#I haven't posted anything in a while

[wimble-thimble]

who's winning the idgaf war

[coddda]

culprit

[wasyago]

the brainrot won

[whatswrong7]

Part 2 Part 3 Ghost didn't think much of you at first. You were just the incapable rookie to him. Constantly getting lost and needing backup on missions. He was actually annoyed at you and your incompetence, trying to stay as far out of your way as possible. But without fail, on almost every mission, your voice would pop into his ear calling for help as you inevitably fucked up, or bit off more than you could chew, or got yourself injured. He didn't even understand how you made it onto the task force, and he told Soap as much, which would usually just get a laugh and not much of a real response. He'd avoid your attempts at chit chat and small talk, barking orders at you to go do something else, unless you were at base, where he settled for just ignoring you until you furrowed your brow and went off.

And then you saved Johnny. His earpiece had gotten destroyed a few minutes earlier, the last thing he was able to say a vague description of his location. Price, Gaz, and Ghost were all preoccupied with their own fights. Ghosts mind seized up as his body continued the motions, aiming and shooting with deadly accuracy. He was gone. Soap was as good as gone, and just like his family, he wouldn't be able to save him. He couldn't breathe, all the gear too heavy on his body as his lungs threatened to collapse. Dead. Dead, dead, dead, all because of him, him, h-

"I got him"

Your voice rasped through the tiny machine, sounding out of breath and unsteady. You didn't respond to anything else, the rest of them hurrying to finish up and head to the chopper, Ghost silently hoping, praying. And there Johnny was, huffing and breathing heavily as a medic took care of him, quickly confirming to the newly arrived team he would be just fine. Ghost breathed a sigh of relief, just to turn to you and get the breath knocked out of him again. You were also getting quickly helped, blood coating you as the medic worked to remove the bullets from all areas of your body you had been hit in. Your usually bright eyes were heavy lidded, as you lazily looked around, barely glancing at Simon. Your shoulder had to get put back into place after popping it out of its socket- and by god, you were a proper mess, thick blood all over your skin and blending in with your uniform, your arm hanging limp by your side as it was held and shoved back into place, and barely able to keep your eyes open.

Ghost had never seen anything more beautiful.

[eveningrainstorm]

cycle knots

[modjisan]

sharing is caring

[trashyshrew]

(and some silliness below the cut)

[5qui99l3draws]

cringe is dead, I made a fursona

[ohbluesky]

some random tmr doodles + stuff i made for the glader cup 2022 and 2023 :]

also that brinho doodle is an illustration that you can find in @newtedison ‘s fic over here (she literally tweaked her fic so my art could match it so obviously this is dedicated to her <3)

[the-dreadful-bard]

[milkychai]

a morning in 💖

[skrunksthatwunk]

GIRLFRIENDS POST-UHAUL (uhaul the second, i guess)

[copeeum]

she ale on my eel till i noah

[naivegh0ul]

Older!Ghost is such a tease. Wearing his grey sweatpants low enough that you can see his v-line and happy trail, but not low enough to give you a glimpse of what he's got.

He loves to make the most filthy and lewd groans when he's stretching just to get you all hot and bothered. Seeing you get so riled up and flustered is what gets him going. Your eyes widening and your speech getting a bit jumbled whenever Ghost scratches his stomach, his shirt riding up to show off his abs.

He's so mean to you sometimes, too. Comparing hand sizes to hear how you gasp and giggle so cutely, standing behind you just so he can press his broad chest to your back and curl himself over you.

But his all time favourite thing to do is just to stand next to you. It's nothing special, but out of the corner of his eye he can always see you gazing at him, looking up at him with a lustful expression and he'll just slip his hand around your waist, pulling you against him and squeezing you softly.

[cornflakesdoesart]

behold! here's three reposts of my jedisona plus a wip of them with their master for this fine may the fourth

Also a very messy wip under the cut :3

[aylendoesart]

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Okay people, dream with me here: 2d animated Supersons in Patrick Gleason’s style from the comics

This is a small bit of a 1 minute animatic I’ve been working on in my spare time, that I’m slowly starting to get some finished animation on! Based on the Robin vs Superboy fight scene from Superman #10, by Peter Tomasi and Patrick Gleason, because I love it