. criminal justice major & chronic clip studio paint truther. general disclaimer i don't condone the shit i write about. normally i am the only person in my system that uses this acc but posts from the brainworms will be signed off with our names thumbs up emoji i post art and occasional ramblings about my ocs and my interests. i don't really call myself religious but i am definitely spiritual and i practice a mix of my tribe's traditional beliefs mixed with kemeticism & reverence for angels. set/sutekh is my primary patron deity & i also work with bastet & archangel chamuel, with connection to archangel micheal. i'm in a lot of subcultures but my mains are metalhead, scene & gyaru ^_^

i HEART psych horror, grungy gritty ps2 graphics, faux snuff, artistic gore, first person shooters & guns, old slashers, theology, the paranormal, catholic art & architecture, creepypasta, scp, zombies & apocalyptic media, rob zombie films, southwestern gothic, etc.... number 1 special interest of all time ever is cry of fear. obviously. competitors include horror as a genre, tornadic meteorology, cults, wolves, psychology, film, music, and art. i am also super into the walking dead, gta 4, afraid of monsters, texas chainsaw massacre, 3 from hell, house of 1000 corpses, metro 2033, the last of us, dark winds, reservation dogs, transformers, nuclear winter, postal, faith: the unholy trinity, marble hornets, ghost rider, mortal kombat, halo, reacher, metalocalypse, 28 days later franchise, s.t.a.l.k.e.r franchise, lollipop chainsaw, terminator, the alien franchise, call of duty, cs2, and supernatural

i listen to so much music bruh. fav genres are shoegaze, dsbm, death metal, stoner doom metal, psych/blues rock, russian post-punk, industrial metal/rock, 90s grunge, nu metal, death metal, goregrind, gorenoise, pornogrind Sometimes, breakcore, r&b, 80s-2000s rap, midwest emo & 2000s emo, dad rock, goth rock, doomerwave, blues rock, horrorcore, etc.... many many many favorite and loved bands. lifelover, electric wizard, досвидошь, psychonaut 4, xasthur, apati, sorry..., deadlife, fentanil, hypothermia, my useless life, decalius, carnica gore (GATEKEPT I AM CARNICA GORES NUMBER 1 FAN OF ALL TIME EVER SLASH SRS), mortician, couple skate, phyllomedusa, acid bath, mc bushpig, insane clown posse, south park mexican (sorry.), kraanium, happy days, malodorous, my bloody valentine, slowdive, alison's halo, swirlies, the breeders, radiohead, panchiko, kmfdm, ic3peak, last days of humanity, ploho, kino, lumen, sleep, cough, conan, bongzilla, bongripper, glukoza, deftones, alice in chains, nirvana, hole, together pangea, loathe, the nightblooms, starflyer 59, they are gutting a body of water, birth day, sign crushes motorist, ssshhhiiittt!, pisse, molchat doma, eyehategod, jack off jill, marilyn manson, slipknot, backhand (gatekept 😝😝😝), orgy, nine inch nails, rob zombie, white zombie, rammstein, none, suizid, lifeless, duster, monolord, chainsaw castration, toughguy, fulci, napalm death, pornofilmy, nero's day at disneyland, lauren bousfield, buerak, soundgarden, audioslave, hinder (Sorry.), stone temple pilots, big thief, razorrape, putrid stu, bile, sisters of mercy, scary bitches, she wants revenge, boy harsher, mindless self indulgence, polvo, pale saints, blue smiley, lsd and the search for god, the nightblooms, alex g (my goat), whirr, meat puppets, pavement, windhand, witchfinger general, pentagram, weedeater, igorrr, wipers, superheaven, zdechly osa, rory in early 20s, vestron vulture, filter, nails, cathedral, bloodbath, godsmack, black label society, get scared, korn, calabrese, the union underground, powerman 5000, blackbraid, medicine horse, harley poe, 1782, uncle acid & the deadbeats, diva destruction, paleface swiss, korol i shut, bishkek, genitorturers, sooo many more i am missing I LOVE SOUNNDS AND ARRANGEMENTS AND NOISE i also make music! very self conscious about i will get the balls to post demos someday but my primary projects are vidrig (dsbm), tikho/тихо (russian postpunk & doomerwave), reverse crucifixion (gorenoise), & slowburner (shoegaze) ☆

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#blog intro #intro post #cry of fear #did system #fictive #if/when i make another mta i'll rb it here

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juullllssss · 4 months ago

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Their pets or what pets would they have?

Price: He would have a dog, 1000%, it might seem a little basic but he is not one to change what has worked for centuries (Dogs being men's best friend and all) He really appreciates how loyal they are, he would be contend to train a puppy until it obeys perfectly (better than any recruit ever) And that the dog loves him for it, too, is just a bonus. His old man heart settles down thinking about his furred friend going bongers with happiness, every time he comes home. The absolut love and loyalty is what he likes. Definitely talks to it like a father.

Simon: That man would not have any pet willingly. For one he is nearly never home and when he is he doesn't want to take responsibility for any breathing thing, if he can prevent it. The only scenario i can imagine is when he finds a stray animal, maybe a little kitten, wet and hungry. He would grumble and curse but he is not a monster. (No matter how much he says otherwise) Taking the little thing home and turning full blown care taker in seconds. That Kitty never has to worry about food, water, entertainment, who takes care of it if Simon is not home or if his litter box is clean. (Simon best poop shoveler ever) At some point he would have serious conversations with it, taking the meows as answer. Maybe later after his retirement (or most likely retired, because they have to kick him out) he will get something small, like a hamster, nocturnal just like him.

Gaz: Easy a cat, and a long hair one at that. Absolutely spoil it to the heavens. The most expensive stuff you can think about, this cat got it. I think like Jumin from Mystic Messenger, just obsessed with it. When he does his skin care routine (or any kind of care) his cat is sitting there watching intently. Loving Gaz just as much back, wanting to be involved as well. This Cat got more self care routines, spa treatments and deluxe meals then some humans in their whole life. You can bet that he would never curse in front of his baby, using his most soothing baby voice.

Johnny: You might think i would just say parrot because....chatty. But no, this men needs something that matches his energy. So maybe a dog? No that would be to boring for him, wanting to boast about his pet to everyone he would go for something different. A ferret, yes that would be something, same type of energy, easily distracted. But i actually think in reality it would be completely different. Johnny is someone who likes to breaks some social rules. that and he likes a challenge even after retirement, and so he just takes some feral animal of the streets. Jep, maybe a raccoon, just jetting the animal out of the trash bin. (You are my friend now, we are getting soft tacos later)

Bonus:

König: To be honest i think he would be a sucker for anything cute. Which is a lot when you are his size. He would have something where he doesn't need to be afraid to hurt it. So i say a horse. He would feel fulfilled by taking care of it. Keeping his body and mind occupied. Not only that but taking pride in the trust and love he built with his horse. For some reason i can also so see him with a couple of cows. Even raising a little calf. These are all big enough that he can hug and cuddle them without worrying and they also show him their love in return. In the summer you would probably find him laying in a pile of cows napping.

Nikto: Nearly the same as ghost but even worse, so much worse. Straight up thinks any animal would die with him (Has never in his life had a pet) Then one day he finds a little animal in the middle of the forest. (don't ask me why he is in there he just is) A little rabbit shivering from the cold. He would not take it home, but he would come back every other hour to see if it was still alive. After a day of that he sees it worthy, has shown him that it wants to live. Finally taking it home. (We will just ignore how he brought it a blanket and hid it in the bushes so no predator would find it) Talks to the little thing like a future soldier, who only has to grow up to plan world domination.

#cod 141 #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #cod #call of duty #drabble #könig cod #nikto cod #juullllssss

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fantasiasymphonyofsorcerersau · 2 months ago

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Some fun facts about each of the characters!!

(All art by Aero and Golden! 💛)

MICKEY:

- Mickey: Is obsessed with toy trains and model trains, he sets them up all over the house and Yen Sid has to be careful not to trip over them!

- Mickey also has an entire closet of all the clothes he’s worn in his movies and the parks (it’s probably magical) and he sometimes plays dress up as a prince or a train conductor

- He’s cheese obsessed and will have it on toast for breakfast or as a snack

- Goldie called him “Teddy” when she first arrived with her amnesia, because she subconsciously remembered having Mickey teddies and plushies when she was a little girl.

- Rubbing Mickey’s ears will bring him comfort even though it tickles quite a bit!

- Mickey is obviously in love with Minnie, and the two often go on holidays when she’s not working at the newly reopened BowTique!

