#roach is a hawk

[northern-passage]

Lea :-)

[efraart-mix]

So many months waiting and I finally did it 😍😁, I have turned my FCs and my friends' FCs into Roboticized Masters, in the style of the Sonic and Mega Man crossover from Archie Comics, "Worlds Collide" 😁, I hope you like it.

Me - 🪲🌀,🐀🔥💧⚡🌑 @.ElChivo113 (Twitter) - 🦊⚡ @.ZairHidamaru (Twitter) - 🪳🎸 @.WereboyRyan (Twitter) - 🦔 @snowsupply - 🕷️🕸️

@.Noviceartist89 (DA) - 🦊⌛ @.XP98_JuanDiazTW (Twitter) - 🐺 @mk-moon-64 - 🦅

(Originally uploaded this January 30th)

[dapskie]

posting just bc i want to treasure this message

[leonisdumbasallhell]

Do u have water yet

I do!! We got water!! But now we got Bugs!!

[doodledowt]

Helllo there! So a bit ago, I mentioned how I was gonna post another collection of cats to tumblr but didn’t because I realised how much I did not like the designs....I told myself I wasn’t gonna redo it but uhh one thing led to another and well.... I’m really happy I redid it though! i’m much much more satisfied with these designs than the original ones :> only seven of the cats in this one stayed completely the same, no edits. Here is the original for comparison!:

That is all, have a good day!

[viciouslyfilthy]

Am in the mood to write Rotgut in his dad mode™️

Might write an open starter later or something

[bodydoublegame]

hello! it's amy! if you follow my personal account, you'd already know what this is. body double is a side project that i do for fun inbetween infamous, just for when i need to refresh my brain! i decided to make a blog for it so i don't flood my personal account with this game lol.

This game is a side project that I do when I need inspiration for Infamous. That means development on it will be sloooow. Infamous is my main priority right now!

Body Double is a an interactive story that takes place in a cyberpunk inspired world where top secret operatives of an elusive Cypress Industries have the unique ability to jump bodies.

Agent Sawyer is the best Agent in the business, tasked with protecting Cypress Industries and all of its assets.

Until three weeks ago.

Framed for the president's murder and in a last-ditch effort to save their ass, they switch bodies with our regular, ordinary IT-tech MC...who is now walking in the body of a suspect the entire city is looking for. Stuck in a citywide manhunt, MC is now on the run with a pesky Agent who refuses to tell them where their body is. To make matters worse, Agent Sawyer's subconcious is stuck in their head, speaking to them like a pest MC can't shake off.

Wonderful.

With a help of a host of characters from Sawyer's past and MC's present, MC will have to throw themself in a conspiracy to clear Sawyer's name and get back to normal. Relatively. No pressure.

The usual IF stuff: customize your mc from personality to appearance. Unsurprisingly from me, BODY DOUBLE is a character driven story with a focus on relationship dynamics, angst and drama...but this time with action.

Mold Sawyer in the prologue and be stuck with them in your head for the rest of the story. Are they humorous? Stoic? Vulgar? Emotional? Arrogant? You decide.

Romance characters like Sawyer's ex (messy) or the human-mech hybrid trying to kill you (messy) or your measly IT tech friend who has no idea what the hell is going on but they're a trooper. Or an AI. Your call.

Try to uncover a conspiracy and solve a murder in a cyberpunk setting.

Don't die?

SAWYER [RO][customizable]: the agent accused of murder. The wires get crossed when they switch bodies with you, and somehow you have their subconcious in your head. They refuse to switch back until you help clear their name even though you're in their body, which means people are after you now. Asshole move, really.

ROACH: Sawyer's twin brother and perpetual hermit. As a hacker, he has eyes all over the city. He also misses his sibling, so he's determined to see it through.

AGENT BECK [f or m] [RO]: A cool and intimidating fellow Agent of Cypress Industries...and Sawyer's ex partner. Sawyer dumped them, broke their heart, and since then, ghosted them (as one does.) With that said, Beck is determined to help you. And them. Just make sure to try to ignore the longing looks they send your way. It's not towards you, of course.

CAI [RO] [f, m or nb models] : Cypress AI or CAI is Sawyer's former field partner. Honest, cold and emotionless, you can't believe CAI is actually helping you. It must be going against their every makeup to go against Cypress, but having someone like them on your side is beneficial, at least.

HAWKE [m][RO]: the mech-human hybrid tasked with hunting you down. Well, hunting Sawyer down. Their one mission is to see you (Sawyer) dead, which poses a problem so as long as you're in this body. So there's that.

SOLANA [f][RO]: the elusive club owner...and the last person to see the president alive. You can't tell if Solana is an ally or an enemy, but you do know the one thing that drives her is power. Good to keep an eye on her, anyway.

AXL [nb] [RO]: the wealthy child of the now dead president and new heir of Cypress Industries. They hate your (Sawyer's) guts. They have hired all the best operatives and assassins to take you (Sawyer) down, and will stop and nothing to get their justice. If only you could convince them otherwise...

MAV [f or m] [RO]: your best friend and fellow IT employee. A trooper, who decides to be your sidekick on this weird...journey. No biggie. Make sure they don't die.

As usual, BD is 18+ for adult themes, explicit language, suggestive situations, violence and more! <3

[islenthatur]

So we all know the stories where Jaskier collects Witchers like dnd players and dice, how could he not!? And we all know that the ones where Witchers collect Jaskiers friendship too.

But honestly, I just want a fic where the Witchers mounts and lil bleater just collect the noisy-colourful-being-withsnacks...

Animals are smart okay, the horses talk to eachother because how else would they get civilised conversation and of course they'd brag about who carried the heaviest for longest, how many times their stupid people got hurt...

Roach starts off complaining about the noisy-being that followed them one day that just never stopped making noises or trying to pet her. The years pass and the complaints turn into fondess and she comes home more full and cared for than she had in a long time and her witcher does too.

The others, Scorpion, horse, lil bleater all want to meet the human, try to ease their own witchers burdens and just... does.

Jaskier is away from geralt for a competition, and suddenly, he has a very insistent goat bleating at him, pushing him off the road towards Eskel who was injured.

It just goes on from there... Lambert's mount Horse finds him, lips at the pants roach knew held sugar cubes and both Lambert and Jaskier stare at eachother awkwardly while he feeds horse the cubes.

Word travels between the mounts, a hawk that was a familiar to a Griffin flys down and rests on Jaskiers lute while playing, scaring the fuck out of him but shows him to another injured witcher.

Then the mountain happens

Roach loses her horse mind in anger at her Witcher, there would be no more soft songs, no more flowers in her main or apples, her Noisy-foal gone...

The animals revolt, it's a hard season for all witchers and when Geralt gets back after Cintra and Jaskier is with him the animals just go absolutely ballistic in joy and surround him

All the witchers are just watching with the most adorable wtf faces ever.

[the-froschamethyst4]

Jealous, Jealous, Jealous

𖤐Pairing: Soap x Colonel! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: smut, enemies to lovers, jealousy, kissing, licking, fingering, eating out, some mentions of violence, some use of codenames, age gap (10 years), flirting,

𖤐Summary: John Soap MacTavish always got on Y/n's nerves, Y/n and Soap couldn't STAND each other. But Soap gets a little bit jealous when he sees a new recruit messing and trying to get close with Y/n, and what happens when Soap expressions himself to Y/n and the next time that recruit sees a mark left by Soap MacTavish

———————

———————

5AM

John Soap MacTavish, sat in mess hall with his friends Ghost, Price, Gaz, Roach and Alex. They laughed and joked around with each other a lot you would think they were being serious.

Example Price called Soap a barracks bunny as a joke and some people thought he was being so serious and lied saying he saw Soap coming out of Ghost's room one night when really that wasn't the case, Soap had lost a bet with Ghost and needed to go give Ghost his money.

Soap rolls his eyes at Price calling Soap a passenger princess because he never drove.

"Nah, nah, the passenger princess is Colonel Y/n. I've NEVER seen that woman behind the wheel of any vehicle since she's been in the military," Soap said, taking a sip from his water and placing it back down on the table.

"Funny because I've never seen you behind the wheel, Sargent MacTavish," Y/n said as she stepped foot into the mess hall, the guys jumped hearing Y/n, but all just turned away when she was talking to Soap.

"Ohhh~" The guys said.

“Shut the fuck up,” Soap threatened them.

"Price, I need to see you in my office at once," Y/n said before walking out of the mess hall.

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Price opened Y/n's office door and saw a new recruit sitting in her office.

"Who's this?" Price asked.

"Our new recruit, Private Samuel Hawk Clarke."

"Hawk?"

"My father was a Sergent Major Andrew Hawk Clarke," Samuel said, standing up and saluting to Price.

"Ah, he's bit of a legend here. I'm Captain John Price," Price said saluting to Hawk too.

"Come, I'll show you around-"

"Ah, we both are, Captain, don't get too ahead of yourself," she said as she stood up and walked with Price and Hawk.

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Soap and Ghost were doing some training. Ghost was throwing punches at Soap who dodged them and threw some punches back at him.

