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busy as fuck and haven't drawn anything, but here's Ghost from an older patreon piece as a treat for you 💝

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On an absolute whim this evening, I picked up Agatha Christie's short story collection The Mysterious Mr Quin. I'm three stories in and have gone completely fucking feral for it. It is the single best work in all of literature.

The premise is this: Mr Satterthwaite, an elderly gay man whose twin passions in life are other people's drama and sitting down, accidentally solves murders with the help of his magical boyfriend.

Is Harley Quin real? Absolutely not. Could Satterthwaite give two shits? Also absolutely not.

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busy as fuck and haven't drawn anything, but here's Ghost from an older patreon piece as a treat for you 💝

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Omegaverse tattoo au P. 1

part dos up early on ptreon <3

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doomed by the narrative and haunted by the narrative and a secret third thing (narrating the narrative)

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(don't) bite the hand that feeds (masterpost and links)

— art by @vozart —

Summary: If anyone bothered to ask Ghost who he was, he figured he'd just stare at them for a moment, and say three simple words.

"A stray dog."

He didn't mean to bite. Didn't mean to bare his teeth or snap at every outstretched hand.

It wasn't in his nature—not really.

He didn't want to be like this.

He just didn't know how to be anything else.

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"Jesus fucking Christ, MacTavish," Ghost snapped, his voice cutting through Soap like a bullet through bone, making mincemeat of his heart as it dropped clear to his feet. "Shut the fuck up."

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In the wake of Hassan's death and stolen moments in Las Almas, Soap can't seem to quiet his mind—and Ghost won't let himself rest. Haunted by guilt and convinced he's the problem, Ghost starts doing what he does best: pushing people away before they can see the mess he really is.

If he's alone, maybe Soap will be safe.

But Johnny MacTavish has never been good at backing down. Pairing: Ghost x Soap Warnings/Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending (finally!), Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Soap has Anger Issues, Ghost needs Therapy, "Shut Up, Soap", Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Past Child Abuse, Flashbacks, Panic Attacks

This fic can be found in its entirety on Archive Of Our Own!

🧼 Chapter 1 — Amber Reflections

Soap wasn't drunk. Not even buzzed, which was a real shame, because he could've used it. A little fuzz around the edges, something to slow his brain down and soften the raw, electric hum under his skin. Instead, he was just… awake. Exhausted, aching, but running on whatever amount of adrenaline hadn't burnt off yet. His mind felt like a room of flickering lights—some blown, some stuttering, all of them too damn bright. How can I be this tired and yet this awake at the same damn time?

💀 Chapter 2 — A Weapon, Not a Man

If anyone bothered to ask Ghost who he was, he figured he'd just stare at them for a moment, and say three simple words. "A stray dog." He didn't mean to bite. Didn't mean to bare his teeth or snap at every outstretched hand. It wasn't in his nature—not really. He didn't want to be like this, he just didn't know how to be anything else. Only how to survive.

🧼 Chapter 3 — Radio Silence

No bloody rest for the wicked. Not really, at least. Alright, so technically, they had time off. A whole bloody long weekend, even, where their little foursome could split off to wherever and pretend they weren’t held together by medical tape and sheer force of will. Soap went home to see his ma and sisters, guilt lancing his thoughts every time he remembered how little time he truly got to spend with them. Some time for everyone to lick their wounds after, a few weeks worth of regrouping and pulling together all the loose ends of their last mission. Soap didn't particularly envy the captain or Ghost's position. Hours per day spent weaving threads into something that would make sense, would let them move forward in ways he didn't need to be privy to yet. Granted, both Price and Ghost didn't seem to really care for the secrecy between COs and NCOs, he and Gaz knew far more than they should've—but he could only stand so much jargon before exploding.

💀 Chapter 4 — Stray Dogs

Life carried on. Missions assigned, targets eliminated, reports filed. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. The routine never changed. But it also didn't mean shit when every other fucking thing in Ghost's life felt wrong. The barracks used to hum with life. A low, steady current of easy camaraderie that managed to worm its way into his bones and filled the space between missions. The clang of trays in the mess, the murmur of conversation punctuated by the occasional burst of laughter. Except now, the air hung heavy, stagnant and thick. Pressed against his ribs as a weight he couldn't shift. Every meal, every meeting, every moment crushed against him with something unspoken. Nothing like the comfortable silence between men who understood each other without a word spoken. And he didn't kn— You're lying to yourself, Riley. You know exactly what it is.