- Sometimes Mickey and Goldie can age regress slightly, wanting comfort and cuddles, so they usually go to each other or Yen Sid, who doesn’t mind at all and finds it rather cute

JULIUS:

- Julius goes nonverbal when he’s afraid, so the family use sign to talk to him. He was nonverbal for a while when he arrived at the workshop.

- He likes to play with yarn and gets irritated by red dot laser pointers! Scout, Mickey and Goldie have to beware that their robes don’t get confused with the dot!

- He likes anchovies and other fish like sardines a lot, he will put them on toast

- He and Mickey both have a fear of deep water that they’re getting over!

- He can use his tail as an extra limb!

- He is dating Fanny Cottontail and the two are in a happy relationship

OSWALD:

- Oswald LOVES coffee and cannot function in the morning without it. He is feral otherwise.

- He loves Ortensia and all his kids and visits them often

- He teases Goldie a lot but has the mentality of “only I can be mean to her, nobody else”

- Goldie would often cling to him when she was scared as a little girl, as she found his presence comforting and saw him as big and strong (since he’s the biggest brother due to his ears, despite being the middle child)

- He uses his remote to generate electricity which helps him do magic in a unique way. Everyone in the house learns music magic, but they combine it with their own innate magical abilities! He also has a few unique spells he’s created on his own.

SCOUT:

- Scout is considered everyone’s big sister, even though she’s a lot younger than the boys!

- She is a talented musician and loves to DJ, her dream is to become a magical DJ and have her name in lights

- Her spirit animal is a wolf! (The boys all have their respective animals as theirs)

- She tried to leave her apprenticeship when she was around 11, but came back at about 12, before Golden arrived.

- She treasures her journal and is always scribbling and drawing in it, she likes to draw nature like birds and finches, but also people she loves

- Speaking of people she loves, she has a crush on Tyke, a DJ she met in the park and now is friends with online who also has a little sister called Amelia (just do not say this to Scout’s face!!)

- Scout adores her mother Sonatina, and has the last name Simons-Symphonus. She hyphenated her mother’s name with her adoptive father’s.

(Baby Scout!)

GOLDEN:

- Golden came to the workshop with amnesia that reduced her to the mind of an infant. She was 5 but exhibited many behaviors of a younger child, including babbling (“waaaah, babababa…”), not understanding what things were or how they worked (she once thought a feather duster was food and tried to eat it), or being intensely scared by things like thunderstorms since she didn’t know what was going on

- Golden liked to play doctor when she was little, especially with Mickey since he liked being doted on. She liked to feel as if she was helping others, since she has a huge protective instinct and can be very passionate about helping others.

- Deep down she is very insecure about her current family being taken away, and she needs a lot of comfort due to what she has to go through in the story. She can come off as needy and clingy, but she’s a very scared child who’s making decisions beyond her years.

- When she’s afraid (post part 7) her hair will turn white out of stress temporarily. It is known as Marie-Antoinette Syndrome (oddly sounds like MarionetteAngie 👀)

- Golden is afraid of dying and going to the void, an endless dark and cold expanse where she has to wait to be revived. If her heart is linked to another person’s, though, they can control how long she’s in the void and how fast she revives, even though doing so causes excessive pain. Reviving takes a lot of her magical energy and makes her entire body ache, since it’s being kickstarted back into action every time. Sometimes these aches are incredibly debilitating.

- Golden’s shining, sparkling golden heart looks a lot like the great moon Kingdom Hearts, doesn’t it?

- Her spirit animal is a butterfly, due to her admiration for the bat and the butterfly spell

- Somehow she can perfectly understand the broomies, even though everyone else simply translates their Morse code shuffling.

PERCY:

- Percy is the best light man and I will not take a single dispute!

- He adores ice cream cake, which is based on a line he says in Fantasia: Music Evolved (where Scout also originated)

- Golden designed him and Aero gave him his signature purple colours!

- He has some little thimbles that jingle and play music, they were a gift from the Blue Fairy, his “Mama”

- Percy’s magic is a mix of 2 types of magic- the Blue Fairy’s star magic, and magic that he inherited from his parents… 😉

- Percy doesn’t know who his parents were, but he hopes to find out one day.

- His spirit animal is a stag!

- In his cohort of apprentices, his best friend was a kid named Astra, who he clicked with immediately. They write every so often and Percy hopes to meet up with them soon!

- He is very sensitive and emotional when told he’s loved and cared for! 🥰

YEN SID:

- Yen Sid is over 300 years old

- When he was 5 he began living with Master Grey, his professor and father, and was the youngest in his group. He was close with all his siblings but especially his brothers Ambrose and Vidor

- When he was 15 he graduated sorcery and went down the path of Keyblade training for a while, with Eraqus and Xehanort. Unfortunately, something very important was lacking in their generation, so the aimless Keyblade wielders went their separate ways, though still remained in touch (The AU takes place post-KH3, but kinda just says that Sora didn’t disappear lol)

- He loves hot chocolate with cinnamon and it’s his comfort drink.

- His spirit animal is a phoenix. As a child, it was quite weak for various reasons, but as Yen Sid grew stronger and resilient, it did too 🥰

- He is part of the Council of Wizards, a group of individual who maintain democracy across the Kingdom of Lumos and all its various cities. They work with a Governor, who implements the laws they propose into the cities, and a new one is elected every so often by the people.

- Yen Sid has a crush on the Fairy Godmother (do not say it to his face lol)

STARLIGHT:

- Starlight is Golden’s guardian and best friend. She’s a glowworm who works as a Dream Sentry in the cloud kingdom of Dreamland, a place where there are thousands of glowworms working to protect the dreams of humans and creatures all across the realms

- She has a little pet sheep called Baa-Baa

- Another best friend is a fellow glowworm called Cloudjumper, who is light blue and has clouds all over her. She doesn’t come to earth often and stays in Dreamland taking care of Baa-Baa

- She has a rival called Fireworm, who is a red glowworm that challenges Starlight to try and take her job. Starlight thinks she looks like “a firetruck on steroids”

- Starlight can be very silly despite her small size, she often needs help carrying things or tries to eat things that are far too big for her small mouth, which causes her a little frustration comedically.

- She has immense powers and can put people to sleep, as she did in Part 7 to avoid Goldie feeling any pain when it was her turn to attack- instead of attacking she used a merciful force.

AERO:

- Aero is a master sorcerer who Goldie looks up to and sees as a big inspiration!

- She was trained by both Yen Sid and the Fairy Godmother, so she possesses powers of both. She typically uses a paintbrush to release paint and thinner, and a wand for the rest of her attacks.

- Her spirit animal is a Pegasus. Currently it is just a foal, but with time it will grow 😌

- She can be insecure and had issues with literacy and numerics in the past, but Yen Sid taught her through drawing and examples, and that’s how she learned best!

- She lives in Yen Sid’s Old Tower (from the KH series), since after Yen Sid got his castle he didn’t use it so he decided to give it to her, and she renovated it to her liking.

- Aero collects toys and all sorts of other memorabilia, and often hosts sleepovers in the tower for the kids to enjoy!

- Her companion is Star from Wish, who hangs out with her and accompanies her, since Asha is currently training to be a Fairy Godmother and Aero needed a friend 😊

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bruciemilf · 1 year ago

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Headcanons about Tommy and Simon Riley that give me 3rd degree burns:

. While they’re terribly aware neither of them were loved children, they’re also aware their father, in his own fucked up way, had a favorite. And they both knew it wasn’t Tommy.

Because he speaks out, he rebels, he defies. He’ll hurt the hand that hurts him. Their father made a fighter out of him, and he’ll pay the price for it.

That’s what makes Tommy the protector. I know a lot of people categorize Simon as the scapegoat, the wall between their father, and I do think it’s case. It’s a silent agreement between Tommy, Simon, and Sarah.

Simon takes the hits for Sarah, and Tommy takes the hits for Simon. And Tommy keeps it to himself.

Tommy and Simon say ‘I love you’ a lot; Just not in a traditional sense, not through verbal tools.

Simon says ‘I love you’ every time he keeps watch while Tommy makes out with that asshole rugby captain behind the school.

He says ‘I love you’ every time he lands Tommy a shirt of his after their father burns his clothes as a punishment.

“Why do you smell like beans and misery?” “Shut up, mate.”

Tommy says ‘I love you’ every time he gives Simon the good slice of bread while he eats the moldy one. Their dad always had a creative side, he guesses.

Tommy says ‘I love you’ every time he drives for hours to pick Simon up from whatever spot their dad dropped them off at. Either AM or PM.

Tommy grew a beard because their gay next door neighbor had one. It was his own way of coming out (and piss off their dad, because kids don’t stay kids for ever, and he can throw a good punch now)

Simon became deathly afraid of animals, but Tommy loved them, so he’d sneak them into their room. “Come pet your nephews, they’re cute!” “They’re bloody possums, Tom!” “They look like you.”

I like to imagine Simon feels so shitty about ‘failing’ Tommy as a brother, but Tommy is quick to shut that shit down.

“Simon, if I had the choice, I’d be your brother in every life.”

When Simon enrolls in the military, Tommy’s quick to follow him, much to the annoyance of the older Riley. Like in high school, he’s charming, and chatty, and magnetized people so easily.

They look alike; At least that’s what Simon gets told. He doesn’t see it. Tommy’s eyes are spring green and his laugh is like a storm of sunshine.

Tommy agrees. He may or may not make his own balaclava and pretend he’s Simon to fuck with people. But imagine Tommy pretending he’s Simon when they get separated during a mission.

“You Riley?”

“…Yeah, that’s me.”

Tommy vanishes for 8 years. Simon doesn’t know what to do with himself after.

#tommy riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #task force 141 #tf 141 #text #text post #writing #I LOVE THEMMMMMMM WAHHHHHHHH

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bejeweledblondie · 2 years ago

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hey! I have a request- I wonder what you think would be the type of girl 141 + konig + graves + any others would go for, thanks!!

Ooooo I legit have this one in my drafts! So buckle up! (Since these men take their careers very seriously I don’t think they’d actually peruse a relationship with a colleague due to professionalism,) I also apologize for not immediately posting this my husband rescued a small kitten from our storm drain & we’re getting her acclimated to our home

•Simon “Ghost” Riley- I feel like he’d lean into a very feminine type of woman, solely due to being around men constantly & his upbringing. So to him being with a woman who leans into very feminine roles would be something that I think he’d find incredibly attractive. Like dresses, makeup, very fashionable, loves to cook, etc.

• Captain John Price- I feel like he’d lean more into a old soul at heart type of woman. A woman who doesn’t settle for anything less & is also incredibly elegant at the same time. To me he’s an old soul himself so it’s very fitting he’d go for a woman who’s an old soul herself. You love to watch old movies, cross words puzzles, actual puzzles, etc.

• Johnny “Soap�� MacTavish- I feel like his ideal woman is a full on extrovert that’s incredibly athletic. He needs someone to match his personality & energy at all times. Someone who is adventurous & has a incredible sense of humor. You can easily drink him under the table & love football.

• Gaz- I think his ideal woman is headstrong & intelligent. She doesn’t take shit from anyone, even Gaz when he’s being a “man.” She has a lot of empathy (I believe Gaz does too especially with his reactions to seeing the aftermath of terror attacks) & that can be a downfall for her sometimes. Luckily the both of them use their empathy to their advantage. Y’all love walking the dogs in your local animal shelter, & even foster animals

• Alex Keller- I feel like he’d go a woman who’s bookish, but not afraid to get her hands dirty. Her intelligence can get the best of her. But she can overthink situations & Alex has to reassure her sometimes that’s she’s making the right decision. Overall she’s a big sweetheart & does lean more into her feminine side. I’d say you love to read, paint, have a veggie garden, & love to go on hikes

• Keegan P. Russ- you’re far more extroverted than he is. You’re constantly helping him break out of his shell a bit. He’s can be so serious sometimes that he’d find your fearless attitude refreshing but also stressful. You’d give him a heart attack whenever you do something semi dangerous, like bring in a stray possum because it was cute

Extras✨

König- He’s going for a woman who’s patient & empathetic right off the bat. No joke like a kindergarten teacher imo would be perfect. Someone who can listen to him, take care of him, but also provide space when needed. I feel like y’all would enjoy reading books together, he’s very intelligent & book reading is a great way to bond over something but if needed he can always read by himself or with you.

Sobiesław- he’s going for a Slavic woman, a woman who’s traditional but has a little sass. You definitely lean into your more feminine side & be incredibly fashionable. I also feel like he’d into joining you on your shopping trips because you have a good idea for what looks good on him.

Phillip Graves- the All American type of girl, picture Cindy Crawford in that Pepsi Super Bowl commercial. Outgoing, kind, you’d have to be patriotic (RAH 🦅) to some extent obviously, & confident. You’d be his biggest cheerleader & provide the best support system for him in his career.

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