Ghost grabbed Soap's wrist and threw Soap over his shoulder and onto the ground.

"Focus, Soap," Ghost said, picking Soap up on his feet.

"I'm trying."

"What's on your mind?" Ghost asked as he threw a punch at Soap again.

"Nothing."

"Something."

Soap threw a punch, but Ghost brought his arms up and blocked Soap's punches.

"Do you think, Colonel Y/n has a partner?" Soap asked and Ghost stopped taking deep breaths and put his hands on the back of his head.

"The fuck are you on about, Soap?"

"See, it's nothing. Come on let's just keep going."

"No, no, no, now you brought it up, why would you think that?" He asked, grabbing his water bottle.

"Because...I don't know," Soap said.

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Y/n, Price and Hawk came around the corner and saw the training room. Soap saw Y/n come into the training room.

"Price, care to show the new recruit the some moves?" Y/n said.

"Sure. GHOST!" Price yelled. Ghost and Soap stopped their training session. Soap was taking a breather as Price and Ghost started to throw punches at each other.

Soap grabbed his water bottle and looked at Y/n and Hawk, who talked and laughed with each other.

Something was burning inside of Soap seeing Hawk making Y/n laugh. He's never made Y/n laugh before, he's only made her mad at him or look pissed at him.

Soap just wanted her to smile at him like Hawk is doing. Is it because he's young? Closer to Y/n's age? Or is it because he's new and she's trying to be nice versus Soap? So many thoughts ran through his head, but he shook them out, why is he worried about, Y/n? She's an adult and can DEFINITELY handle herself.

"Soap, get back to training," Price said, tapping Soap on the shoulder, he looked at Price then back at Y/n who raised his eyebrows at him as a 'you heard the man'.

Soap scoffed and went back to training with Ghost.

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Y/n sat in her desk going through all the paperwork on some new recruits coming in soon. She got up and was walking around her office looking at some of the paperwork.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Y/n turned to her door before yelling 'come in' and the door opened revealing Hawk.

"Hawk, how was the first day?"

"Good, I wanted to come a give you these," Hawk gave Y/n some wildflower's, it was kind of weird for Y/n, no one has given her flowers before, so she was a little confused.

"Aw~ thanks," she kind of questioned on why he did this. "Why?"

"Because you're nice and I thought maybe we had a good conversation at the training room."

That conversation was about when Samuel's father being in the Military and Samuel's father was kind of Y/n's mentor to lead her to becoming Colonel.

"Oh right, thank you, again," she said, smelling the flowers and placing them on her bookshelf.

KNOCK KNOCK

Y/n didn't even say 'come in' before her door opened and revealed Soap. Y/n's face changed from a smiling face to a disappointed face.

"Did I say you can come in, Soap?"

"No, but I need to talk to you...alone," he said, hinting for Hawk to leave.

"Oh yeah, I can go, see ya, tomorrow, Colonel."

"Of course," she smiled as he left, and she looked at Soap. "What the hell do you want, Soap?"

"Are you married?"

"What!? WHY THE HELL WOULD THAT BE YOUR BUSINESS, SOAP MACTAVISH!!"

"Because you're too buddy-buddy with the new recruit."

"So? I'm just being nice-"

"But you're a bitch to me-"

"EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME!! HOW DARE YOU CALL A SUPORIOR A BITCH, DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW FUCKED UP MAKES YOU FOR SAYING THAT!!?"

"I'm sorry-"

"NO, THE FUCK YOU'RE NOT! IF YOU WERE YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE JOHN MACTAVISH!!" Y/n yelled as she slammed her hand on her desk. Soap has never seen Y/n this mad before, but it was his fault, he did just call her a bitch.

"Colonel-"

"OUT!"

Soap didn't leave, it was almost like taunting Y/n in a way. She came out from behind her desk and grabbed Soap's collar of his shirt.

"GET THE FUCK OUT-" Y/n was cut off by Soap's lips smashing on hers. She was caught off guard by his act.

She pushes herself off of Soap, but he held her close again and kept kissing her lips. Soap opened his eyes to see if she was enjoying it, but she was punching his chest to let her go and he did when he saw she wasn't enjoying it.

"I'm-"

"Fucking save it, Soap. Get out and this...this will never happen again," Y/n said as Soap finally left.

As Soap left Y/n's office. Y/n held her mouth after kissing Soap's lips. She could feel her face was hot and burning from blush running on her cheeks.

"Why the fuck, would he do that?" She whispered under her breath. "That's fucking embarrassing," she mumbled again.

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Soap fell on his back on his bed and looked up at his ceiling and smack his hands on his face feeling embarrassed that he just kissed his Colonel. But it was because he was feeling jealous of Hawk and Y/n talking and laughing with each other.

"I'm such a bad fucking person," Soap mumbled.

"Why?" His roommate asked from his bed.

"Nothing," he said. He didn't want to talk about kissing someone who is his superior.

Soap closed his eyes and was about to sleep. But there was a knock on his door, he got up and opened it seeing.

"Y/n? Why are you-"

"Come with me," she said, walking away and Soap followed close behind her.

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Y/n sat on her desk as Soap shut the door behind him. He walked towards her and looked down at her.

"Colonel-"

"I want you to kiss me again."

"What? Why?"

"Because...I was enjoying it, but I wanted it to stop before anything could happen but...I wanted something to happen, I just-" she was cut off again by Soap's lips on hers again, she closed her eyes, and her hands cupped his face.

Soap was starting to remove his shirt and his hands went up her shirt pulling it over her head and tossed it somewhere in her office, his left hand went behind her back and unhooked her bra with one hand and his hands also started to unbuckle her pants. He pulled them off her legs leaving her in her black panties.

He brought her legs on his waist pulling her the edge of her desk and his lips kissed her neck and she let out a soft moan, he felt honored that she was making her moan. His hands were rough, calloused and cold on her body.

Her nipples hardened from being so cold on her body, he could feel them against his chest and chuckled. He leaned down close to her chest and started to lick her right nipple and his left hand rolled her nipples between his fingers, earning yet a soft moan from her.

"Ah! Ah! W-Wait," he looked up at her.

"Should I stop?" He asked, rolling her nipple again.

"N-No, but ah! Ah!" He smirked and kept licking her nipples and his left hand slowly moved down to her panties. He pushed aside the panties and slowly pushed in his fingers.

Y/n looked down at his fingers moving in and out of her, her head went back. Soap's mouth left her nipple and moved down with his fingers still pushing in and out of her.

He licked his lips and kissed her bud and licking between her folds. He then moved his fingers from inside of her and pulled her panties down till they were completely off her body.

His tongue went back to licking between her folds, he then started to suck on her clit and his tongue started to push in and out of her. She moaned and her hand went to the back of his head wanting him to keep going faster and stay at her clit so she could cum.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n!"

"Price," she moans.

Soap stopped and they both scabbled to get their clothes on. Y/n got her clothes back on and sat on her chair, Soap was under her desk and pulled her pants and panties back off.

"Soap-"

"Can I come in?" Price asked.

"Come in," Y/n smacked Soap's hands away but he put his mouth back on her clit. She moaned but quickly stopped when Price walked in.

"What?" She moans.

"Wanted to talk about, Hawk."

"Like?" She squeezed her mouth shut as her hand went back to the back of Soap's head.

"He was top of the academy," Price was talking but Y/n wasn't listening, she was too focused on Soap's mouth making her feel good. His fingers went inside of her as he was also eating her out, she wanted to moan at the top of her lungs, but she couldn't.

"R-Right...I understand," she told Price.

Soap smirked and could tell she was close to coming. He felt her squeeze around his tongue. She let out a breathy moan and Price was confused.

"Everything good?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just...tired..." she lied. Soap was under her licking her cum off her lower half.

"Right. I'll leave you be and get some sleep."

"Thanks, Price. See you tomorrow," she said as Price walked out and Soap came out from under her desk.

"You did so well," he said.

"Never...do that again," she said as Soap just smirked and kissed her lips.

"Do what again? Kiss you? Finger you? Or fuck you?" He teased.

"You know, I don't need to explain it to you, fuck boy."

"Fuck boy? Is that how we're playing it now? Okay." He smirks.

"What? What will you do?"

"You know," he goes back under her desk and kissed her clit and went back to eating her out.

"Ah!" She moans.

"But," he pulls away earning a groan from her. "You don't deserve round two, only just one round...suffer, baby girl."

"Fuck off, Soap."

"Never..." He smirks before kissing her lips again. "I have to get going, but I'll see you tomorrow."

[cryptidclaw]

Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!

Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is! 

This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place! 

I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!

Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!

below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!

EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!

Animals

Mammal

Badger

Bat

Bear

Beaver

Bison

Boar

Buck

Calf

Cow

Deer

Elk

Fawn

Ferret

Fox

Goat

Hare

Horse

Lamb

Lynx

Marten

Mole

Mouse

Otter

Rabbit

Rat

Seal

Sheep

Shrew

Squirrel

Stoat

Vole

Weasel

Wolf

Wolverine

Amphibians

Frog

Newt

Toad

Reptiles

Scale

Adder

Lizard

Snake

Turtle

Shell

Birds

Bird

Down

Feather

Albatross

Bittern

Buzzard

Chaffinch

Chick

Chicken

Coot

Cormorant

Corvid

Crane

Crow

Curlew

Dove

Duck

Dunlin

Eagle

Egret

Falcon

Finch

Gannet

Goose

Grouse

Gull

Hawk

Hen

Heron

Ibis

Jackdaw

Jay

Kestrel

Kite

Lark

Magpie

Mallard

Merlin

Mockingbird

Murrelet

Nightingale

Osprey

Owl

Partridge

Pelican

Peregrine

Petrel

Pheasant

Pigeon

Plover

Puffin

Quail

Raven

Robin

Rook

Rooster

Ruff

Shrike

Snipe

Sparrow

Starling

Stork

Swallow

Swan

Swift

Tern

Thrasher

Thrush

Vulture

Warbler

Whimbrel

Wren

Freshwater Fish 

Fish

Bass

Bream 

Carp

Dace

Eel

Lamprey

Loach

Minnow

Perch

Pike

Rudd

Salmon

Sterlet

Tench

Trout

Roach

Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)

Alge

Barnacle

Bass (Saltwater version)

Bream (Saltwater version)

Brill

Clam

Cod

Crab

Dolphin

Eel (Saltwater version)

Flounder

Garfish

Halibut

Kelp

Lobster

Mackerel

Mollusk

Orca

Prawn

Ray

Seal

Shark

Shrimp

Starfish

Sting

Urchin

Whale

Insects and Arachnids

Honey

Insect

Web

Ant

Bee

Beetle

Bug

Butterfly

Caterpillar

Cricket

Damselfly

Dragonfly

Fly

Grasshopper

Grub

Hornet

Maggot

Moth

Spider

Wasp

Worm

Trees

Acorn

Bark

Branch

Forest

Hollow

Log

Root

Stump

Timber

Tree

Twig

Wood

Alder

Apple

Ash

Aspen

Beech

Birch

Cedar

Cherry

Chestnut

Cypress

Elm

Fir

Hawthorn

Hazel

Hemlock

Linden

Maple

Oak

Pear

Poplar

Rowan

Redwood

Spruce

Willow

Yew

Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants

Berry

Blossom

Briar

Field

Flower

Leaf

Meadow

Needle

Petal

Shrub

Stem

Thicket

Thorn

Vine

Anemone 

Apricot

Barley 

Bellflower

Bluebell

Borage

Bracken

Bramble

Briar

Burnet

Buttercup

Campion

Chamomile

Chanterelle

Chicory

Clover

Cornflower

Daffodil

Daisy

Dandelion

Dogwood

Fallow

Fennel

Fern

Flax

Foxglove

Furze

Garlic

Ginger

Gorse

Grass

Hay

Heather

Holly

Honeysuckle

Hop

Hyacinth

Iris

Ivy

Juniper

Lavender

Lichen

Lilac

Lilly

Mallow

Marigold

Mint

Mistletoe

Moss

Moss

Mushroom

Nettle

Nightshade

Oat

Olive

Orchid

Parsley

Periwinkle

Pine

Poppy

Primrose

Privet

Raspberry

Reed

Reedmace

Rose

Rush

Rye

Saffron

Sage

Sedge

Seed

Snowdrop

Spindle

Strawberry

Tangerine

Tansy

Teasel

Thistle

Thrift

Thyme

Violet

Weed

Wheat

Woodruff

Yarrow

Rocks and earth

Agate

Amber

Amethyst

Arch

Basalt

Bounder

Cave

Chalk

Coal

Copper

Dirt

Dust

Flint

Garnet

Gold

Granite

Hill

Iron

Jagged

Jet

Mountain

Mud

Peak

Pebble

Pinnacle

Pit

Quartz

Ridge

Rock

Rubble

Ruby

Rust(y)

Sand

Sapphire

Sediment

Silt

Silver

Slate

Soil

Spire

Stone

Trench

Zircon

Water Formations

Bay

Cove

Creek

Delta

Lake

Marsh

Ocean

Pool

Puddle

River

Sea

Water

Weather and such

Autumn

Avalanche

Balmy

Blaze

Blizzard

Breeze

Burnt

Chill

Cinder

Cloud

Cold

Dew

Drift

Drizzle

Drought

Dry

Ember

Fall

Fire

Flame

Flood

Fog

Freeze

Frost

Frozen

Gale

Gust

Hail

Ice

Icicle

Lightening

Mist

Muggy

Rain 

Scorch

Singe

Sky

Sleet

Sloe

Smoke

Snow

Snowflake

Soot

Sorrel

Spark

Spring

Steam

Storm

Summer

Sun

Thunder

Water

Wave

Wet

Wind

Winter

Celestial??

Comet

Dawn

Dusk

Evening 

Midnight

Moon

Morning

Night

Noon

Twilight

Cat Features, Traits, and Misc. 

Azure

Beige

Big

Black

Blonde

Blotch(ed)

Blue

Bounce

Bright 

Brindle

Broken

Bronze

Brown

Bumble

Burgundy

Call

Carmine

Claw

Cobalt

Cream

Crimson

Cry

Curl(y)

Dapple

Dark

Dot(ted)

Dusky

Ebony

Echo

Fallen

Fleck(ed)

Fluffy

Freckle

Ginger

Golden

Gray

Green

Heavy

Kink

Knot(ted)

Light

Little

Lost

Loud

Marbled

Mew

Milk

Mottle

Mumble

Ochre

Odd

One

Orange

Pale

Patch(ed)

Pounce 

Prickle

Ragged

Red

Ripple

Rough

Rugged

Russet

Scarlet

Shade

Shaggy

Sharp

Shimmer

Shining

Small

Smudge

Soft

Song

Speckle

Spike

Splash

Spot(ted)

Streak

Stripe(d)

Strong

Stump(y)

Sweet

Tall

Talon

Tangle

Tatter(ed)

Tawny

Tiny

Tough

Tumble

Twist

Violet

Whisker

Whisper

White

Wild

Wooly

Yellow

[tarotenvelhecida]

pick a card– which book speaks to your soul?

You read something which you thought only happened to you, and you discover that it happened 100 years ago to Dostoyevsky. This is a very great liberation for the suffering, struggling person, who always thinks that he is alone. This is why art is important.

—Conversations with James Baldwin.

this is my love letter to all the bookworms in the tarot community— pick a pile & i'll give you a list of genres + book suggestions carrying important messages to you.

I. THE FIRST

To the daydreamers and the escapists; to the ones that need to rest before following what you need follow.

RELEVANT GENRES & CONCEPTS– fiction in general; romance; fantasy; fairytale; poetry; ‘happy ever after’ endings; hopeful endings; fantasy; magic; dreamy.

AUTHORS – Ursula K. Le Guin; Louise Gluck; Mary Oliver; Jane Austen.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘The Paper Garden: An Artist Begins Her Life’s Work at 72 – Molly Peacock'

‘Good Bones – Maggie Smith’

‘If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho – Translation by Anne Carson’

‘Owls and Other Fantasies – Mary Oliver’

‘Dog Songs – Mary Oliver’

‘Emma – Jane Austen’

‘Howl’s Moving Castle – Diana Wynne Jones’

‘The Little Prince – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’

‘Death Comes for the Archbishop – Willa Cather’

‘Sonnets from the Portuguese – Elizabeth Barrett Browning’

‘The Hawk and the Dove – Penelope Wilcock’

‘The Secret Life of the Lonely Doll: The Search for Dare Wright’

‘The Ink Dark Moon – Ono no Komachi & Izumi Shikibu’

‘Alice in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll’

‘The Letters of Vita Sackville-West and Virginia Woolf’

‘Little Women – Louisa May Alcott’

‘Anne of Green Gables – L.M. Montgomery’

‘Kissing the Witch: Old Tales in New Skins – Emma Donoghue’

II. THE SECOND

For the ones that carry the ache to learn and know everything; to the ones bored with life's commodities & seriousness. For the ones that question everything around them – as they should do.

You do not need to fit in. Don't change yourself for other people. If they want to see you this way, then become the proud witch in the edge of the woods.

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AUTHORS– Carmen Maria Machado, Kate Moore, Grady Hendrix.

BOOKS FOR YOU–

‘My Sister, The Serial Killer – Oyinkan Braithwaite'

‘The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and Other Clinical Tales – Oliver Sacks'

‘St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves – Karen Russell'

‘Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife – Mary Roach’

‘The Hitchhiker Guide to Galaxy – Douglas Adams'

‘Inferno – Dante Alighieri'

'Magic for Beginners – Kelly Link'

‘Lace Bone Beast: Poems & Other Fairytales for Wicked Girls – N.L. Shompole'

‘Severed: A History of Heads Lost and Heads Found – Frances Larson’

'The Woman They Could Not Silence – Kate Moore'

‘The Dictionary of Lost Words – Pip Williams'

‘She Kills Me: The True Stories of History’s Deadliest Women – Jennifer Wright’

‘Anatomy: A Love Story – Dana Schwartz'

‘Pretty Dead Queens – Alexa Donne'

‘I’m Glad My Mom Died – Jennette McCurdy'

'Rabid: A Cultural History of the World's Most Diabolical Virus – Bill Wasik'

‘Chilling Adventures of Sabrina – Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa’

III. THE THIRD

You need to put your sadness somewhere. If you can't, remember that someone has done it before – and transformed it into a story. Let the words you'll read be the resting place for whatever you're feeling right now; let yourself remember that not even your pain is lonely in this world.

RELEVANT GENRES AND CONCEPTS— poetry; gothic horror; thrillers; murder mysteries; tragedies; cathartic stories; biographies.

AUTHORS– Shirley Jackson, Osamu Dazai, Clarice Lispector, Sylvia Plath.

BOOKS FOR YOU—

'The Year of Magical Thinking – Joan Didion'

‘The Dead – James Joyce'

‘What The Living Do – Marie Howe'

‘The Hour of the Star – Clarice Lispector'

‘Why This World: A Biography of Clarice Lispector’

‘Some of Us Did Not Die – June Jordan'

Somewhere Towards the End – Diana Athill'

‘We Have Always Lived in The Castle – Shirley Jackson'

'Heaven: A Novel – Mieko Kawakami'

'Journal of a Solitude – May Sarton'

'Jane Eyre – Charlotte Bronte'

'Grief is the Thing with Feathers – Max Porter'

‘Carrie – Stephen King'

'Of Dogs and Walls – Yuko Tsushima'

'Frankenstein – Mary Shelley'

'The Stepping Off Place – Cameron Kelly'

'Letters to Milena – Franz Kafka'

‘Beloved – Toni Morrison'

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bshsjsksk I've never written smut before so I hope this doesnt read as awkward lmao. (I kinda struggled halfway through so I'm sorry if the quality all of a sudden goes down the drain 🥲 i wrote this very late into the night)

Enjoy!

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NSFW below the cut!

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The post-mission adrenaline crash hits them hard. As soon as the team had returned to base, a hushed scatter of dragging feet had set the tone of their night.

For Ghost, he's high-strung, left on edge from today's most recent failures. He thinks he can still hear gunfire in the background of the night, and if he closes his eyes and lets his mind wander, he sees the poignant look of fear as the person he reaches for is just a little bit too out of grasp, and their screams etch jagged scars into his brain. 

There's a tension in his bones that vibrates through his nerves, begging for reprieve, and he needs it gone—right now.

That's what makes him seek out the sergeant, finding him lounged against the corridor walls and hurriedly yanking the other into Ghost's quarters, pressing his body up against the door with rough hands and a stormy mind.

The sergeant doesn't protest, only reciprocates with the same ferocity as his lieutenant, filling the quiet with their two desperate breaths and lewd whispers.

"I need you," Ghost had groaned, face buried in the crook of Roach's neck, sinking deep reds onto marred but soft skin. Roach's breath had hitched, and the fingers latched tightly onto the lieutenant had only dug deeper. 

It was all the confirmation Ghost needed before he begins stripping the younger out of his gear. Fast and desperate, like two teenagers at risk of getting caught by their parents, and technically, that wasn't too far from the truth.

His hands move mechanically, and there's a despondency that begins to fizzle into his head as he unclasps each and every clip on Roach's armour till he's just in his standard shirt and pants. There's a heavy cloud over his head that pushes him into that ugly, uncaring side of himself—the part of him that tries to make all the good things in his life meaningless, detached. 

He feels the roughness behind his actions as his hands roam free over the sergeant's body. He feels like he's in a trance, familiar and lifeless, as his mind only chases for the ultimate pleasure that only serves to temporarily halt his turmoil. 

This means nothing, he tells himself.

He expects the same in return—secretly begs for it in his mind so that this can all be just another vapid memory added to the list of casual hook-ups. But when Roach goes to take off his clothing, it's slow and gentle, unlike Ghost's brazen want. Roach moves like they have all the time in the world like this means something—represents more than what their activity depicts on the surface level. And Ghost—he feels disquieted. 

The sergeant is methodical when he takes off Ghost's vest, pausing every so often to look at him and smile. Ghost's heart stutters and the greys in his head recede just a little more.

When it's just his undershirt and pants left, Roach gives him a soft push backwards, seating him down on the edge of his bed.

Ghost's eyes never leave Roach, watching closely like a hawk as the other climbs atop him and firmly grasps his chin, tilting it upwards.

"You think too much," he signs lightly. And before Ghost can respond, confident lips meet his own unprepared ones, and his disordered mind goes quiet.

With his balaclava rolled up to his nose, Roach holds the sides of his face as they kiss like longtime lovers, and there's a fierce burn in his chest that ignites hotter the longer they're connected.

When Roach pulls away, Ghost chases after him, high on the feel of the other's touch. His hands come up to encircle Roach's waist, keeping him firmly close and fervid against himself.

The sergeant's hands come to hold his face again, except instead of leaning in, he stares. His piercing green strikes Ghost immobile, but he recognizes what that look on the other's face means—he's picking him apart, trying to gauge what's going on in Ghost's head.

Ghost tries to avert his gaze, doing so by surging up, trying to capture Roach's lips once again, but Roach sees the action for what it is and pulls away, keeping his hold strong on Ghost. It forces him to look directly at the other.

"Are you ok?" he whispers, and it's soft—so gentle that a hard wall inside of him cracks just a little. Roach's face conveys one of searching concern, and Ghost feels pinned, flayed open at the mercy of those eyes.

He squeezes his eyes shut, shaking his head stiffly as his hands dig deeper into Roach's hips.

"I just-" he croaks, "I just need you."

Roach's eyes narrow, and Ghost lets a sliver of vulnerability slip through the cracks—just a tiny push. "Please," he whispers, and he can see in real-time how Roach's expression falls, a sad smile pulling meekly onto his mouth, and he nods.

Ghost kisses him—hard. This is familiar. If he's in control, he can't let those lingering terrors plague his thoughts. The sooner he can get this going, the sooner he can distract himself. He thrusts up into Roach, feeling the heat of the other on top of him, and the younger groans into the kiss as the two grind against each other, needy and fervent.

Hands push down squarely on his chest until he's forced to lay back. When he looks forward to Roach, the other smiles warmly and begins to work at his zipper. 

"Let me take care of you." 

And it takes everything in Ghost not to crumble at those words.

Roach palms at his erection, still confined in his boxers, and Ghost wants to kick him.

"Stop teasing."

He's met with a cheeky grin. "Stop teasing?" the other signs demurely. "You mean like this?" 

A warm hand suddenly grasps his length, and Ghost's breath hitches, making the humour in Roach's gaze grow.

"Oh, piss off you-"

The hand tightens, stroking confidently up and down, melting the words on Ghost's tongue immediately. 

Bastard.

It's been a while since they've done this. Missions have become more frequent and dire as the war rages on, and Ghost hasn't gotten a chance to get laid—to expel the stress.

He wants to say that's the reason why his stomach swoops so violently as the sergeant slowly takes him into his mouth, gaze never leaving Ghost's as he swallows him deeper.

God, he can't deny it; Roach knows how to take him apart. His eyes make Ghost feel like pinned-down prey as he sensually swirls his tongue around the tip.

His hand reaches to grasp at Roach's hair, keeping the sergeant in place, but Roach only dips lower, expertly sucking him off at a rhythmic pace that punches deep groans out of Ghost.

He bucks his hips upwards as Roach meets him halfway, setting an exhilarating pace that forces Ghost to concentrate on not finishing right into the sergeant's mouth. He wants this night to last.

He pulls Roach off his cock, leaving a string of saliva that Ghost immediately swipes across the other's lips. It makes the heat inside of him grow.

"Get on the bed."

Roach wastes zero time obeying, laying across the same spot that Ghost had previously occupied.

Shedding his cargos, he grabs the lube on the bedside table, fully seating himself between Roach's now bare legs as he drenches his fingers.

As he circles Roach's entrance, he leans forward, waiting for the exact moment the other's mouth hangs open as his finger breaches into heat, capturing lips in a hungry kiss, and Roach leans into it enthusiastically. 

He adds another digit, awaiting for the stuttered breathing that will follow, and he curls his fingers, watching closely as Roach's back arches off the bed like a puppet.

The other scoffs, locks of hair falling in front of his eyes. Ghost wants to brush them away.

"Now, who's teasing."

A smile pulls at his face as he adds a third, and he revels in knowing that he's the one wringing those noises, those expressions out of Roach—revels in knowing he's the only one who knows how to make the other feel this good.

When Ghost pulls out, moving to lube himself up, Roach's hands come to press on his shoulders, a leg coming up to hook around his middle, effectively flipping their positions in a swift and practiced maneuver.

With Roach on top, he can see the smugness that paints his features, a nimble hand caressing up his torso to sit at his chest.

"I said I'd take care of you," Roach leans down to whisper low in his ear before Ghost can protest, and a shiver runs down his spine, pooling arousal at the base of his cock.

The sergeant takes him in hand and, just like before, never moves his sights from the lieutenant's face as he guides the head of his cock to his entrance, sinking slowly down until Ghost is fully sheathed inside of him.

Their combined groans mingle together into heavy breaths. 

Ghost's hands climb to grip hard at Roach's hips. A choked moan threatens to spill once the sergeant begins moving, his heat all-encapsulating and enticing.

He sits up so he can better hold Roach in his lap, roaming hands gripping tight on the back of the sergeant's shirt. He pushes his hips upwards, setting a brutal pace and eliciting a series of gasps that only encourage him to move faster.

He wants to lose himself in this. Be buried inside this warmth forever, anything to take him away from the battles he'll be thrown back into once he leaves this room.

He scrunches his eyes shut, trying to focus only on the building pressure below. But despite his efforts, the storm cloud slowly creeps back into the cracks of his brain, along with the distant screams that follow with it. Eyes too young to display such fear watch him from the depths of his mind, and suddenly, Ghost can't get it out.

Two taps to his shoulder.

His eyes fling open, thrusts halting immediately. 

The concern is back, more intense than before.

"What's wrong?"

Ghost inhales, taking in how genuinely worried the sergeant looks—how quickly he had noticed Ghost's inner turmoil.

"I-" he swallows, words weighing like bricks in his throat.

He doesn't want to talk about it, doesn't want to even spare a grain of space in his mind for images that will spiral him deep into disruption. It's why he'd even sought out the sergeant in the first place. This was just supposed to be another meaningless fuck.

But a part of him knew it wasn't going to be so easy, not with Roach. Not with someone who takes one glance at him, mask and all, and immediately knows which weak points to aim for to leave him an exposed, vulnerable mess.

He supposes he should've known this would happen—wonders if, deep in his subconscious, he had hoped for something more to come out of this.

Fingers gently grasp his hand, lifting it slowly, hesitantly, as if Ghost would run at the slightest hint of comfort.

Soft lips come to kiss at his knuckles, one by one, and it's so—kind. The contrast between Roach's lips and the scars that run down Ghost's hand feels undeserving, like such good things are ought to be for people like him.

"When people grow up in ugly homes, they can only assume everything in the world is ugly, including themselves."

It was something Roach had said to him offhandedly after a particular deployment. Although back then, Ghost hadn't understood where it came from. 

He'd thought it had something to do with the mission they had just returned from. One that—similarly to today's—had left the task force a shaken crowd of solemn faces.

He remembers it clear as day. He and Roach had been the first at the scene, gazing upon the aftermath of what could only be described as a brutal execution—one that left an innocent family limp at their feet, like bloody ragdolls.

The sole survivor, a boy no older than twelve, had sat at the centre of it all, looking no more alive than the ashen bodies surrounding his small frame.

It was a disturbingly familiar sight, and Ghost had left that mission quieter than usual.

Now, though, he thinks he knows why Roach had said it. It's for the same reason why Ghost was thinking of such a phrase at a time like this—for comfort, reassurance.

Roach had recognized then how that mission had messed with Ghost's head, just as he recognized how today's mission had messed with him further.

Ghost takes a deep breath, calming the violent sea in his mind. 

"Sorry," he breathes out, looking Roach square in the eyes with what he hopes is a genuine, small smile. "Just all up in my head."

Roach's thumb swipes back and forth at the palm of Ghost's hand—a grounding sensation despite how miniscule it is. A small smile reflects back on his face, a wisp of a concession.

We'll talk about this after.

Ghost rolls them over so that Roach is now under him. By the look of exasperation, the other had probably been expecting this. 

"This is a two-way tango, bug. Let me return the favour."

There's enthusiasm in the arms that drape around his neck, and Ghost begins to pick up where they left off.

With Roach laid under him, Ghost's fingers crawl up his stomach to lift off the other's shirt, exposing him fully to the lieutenant. In response, Roach tugs at Ghost's own shirt, a challenging glint in his eye that Ghost readily accepts, leaving the two fully bare for each other.

Ghost is gentler this time when he pushes back in, making sure not to be as rough as he was before. Roach takes him in easily, whining softly as Ghost's hips snap to hit that sweet spot. It shouldn't affect him how well they fit together, and not just in bed, but in a warzone, too.

He tries not to let his thoughts wander again, and instead, thinks of Roach—Roach and how he's splayed underneath him, how his touches feel like they burn the skin off his flesh, how even without a voice, his words stick in Ghost's mind like unwilling tattoos.

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"You think all these terrible things that have happened to you define who you are. They don't."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know you."

In the haze of pleasurable bliss, a thought weighs sudden and heart-stuttering. 

I love him.

He loves him.

And it's more than just the sex. It's the way those brown curls splay out on the bed like a halo—the same curls he'd run his fingers through countless times during leisure hours. It's the kiss-swollen lips that smile warmly at him every morning at breakfast. It's the strong arms currently wrapped around his neck that aid him in battle with their assured grip and expertise and the fingers that softly grasp Ghost's own when they have fleeting moments of tenderness on the battlefield. It's the way that when Ghost looks at the man before him, there's a part of him deep down that knows what this is, a part of him that thinks of green eyes and gentle smiles, and he wants.

He stares down at Roach, beautiful and wrecked and gazes at the scars that embroider his person. Ghost traces his fingers softly on the large gash decorating the left hip. An ugly knife wound, he remembers. He helped stitch that one. The mark beside that one—a bullet not fully penetrated, but Ghost had been there when the shot had hit its mark, and it had terrified him at that moment.

The arms around him release, and then hands come to rest delicately on his face. Green eyes watch him, glassy from their intimate activity but strong in their tender gaze.

This is so much different than his usual hook-ups—the rough, quick-fucks he'd indulge himself in over the years as a way of forcing out the accumulative tension from his stressful lifestyle. But when he's with Roach, it's gentle, it's slow, and, dare he say it, loving. Ghost can't help himself as his hips slow to a stop, and his eyes move towards Roach's face.

His hand grabs recklessly at his mask, pulling it off with a haste he hasn't felt in a long time.

Roach's eyes widen. His partner's desperate pants have halted as well, and he looks straight up at Ghost, gaze shocked with an underlayer of hope.

"I love you."

Ghost feels nervous in his own skin, uncharted emotion rubbing hotly inside his chest, foreign and wild. But Gary inches his face closer, and immediately, those biting fears dissipate, leaving his mind completely once Gary pulls their lips together in a tender kiss. 

It's the sweetest he's ever had. Completely unlike the past frustratingly-charged snogs he'd shared with past willing fucks.

When they break apart, Gary looks high, pupils blown wide, and lips a swollen red. Ghost suspects he doesn't look much different. 

"I love you, Simon," he whispers, awed.

And the sharp zing of warmth shoots straight down to his groin, where they're still connected, and he groans. 

The legs wrapped around his middle squeeze tighter, and Ghost understands, picking up where he left off and speeding up his pace once more.

Roach's head falls back, eyes squeezed shut as Ghost drives them closer to the edge. 

His heart stutters as he watches Roach closely. He wants this, he wants more, he wants—

A hand on his heart.

"You think too much."

Ghost exhales, watching Roach closely, watching every minute change in expression. He notices how his breathing hitches when Ghost hits that sweet spot, notices how the other likes it when Ghost strokes his hair, notices how his nose scrunches up when he's concentrating on something hard. 

It's not just sex. He knows all the little details about Roach without even having to look. Like when the other taps his pencil on his right thigh but only on the right, like when Roach drinks hot tea and always blows twice before taking a sip, like how there are calluses on his index and middle finger on his dominant hand from writing in his journal, and one on his left index from handling his gun.

I'm thinking about you.

But Ghost doesn't say it out loud; only aims to show what his mind yearns to spill.

He intertwines his hand with Roach's and kisses him feverishly as his hips pull sweet gasps out of Roach's mouth.

He's getting close. Ghost can feel it as Roach clenches tighter around him, and it takes everything in him not to let go right now.

No, he wants to watch Roach spill over the edge first; wants to watch the other fall into the pleasurable bliss brought by Ghost's own doing.

"Come for me, bug," he whispers lowly, and he knows that's all it'll take.

There's a final, strangled whimper before the other spasms and arches beneath him, eyes rolling back as he rides through his orgasm, shaky breaths filling the silence of the room. Ghost drinks in every bit of the sight before him, fuelling his own chase towards the end.

A hand roams his face. The affection on Roach's face is so overwhelming it gives him butterflies.

"Beautiful," Roach mouths.

And Ghost groans as his own orgasm overtakes him, unloading into Roach. Their collective moans are cut short when Roach goes in for one more kiss as Ghost basks in the aftermath of his climax.

This could have never been a casual hook-up, not with Roach. Even with all the past times they've done this, it'd only served to make Ghost hungrier each time for something more. 

It was just unfortunate a mental spiral was what pushed him to spit it out.

Now, as the two of them lay together in bed, Roach softly carding fingers through Ghost's hair, he can only think of what a fool he was for assuming he could prolong those hidden desires in his chest. 

"Do you want to talk about it?"

They'd hastily cleaned up the mess they'd made and thrown on simple clothes, with Roach borrowing one of Ghost's shirts.

It feels oddly domestic, and despite his earlier confession, Ghost can't help but feel scared. 

"Sorry," he swallows, "if I hurt you earlier."

He's deflecting—just a little bit. He knows they have to talk about it, but he wants to sit inside this safe threshold just a little longer.

Beside him, Roach shakes his head.

"You didn't hurt me," he reassures, letting a minute grin slip through, "it's not like you haven't been rougher in the past."

Ghost huffs, his own lips betraying amusement, but he averts Roach's eyes and looks to the ceiling.

He can't keep holding it all in; feels like he at least owes it to Roach—attentive and caring, Roach—what was bothering him.

"It was the girl."

It's not a question, so Roach must've been sure that was it. 

As usual, he was right.

"I was so close." He was. He was right there at the edge of the window. If he'd just been a little quicker–

"It's not your fault, Simon."

He can't help but sigh. He knows that. But there's a part of him, the irrational shadow of himself that looks suspiciously like a little boy, curses him for his incompetence. 

And it's not just the blame; it's the principle of his role as a soldier. If he can't save one little girl, what good is he? 

To serve and protect. If he can't even do that for a stranger, how does he expect to do it for the people he cares about?

In the dim light, he can just make out the grim line of Roach's mouth.

There's nothing the other can really say to make this all better. Regardless of everything, Ghost’s mind will always remain a wasteland of accusatory what-ifs. But-

"I...I meant what I said, though. Earlier."

And even with the sombre fog set over his mind, Roach's smile still manages to make it all just a little more bearable.

"Me, too."

He's scared. There's another reason why his failure today hit him so viscerally. When he stares back at Roach, he feels the phantom fear that imprints like a shadow behind his eyelids, with green eyes that fall into an abyss Ghost isn't fast enough to reach for.

It could be him one day that you don't catch, his ugly thoughts say.

But before he can further fuel those anxieties, Roach pulls him close, resting Ghost's head under his chin.

"You think too much," he mutters, running his fingers through Ghost's hair.

Ghost sighs, closing his eyes and leaning further into the embrace. He feels—safe.

Trust Roach to soften the blows of everything horrible in his life. 

There are more things to say, more things they need to establish with this newfound step in their relationship, more fears that Ghost needs to acknowledge head-on.

But for now, he's happy to stay like this, in the arms of someone he knows he can trust.

Tomorrow, they’ll leave the safety of this room and be thrown back into the uncertainty of their fragile lives; however, the other side of his door no longer feels so daunting, not when he has this.

As his mind drifts slowly away into the lulling arms of sleep, he feels Roach hold him tighter.

"One day," Roach begins to whisper, and it's soft—wishful-sounding, "I hope you'll be able to accept that you're more than just your shortcomings, like how I see you."

For the first of many nights, his mind is at peace.

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Pairing: Izzy Hands x gn!reader

Synopsis: Some bad habits are hard to break, and despite his best attempts to be kind, Izzy still manages to mess things up between you.

A/N: And we are back with the second chapter! Thank you for giving this fanfiction a chance. Every like and reblog means the world to me.

Content Warning: Self-depricating inner monologues, reference to the Kraken's torment and torture in Season 2, mutual pining and Izzy being a dick. This series is 18+, so minors dni. Go away (politely).

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It had to be noted that, the First Mate of the Revenge was indeed, a man of few words. And the few words that left his lips, were usually either a command or a curse. Though that was not quite strictly true when it came to addressing someone such as yourself. It had not gone unnoticed by the crew that, there was a certain softening of Izzy's tone, whenever he addressed you directly. His curses were said more in jest, than in true anger and there was something akin to fondness in his gaze, as he stared at you for longer than what was considered appropriate from a friend.

While some called Buttons a Sea Witch, perhaps it was you, who was the true magic wielder. Had you not ensnared the First Mate with your powers of compassion and competency? Though you sang no siren song like Swede, you had managed to captivate the mind and heart of the most austere person on the Revenge. If that were not the work of sorcery, then what else coukd it be?

Even now, as Izzy patrolled the deck, barking his usual commands and vulgar threats, there was no denying he kept glancing at the entrance to the hull, where you would be found within the ship's kitchen, helping Roach plan ahead for the upcoming storm.

"I mean look at him, the man's like a lovesick puppy." Lucius scoffed, as he watched the silver-haired pirate like a hawk, scrutinising over every movement and twitch with a level of surveillance that would put even the keenest-eyed night watcher to shame.

Cringing at the verbal observation, Oluwande dared to look in the general direction of the First Mate, whom had thankfully, not seemed to have paid attention to the scribe's declaration. "Sssh, Lucius. He'll hear you."

"Yeah, babe. I love you but you gotta keep your voice down." Pete agreed, taking the rope from his betrothed and making quick work of the shirked task, seeming happy enough to complete the work for them both.

Smirking at the horrified reactions, Lucius looked like a cat who had gotten the cream. Since his lover had taken charge of securing some nearby barrels, he took the opportunity to light himself a cigarette. "Good. I want him too because then, maybe if he does, he'll grow a pair of balls and actually do something about the situation."

"Have they seriously not confessed anything to each other yet?" Archie questioned, genuinely surprised that it had taken you both so long to finally couple up. In the same amount of time, she herself had managed to acquire two partners. Your dire situation did cause the pirate to question whetger or not you were absolutely useless when it came to the matter of love.

"Not according to (y/n), no."

"I wish they'd hurry up. I've got good money riding on them getting together before the next full moon." Wee John grumbled, as he carried a barrel passed the gossiping group. He had invested several coins into the outcome of your poorly-timed love life and by he'll or by high water, he was going to get a good return on his investment- even if it meant locking you and Izzy in the store cupboard himself. Hell, he'd shove you both into a burlap sack, if he thought it would boost his chances on winning the bet.

"You and me both." Archie scoffed.

He could hear them. Not clearly enough to make out what they were saying but enough to hear the sound of constant nattering. It was incessant, irritating. Like having tge constant buzz of a pesky wasp in you vicinity. Izzy longed for his days on the Queen Anne, where tge crew we focused on work, not idle chatter. Judging by the way that Lucius fellow kept glaring at him, the First Mate surmised that he was the topic of conversation. "Oi! You lot," he yelled, having finally reached the end of his patience. "I told you to prep the ship, not stand around gossiping like washer women!" leaning heavily against the railing, Izzy let out a string of curse words. Whilst not a religious man, he did ask whatever deity was listening, to give him strength and the will power to not throw someone overboard. "Fucking useless."

"Hey, Izzy."

He tensed at that familiar sound, that voice that never failed to stir something dark and wonderful within his soul. It brought to life a part of him he thought permanently dead. Turns out, it was just in a state of dormancy, waiting to be awakened at the right time. Or, at least of Izzy, the right person. "Aren't you supposed to be helping Roach lock down the pantry?" to an untrained ear, his lack of greeting might have sounded barbed and unwelcoming but you knew him better than that. The silver-haired pirate might have even gone so far as to say, you were the only one who knew him as well as himself.

The average person started a conversation with 'hello' but your dear Israel Hands was less conventional in his approach. "Yeah, we just finished. Oh, I brought you some tea. Thought you might appreciate it." you offered him one of the steaming cups of tea in yiur grasp. With a word of thanks, you both took a moment to savour the first sip, letting the warmth run through your veins and stave of tge slight chill in the air. "How's it going up here?"

"We'll be dead in the water come daybreak, if this lot don't do their fucking job right!" he all but screamed the final part of the sentence, easily earning himself a chorus of 'fuck off, Iggy' and 'we're doing our best here, dude!'

Your cheshire cat grin only grew, as you relished in the harmless feud between the crew and the First Mate. "Wow, that good, huh?" you teased, nudging Izzy with your elbow.

"Can you go down there and help 'em when you're finished with your tea? I need someone with half a braincell to check the sails are secured properly." he implored, pinching the bridge of his nose, as a migraine already started to form. Already feeling overwhelmed, the last thing Izzy needed was to add 'check the twats had correctly prepped the rigging' to his never-ending list of chores.

Sensing his palpable stress, you were quick to place a gentle hand on his shoulder in reassurance. Though public displays of affection were not common between you both, you speculated that since the pirate had not flinched but in fact, leaned into your touch, that he was comfortable with the gesture. "No problem, boss." his returned smile did not quite meet his eyes but a win was a win. You had at least eased Izzy of one burden. "How bad is the storm looking?"

When your hand eventually dropped from his arm, it took everything in Izzy's power to keep his voice steady, as he gave an answer to your question. Oh, how he longed to take your hand in his and place it back in his arm, so that he may feel your gentle warmth through the material of his shirt once more. "If Ed's calculations are correct, which they usually are, then...bad."

"Sounds like it'll be fun." you sighed, your attention now on the looming, dark grey clouds the besmirched the periwinkle skies with the promise of rain and turmoil.

While you were distracted by the landscape, Izzy was preoccupied by you. That was it, just you. There were not a multitude of opportunities in the day, where the First Mate had the chance to be this close to you. Where he could drink in your appearance, under the guise of merely being invested in your conversation. It felt wrong to him to be so infatuated with someone, who quite frankly, would never return his feelings but he was a starved man. Taking in every moment, every snippet of closeness he could get, until one day, your heart belonged to another.

Sometimes, he liked to delude himself and believe- just for a moment- that your kindness, your patience towards him, were all a hint towards you sharing his adoring sentiments. That perhaps, you could indeed fall for someone so wretched and broken as him.

The illusion never lasted long. Such fairytales of beauties falling so hopelessly in love with a beast were nothing but children's stories. The very same fairytales found in Stede's library, no doubt. And Izzy, well, Izzy was nothing if not a realist. He knew that you only tolerated him because you felt forever in his debt for saving your life. The silver-haired pirate had told you time and time again that you did not owe him anything but being as stubborn as you are, he doubted that you had paid him any mind. "Where are you staying tonight?" he asked, tone softer than he would have liked. Keeping up appearances around you was nearly impossible.

"I'm gonna bunk up with Oluwande, Jim, and Archie. They've got space on the floor of their cabin."

It was a relief, he mused, that at least you would be sleeping somewhere safe tonight, rather than in the communal space with the others. Still, Izzy could not help but wonder what it would be like, to offer you his own cabin to stay in. He would sleep on the floor, of course, he was a gentleman after all- well, that was debatable but he did possess some morals and understanding of social etiquette- and the last thing the pirate would want to do, was force you into an uncomfortable situation but no. Instead, he kept his yearnings to himself and responded in his usually curt manner. "That's good."

"What about you?" you asked, wondering if Izzy had plans on how he was going to ride out the storm. You assumed alone. Although, you felt a pang of jealously towards the non-existent crewmate, who may one day occupy the same living quarters as the man you were hopelessly besotted with. It was silly really, to feel resentment for someone who had not yet joined the team of misfit pirates and yet, it was inevitable that they would soon in the near future, waltz into Izzy's life and give him the love he most deserved. And as much as it pained you to accept your fate, you knew that could never be you.

"What about me?" he shrugged, unaware of your inner turmoil.

Correct, it could never be you who had the privilege to wake up beside him everyday or have the chsnce to call him yours. He would never see you as anything but some wounded creature he had saved from the brink of death. Certainly not worthy of courting the infamous Israel Hands. "Well-"

But before you could answer, Izzy caught sight of something. No, someone watching you both talk. Lucius. Fuck, he loathed that young man. He could not quite fathom what it was about the scribe that made his blood boil but just seeing him standing there, occasionally whispering something to Pete and smirking, as he cast a glance in your general direction, made Izzy see red.

Then it clicked. The oncoming storm. Of course. Those bastards. They knew of his past, thanks to Fang. No doubt they had told you the story too about how as a young sailor, he had not been able to keep down the contents of his stomach during a storm. Fuck, that nicknane too. You must have been revolted by him. Thought him completely and utterly pathetic. "-Look, whatever those twats have been saying, it's not true. I threw up one time-" Izzy began to defend himself, hoping it was not too late to salvage his reputation.

"-Oh, shit. No, I'm not referring to that. Fuck." you were quick to interrupt his rambling explanation. Sure, yeah, you knew the origin of his nickname, Izzy the Spewer but the story had not altered your opinion of the pirate. So, he threw up! Big deal. So had you during your first storm, and no one had bothered to call you, (y/n) the vomiter. "I just know that, storms bring up a lot of memories for some of the crew." you further explained, hoping he woukd catch the underlying meaning behind your words. "If you catch my drift?"

It took a moment but then a flicker of understanding sparked within Izzy's eyes, as he fully understand your insinuation. "Ah."

"Yeah." you smiled meekly, hoping not to trigger any unwanted memories for the pirate. All you wanted was to assure him that, if he needed comfort, you would be more than willing to provide him with comfort and company until the rain ceased and the skies became agate blue once more. "Will...will you be okay? Tonight, that is."

He knew, somewhere deep down. Deep, deep down, that your asking after his wellbeing was not an attack on his character, that you did not view him as weak for what had happened those many moon cycles ago, when the Kraken had stole him of his leg. This was your way of saying, "Hey, I'm here for you. If you need me", right?

Wrong. The poisonous voice of reasoning whispered in his ear, reminding him not to bet soft and be so sentimental. Of course you pitied him. How coukd you not? He was a disgrace. A washed up has been of a legend, who could no longer ride the coat tails of Blackbeard anymore. You were not offering him anything in the way of kindness, you were just reminding him of yet another mistake in his checkered past.

Before he could stop himself, the words left his lips and it was too late to take them back. "I'm not a fucking child, (y/n)." Izzy almost winced at how hurt you looked, as you flinched at his sudden outburst. Each time- and unfortunately, there had been more than one occasion- your pained expression left a lasting scar upon his heart. A fresh wound of regret that bled out over and over again. He did not mean to be this way with you. It was a defence mechanism, not that was much of an excuse really. Izzy should have- no, he did know- better. His sharp tongue was going to drive you away one day and he would only have hinsekf to blame. What's done was done.

There was nothing he could do, except keep up the charade and retire quickly from sight. He did not have to glance in the direction of the crew to know that they had all played witness to the entire exchange. No doubt he would have to sleep with one eye open tonight or maybe Roach would just spit in his food like last time. "Finish your tea and go fucking check the rigging. That's an order."

"Yes, boss." only minutes earlier, that nickname had been fondly used, now it just felt bitter to the taste.

Without another word, the First Mate abandoned your side and disappeared below deck.

Under the guise of work, your friends had been watching the entire exchange through side eye glances or in Lucius's case, just straight up staring.

Though idle hands appeared busy, Pete had in fact, tied the same knot several times. It was important to get everything secured ahead of the storm but in that moment, his mind was distracted. Casting a glance at the love of his life, his suspicions were confirmed, Lucius felt the same way as him- completely and utterly livid on your behalf. "Yeah, you ain't winning that money back, mate." he muttered to a frozen in rage Wee John, who merely stood holding another barrel, looking like he was contemplating throwing it at Izzy.

"Fucks sake, what a dickhead." he hissed, seemingly deciding against the idea, as he placed it with a resounding thud upon the deck.

Lucius could not stand to see you looking so hurt, as you stared longingly after the bastard who had dared upset you. The scribe knew he always teased you about your intense crush on the First Mate but it was during moments like these, where he really had to question what it was that made you so smitten with Izzy the Spewer. The man was volatile and about as pleasant as a cup of cold sick. Worst of all, this was not the first time he had stormed off after saying something cruel, leaving you to pick up the pieces of your hurt emotions. "I'm gonna go and see if they're okay."

"Maybe give it a moment, babe. Look." Pete urged his partner to take pause and watch you down your drink.

Despite wanting to abandon his post and assume the role of comforting friend, Lucius instead watched as you fought back tears and climbed the rigging, towards the crow's nest, no doubt seeking some privacy away from the watchful eyes of your friends.

"He really is the fucking worst. I genuinely do not get why (y/n) likes him so much." Archie mused, as she wondered if it was possible to find a snake at sea and put it in the bastard's bed?

With all the mysticism of a Sea Witch, the conversation was quickly intercepted by Buttons, whom decided to impart a great wisdom upon those in his vicinity. "'Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind. Therefore, is winged cupid painted blind?'"

There was a pause, as the gathered crew ruminated on his words. Well, partially ruminated. Most just sat there, looking confused or proverbially scratching their heads, unsure what to make of his revelation. Not one to admit his lack of knowledge, Lucius made a conscientious effort to nod his head and pretend he had understood the poet musings of the fellow pirate. "Right, yeah. What he said. Makes total sense."

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A/N: Thank you for reading up until the end of the chapter! I look forward to updating you all with a new instalment soon. Before I go, can anyone guess where Buttons's quote comes from?

[bug-oc]

The "Bug OC Tournament" was an event which ran in the summer of [REDACTED], spanning multiple dimensions. It hosted a cast of thirty-five competitors, running for roughly two months before its shutdown. It is known for the rash of disappearances that occured during its running, which still remain unsolved.

The Bug OC Tournament was an exceptionally ambitious event, taking place across multiple dimensions with a selection of people from across time and space alike. Initially seeming innocent, it went the majority of its runtime seeming to show no hint of foul play - taking a sort of "popularity contest" type format whilst forbidding speaking ill of its competitors, it maintained an aura of good sportsmanship right up until the allegations against it came to light.

The incident was drawn to the authorities' attention during the final round, when "Gina" (Ant, offspring of Elizant II), a friend of the contestant "Lorlei" (Roach, Deadlands settlement), came to report that her teammate had not reported back after xeir loss. Though the multidimensional nature of the event would make a full assessment difficult, initial interrogation of friends and family of other contestants quickly revealed this to be a repeating pattern - with some reporting a high incidence of monsters around the tournament grounds, and one "Pola" (Spanish Moon Moth, Northern kingdom) recounting an encounter with an unknown bug in possession of her teammate's sachel.

The tournament would be shut down for investigation shortly before the counting of the votes for the final round, and Ant Kingdom investigators would quickly uncover evidence of foul play - of 35 contestants, 32 had already been reported missing at the time of the tournament's closure, with the only remaining contestants being the two finalists ("Marigold", Death's Head Hawk Moth, Ant Kingdom, and "Fuse", roach hailing from an unknown area) and a single bug who lost in Round 3 ("Mop", family refused to provide species or point of origin).

The disappearances had begun as early as Round One, with all bugs that had lost their respective rounds vanishing without a trace. Records would show no sign of what had happened to the wayward contestants, simply recording their losses and a subsequent note to send them back to their dimensions, but the rumors of increased monster activity would prove to hold fruit - a dense population of beasts would be uncovered during investigation, almost all of forms unknown to the composite dimensions and many displaying a concerning lack of fear at the sight of awakened bugs, often directly approaching or menacing investigators during the search.

The tournament itself would be shut down shortly afterwards, its former management retiring under allegations of malpractice. The venue and dimensional tech would be left unused, the previous disastrous events deterring anyone from attempting to pick them back up again for quite some time. Even a mass disappearance, however, couldn't stop such technology from going unused forever. After a while lying dormant, the former venue, along with its equipment, would be picked back up by one of the tournament's survivors...

[BUG OC 2: COMING SOON]

(Submissions open)

[hunterbunter3000]

Ummm..Just some Sweetheart ideas where 141 + more bring to her a club and she’s like “OHH THIS IS MY SONG~!” And brings one one of the guys to dance all over them and all the other are jelly over that person while Sweetheart barely notices and brings the whole group in to dance with her.

Either that..

Or them watching Sweetheart workout :D

Love your stories by the way, w-would respectfully die for your writing lol.

Aww thank you so much!! So sorry this took long 😔 that shadowban really pushed my ass back 😪

Sweetheart ALWAYS drags Soap and Gaz on the dance floor first, cause she knows they're gonna dance with her. The rest of the boys just watch for any danger surrounding her. Like HAWKS

Krueger, like the obsessed weirdo lover he is, reaalllyyy dislikes how sandwiched she is between Soap and Gaz. They look like they want to eat her and Soap's face is almost pushed up against her chest cause of how tall she is- especially in heels omg (Krueger will skin him if he feels it)

Ghost could kinda care less-- how her hips are swaying to the beat is fucking hypnotic. König and Roach are kinda embarrassed to watch her dance. It's too ✨️erotic✨️ for them LMAO Alex is drunk, so he gets up and goes to dance with them

Price went home. So--

All in all everyone had a good time 💀

- ♡ -

Now the men watching Sweetheart work out... WHEEEEWWWW IT MAKES THEM FEEL A CERTAIN WAY YA FEEL ME??

They wish she shows more skin- like her arms or maybe her legs. But she always wears long sleeve athletic wear and leggings (which show off her ass perfectly so they ain't complaining too much) why do yall think she wears long clothing all the time? Let me see your thoughts 🤔 🧠🤯🤯

And yk my girl STRONK AS SHIT-- DOIN SQUATS WHILE LIFTLING 450lbs ISTG IT MAKES EM WEAK IN THE KNEEESSS

Slim thicc sleeper build on point babes 💅✨️LOLL

Gaz almost tripped while he was running when he saw Sweetheart stretch (he had to waddle to the bathroom)

Ghost helps spot her everytime. He loves feeling the warmth emit from her body (and my god she smells heavenly)

OMG one time, Sweets was gonna practice punching and all of Task Force was gonna watch her (this was waayyy before they knew she can fight, and it was just the original four) so she ties her hair back and wraps her hands. Soap was quite cocky back in the day🧓 (he still is) so he's thinking she ain't really gonna do nothing, Ghost is gonna have to help her build strength and shi

So she gets in her stance and taps the punching bag first. Then all hell breaks loose

THAT FIRST PUNCH WAS SO LOUD ITS LIKE A BOMB WENT OFF-- AND IT STAYED THAT LOUD EVERYTIME SHE PUNCHED THE BAG

The bag was literally swinging and trembling every time. Other rookies and soldiers come around to see wtf is happening and everyone is impressed and scared (THEY DONT WANNA GET PUNCHED) long story short, Ghost didn't have to teach her anything and Soap kept quiet

(Price was just this 😳 and gaz was this😟)

[loverrgirll21]

imagine meeting the guys at kaer morhen and eskel gets a little too bold

979 words; warnings: none really, some mild spice near the end but nothing 18+

You were so nervous. And why wouldn’t you be? Geralt was taking you to Kaer Morhen to meet men who were like brothers to him.

“Geralt?”

“Hmm?” The Witcher hummed in response.

“What if they don’t like me.” 

Geralt stopped Roach and looked up at you sitting on the horse’s back. 

“Don’t worry, Y/N. My brothers will like you.”

And with that, you two carried on to Kaer Morhen. A little while later, you came to a clearing. Past it was a huge fortress. You gasped when you saw it. You and Geralt approached the huge doors and he opened them. “Geralt!” You heard, along with a chorus of masculine cheers. You hesitated, standing back as Geralt greeted his brothers with open arms. An older man smiled, and then looked past him at you. You walked quickly to Geralt side.

“Men, meet Y/N. She’s my-” he hesitated, “friend.” 

You ignored the slight ache in your heart when he referred to you as his friend, and smiled at the guys. You quickly warned up to them. Some were a bit bold, looking you up and down, but one look from Geralt was enough to shut them up.

As you all sat around drinking beer and listening to stories from a Witcher named Lambert, the front doors suddenly flew open. Standing in the entrance was a man. He was a shorter than Geralt and had long hair that was tied in a bun at the back of his head, a piece dangling in front of his face. 

“Eskel!” you hear Geralt welcome the man, smiling and approaching him with open arms. Eskel returned the hug with a grin. “Brother!” 

“Eskel, what took you so long, hm? We have all been here for days, well except for Geralt.” A Witcher named Coen asked. 

“Oh, it was nothing.” Eskel replied. “Got distracted by a Kikimora. Managed to kill it, however it did leave me with a pretty nasty scar.” He pointed at a gash on his forearm.

You audibly winced, and Eskel’s eyes snapped to yours. They bore holes into you, and you uncomfortably shifted away, drinking from your cup. You felt Eskel approach you and kneel in front of you. You looked at him, and then past to see Geralt watching Eskel like a hawk. The other men also looked tense. 

“Who the hell are you?” he asked with slight disdain.

You swallowed your beer. “Y/N. I came here with Geralt.”

Eskel looked slightly surprised that Geralt would be willing to drag you around, but shook it off and grabbed your hand. You were about to yank it away when he placed a gentle kiss on it. 

“Welcome to Kaer Morhen, Y/N.” 

-- 

That night, Eskel decided to throw a party to celebrate the return of all the Witchers. He invited girls from the nearby town, and brought out almost all the alcohol in Kaer Morhen. You were glued to Geralt’s side most of the night, but when he had to go help Vesemir, you immediately caught the attention of Eskel. 

“Y/N! Come dance with me!” he shouted over the music.

“I am quite alright, Eskel. I might actually go to bed soon. I am very tired.” 

He frowned. “Aw come on, Y/N, just one dance?” 

You rolled your eyes but relented. He held one of your hands and put his other hand on your waist, pulling you against him. Your eyes widened at the sudden movement, but the music immediately started getting faster and you were pulled around the room by Eskel. 

Everything was going okay, until the music started slowing down and you felt Eskel’s hand going lower. He suddenly gripped your bottom, and you pushed yourself out of his grasp. 

“What the hell, Eskel?!” you yelled angrily. You then saw Geralt approach him from behind and spin him around. 

“Eskel, I think it’s time you go to bed.” he growled, anger clouding his eyes. 

Eskel grinned, clearly drunk out of his mind. “Your girl can dance quite well, Geralt. I wonder what else she can do. That must be the reason you keep her around. Mind if I have a go?” 

In a split second you saw the entire dynamic of the room change. Geralt’s fist connected with Eskel’s face at full force, and he was caught by Lambert, who was anticipating the fall. You looked shocked as Geralt approached you and put his hand on your lower back. He leaned down to your ear. 

“Let’s go.” he whispered. You nodded and followed him as he led you to your room. Your room was the nicest, with a queen bed and no rats. 

“Are you okay? I’m sorry about Eskel, he can be an idiot when he’s drunk.” Geralt asked you, concern flashing in his amber eyes.

“I’m okay, Geralt. Thanks for defending my honor.” you smiled playfully at him. He smirked back, and there was a beat of silence. 

You grabbed the back of Geralt’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. His rough hands immediately found your hips and his tongue pushed against your lips until you submitted to him. You threw your head back when you ran out of breath, and he kissed across your jaw and down your neck. You arched against him, relying on his solid chest and strong arms for support. He had backed you guys into a wall, and you felt his mouth going lower, running over your collarbone and the top of your cleavage. 

You grabbed his head and pulled him up to meet your gaze. The both of you stared at each other, breathing hard, until you shyly smiled at him. 

“I guess we’re more than friends, huh?” you asked. 

“Oh, darling, I’ve wanted to be more than friends since the moment I met you.” Geralt muttered, pulling you in for another searing kiss.