🧼 Chapter 5 — Confrontation

Soap was not doing well. He could fake it. Had been, he'd narrowed that shit down to a bloody science. Slapped a grin on his face to act like everything was fine. Joked and played along when Gaz tried to prod at him, still rolled his eyes when Price gave him that look. But it wasn't real, just a cheap imitation of himself, stretched thin over something raw and gaping. A fresh wound torn open again, and again, and again. Every fucking thing felt off.

💀 Chapter 6 — No Walls Between Us

The moment Johnny's arms wrapped around him, Simon's entire world stopped. Not just the muffled sounds of the base beyond these walls, or the distant buzz of the lights, or the heavy boots of others in adjacent hallways. Something… more. Something deeper, something that took every single thing Simon Riley had ever known and tipped it upside down. And even though it only lasted a single heartbeat, fuck—it hurt.

🧼 Chapter 7 — Healing

Simon trembled in his arms, still overwrought with his own charged emotions, still struggling to breathe—and fuck, John didn't know how to fix this. But he could hold him. And he could stay. So he did. John rocked them gently, one hand smoothing up and down Simon's back in steady, soothing strokes. He kept his breathing even, controlled in the hopes that Simon could match it, could begin to ground himself and come back.

💀🧼 Chapter 8 — Epilogue

The coffee machine gurgled, low and steady, filling the air with its rich warmth. Simon leaned against the counter, forearms resting on the cool surface as he watched the dark liquid drip into the waiting mug. Never gonna understand how he drinks this shite. Coffee. Truly just… mingin’, if he was being honest. And yet it was another thing in the multitude of everything that made up the man he loved more than anything in this world. It became their evening routine on base—decaf for Johnny, Earl Grey for himself. A habit formed in the quiet, shared moments that he never once dared to dream he'd have. A small, simple… easy thing.

💀 Chapter 9 — Sugar and Spice 🔞

Coming soon...

🎨 Chapter 10 — A Stray Dog (Artwork)

Tumblr and Bluesky (AO3 coming soon)

🎨 Chapter 11 — Hold Me Close/Don't Let Me Go (Artwork)

Tumblr and Bluesky (AO3 coming soon)

— art by @vozart —

(do not repost please!)

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Dear Arkansas Daughter - Lady Lamb

Soap living up to his callsign and being a slippery bastard to pin down—friendly yet distant, always performing, masking, etc—and Ghost, lovesick, trying really hard to get a hold of him.

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*Ghost and Soap daily convos*

Ghost: Honestly I’m too high

Ghost: You won

Soap: Huh-

Ghost: I care about you

Ghost: and you make me fucking hard

Soap: Sir, I’ll drop to my knees right now

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Price: I wish they turned off their radio

Gaz: Not me, I’m loving every second of this

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#ICONIC

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Ghost, during a mission that’s going badly: Right, lads. I think we are well and truly fucked

Soap, under his breath: I would be if you’d just give me a chance

Ghost: what

Soap: what

Gaz, frantically reloading: No. Nuh-uh. I’m not dying here. I refuse to let that be the last conversation I hear

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@legendzjagz this is Ghoap and Dabi/Hawks. Maybe even Bkdk. Lol

good news i'm the most fuckable person at this vehicular manslaughter

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@virgo-dream challenged me to post 6 non-selfie photos from my gallery! Been spending a lot of time outside, with breaks in between to see cool art and eat good food!

Tagging: @athymelyreply @queerofthedagger @sillywormz @verminetroglodyte @kydrogendragon @bruce-wayne-simp

Animals:

Eastern fox squirrel, Sciurus niger

Yellow-crowned night heron, Nyctanassa violacea

White-tailed deer, Odocoileus virginiana

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Leia post in honor of Carrie Fisher’s passing which was 7 years ago today.

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@legendzjagz @not-close-to-straight 😂

“Why are you scared of dating” I’m not scared of dating, I just haven’t found anyone’s company to be more enjoyable than my own. And also I don’t care

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i will defend every nonamerican who doesnt know shit about the geography of the country because they hear about us too much anyways. you are not only allowed but encouraged to get everything wrong.

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@legendzjagz this is also Dabi/Hawks and Bkdk.

Johnny: If I died- Simon, cleaning his gun: Death will not get you out of this relationship

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this is everything to me 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈💕