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ym.nara_mislin on ig

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this duck LOVES pink drink

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Ghost, who just jumped on a grenade:

Soap, who knows it's just a rock he threw:

Ghost:"don't you dare say a word."

Soap:"you'd sacrifice yourself for me?!"

Ghost:"I'd sacrifice myself for a bird you aren't special."

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there are two competing sects on this website - one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "neurodivergent" and one that uses the word "spicy" to mean "sexual content." i do not like either of them

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The 141 as text posts + bonus Ghostsoap

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Thinking and thinking and thinking some more about Boyfriend!Simon.

All big and scary. Pretty much always wearing black, and other muted colors, and his balaclava. He’s so big. So bulky. So muscular. And when he does deign to talk to anyone outside of his close circle, his voice is so deep and rough, isn’t it? The man is so very naturally intimidating and off putting, right?

And then there’s you…his girlfriend. His very cute, very pink girlfriend. Adorable, really.

So feminine, you are.

Always in some skirt or dress. With a ribbon or bow in your hair. Perhaps some sandals on your feet. Maybe some heels, depending on if you’re in the mood for them. Lip gloss on your lips, a generous dusting of blush on your cheeks…

You look angelic. Cherubic.

So different than your boyfriend.

You two contrast each other so very much.

You are a spectacle, for sure. The kind that, in some cases, really does make people stop and stare. Because really—you look like a pretty princess and her big hulking guard dog.

Little does anyone know that it is this “guard dog” of yours, your beloved boyfriend Simon, that picks out your every outfit.

It’s Simon that chooses which dress or skirt you wear for the day.

It’s Simon that decides whether bows or barrettes that adorn your hair.

He even has the final decision on how you get your nails done when you go to the nail salon.

Gel nails or acrylics. Coffin or almond shaped. French tips or plain color, or if you get a design. The design itself. Whether your nails are topped with those little jewels…

All of it. It goes through him.

Not that anyone would believe either of you if you were to reveal the truth (as if you ever would…).

The truth of the matter is that he quite likes dressing you up. His big, rough hands have been used for so much bad. So much destruction and pain has been caused by his hands. So, taking care of the ever so beautiful and delicate you, fills him with so much purpose and satisfaction.

Besides, there’s something to be said about being the one to dress you up in the way he desires…and then getting to undress you, too.

Dressing you up. Dressing you down. He enjoys it all.

And so do you!

You like being his pretty pink girlfriend. You like how carefully he decides on your outfit for the day. You like the look he gets in his eyes when he’s finally pleased with how he’s dressed you.

So you let him. You let him decide. You let him take control in this way.

Because you enjoy being his perfect little doll.

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Ghost:"I'm sorry!"

Roach:"that won't save me from calling your mom."

Ghost:"she's dead and you know it!"

Roach:"doesn't mean she can't be disappointed in you bitch!"

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Ghost, gesturing to Price: Soap, look what you did! You made Dad upset!

Y/n: dad, please don't cry!

Soap: I'm sorry, father

Gaz: we didn't mean to make you upset, dad!

Price, drunk out of his mind and near tears: I DON'T REMEMBER GIVING BIRTH TO ANY OF YOU!

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Soap : I think Price mixed up our lunches. Look.

[holds up a post-it note that says "I'm proud of you and I love you so much."]

Gaz : Oh, that explains this.

[holds up a post-it note that says "Please be good. For the love of God, be good."]

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You don’t own fanfics. They’re inherently public domain because they aren’t your IP. Agree or disagree with AI, there are no grounds for “protection” from AI because it isn’t your IP to begin with. That’s what you chose when you chose this medium

Oh dear.

Okay, you get an answer, because at least you took the effort to write your ask out properly, even if you are hiding behind the grey, sunglassed circle.

Do I, or any fanfic author for that matter, have any legal claims to our work? No, not really, no. (Although if someone took a fic, filed off the serial number--deleted the fandom specific elements--, and then had it published for financial gain, yeah, that would be a case.)

BUT

Fandoms are built on a social contract that says we respect each others work, the effort people put into their art. We don't steal or disrespect the work of our peers. By feeding people's fanworks to AI you both steal and disprect it, and we need to make people realize that before it's too late--before fandom falls apart, because there will be no more real, actual fanworks.

Disrepectfully,

Orlissa

(i can't believe I have to say this)

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When you think about it, Ghost is just a good boy following Price's craziness.

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a dilf saying “sweetheart.” 73 dead. 246 injured.

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Whats TDI google wont give me anything remotely plausible and I'm dying to know

You might want to search DID, I didn't realise I put it in French, will correct !(Oh to write late at night)

It's Dissociative Identity Disorder, and I'm kinda sick of people writing it like it's super cool or just dangerous so, wanted to shed some light on it 🥰

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Sooo, Hi there, I was thinking about starting a fic. I'm a frenchie but will try to make as few mistakes as possible.

I was thinking about a reader x poly141, in which the reader is the adopted daughter of some diplomatic friend of Price, has a lot of cyber skills (it's her work, and kinda mine so wanted to write something I could relate to make less mistakes) and has C-PTSD and TDI/DID disorder due to her previous life.

In this fic, Ghost has TDI/DID too, Gas has the recognition of him having a silver tongue and being the 2nd brain of the team, Soap will be vulnerable and not only the sunshine but also the moon when he is exhausted. Price will taste betrayal and that loyalty is earned outside of military. Ghost, will recognise himself in someone else for a change, and maybe will be more accepting of himself.

The start ? Aster is organising a Gala to honour her parents and her father's retirement. Her sister is late, as usual, and some guests are there purely due to etiquette requirements. As the night goes, Aster notices small things : her sister doesn't respond to her texts, some guests don't mingle and stay close to exits, and a lot of them are tracking time.

Surely, it's nothing. Aster is tired, she is being overwhelmed and hyper vigilant. Maybe some air will do her good. Maybe, some air will save her life.

Sooo should I ?

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priceghost to me is so peak up until the very moment when they might have sex. Idk how to explain this LMAOOO I just find that ship so compelling and mind numbingly hot when it’s Price wielding control over his half feral guard dog and manipulating their connection borne of blood and dirt, so in command over Simon that he can stick his fingers in his mouth to feel around his teeth without fear of being bit. and even when Simon’s standing beside him, taller than Price is, it still FEELS like Simon is kneeling at his feet, subservient. the way Simon defers to him, will ignore higher ups if Price disagrees - he’s Price’s own private militia in a way. he’ll kill, fuck, and torture whoever Price tells him to, and if he ever questions Price’s judgment, it’s almost an ambivalent thing, like just a thought he’s mulling over with no real intent of ever questioning him.

and Price sees Simon as both a dog and a man. an object and a person. he’d mourn him forever if he lost him, in a way he’d never mourn anyone else, but when he gets hurt, the rage Price feels is like when someone breaks one of his prized possessions. Simon can never escape that objectification, nor does he want to because sometimes Simon isn’t even sure if he is a person. Sometimes it’s more comfortable to exist as an object, as a sword to be wielded.

anyway that’s so insanely hot to me than any actual fucking bores me - not personally my thing. But everything else…..chefs kiss