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[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ husband john price - 01

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it was not often that captain john price felt this relaxed. he didn't remember the last time he had slept that well, or that long. coming home after a deployment always took a toll on his body; he was getting older, after all.

extending his arm, he felt the spot next to him was still warm but vacant. that stirred him awake a little more as he realized the sun was already up. yeah, he'd definitely slept longer than usual. a soft giggle and the sound of tiny feet pattering on the floor alerted him of what was coming his way.

closing his eyes again, he pretended to still be asleep as the giggles drew closer. a hushed "shhh" followed, just before the bedroom door creaked open. it took all his willpower to stop himself from smiling. his children were still too young to understand his job, and still too young to realize that even the slightest noise could wake him-especially so early in his leave. it always took time for his mind to adjust, to truly accept that he was home, far from the battlefield.

small hands pressed against his back, accompanied by a soft, determined "push." eyes still closed, he pictured his little boy being hoisted up the bed by his older brother, both of his babies eager to see their dad. in his mind, he could see the focused expression on his eldest's face-eyebrows furrowed, tongue poking out in concentration. it wasn't easy for his little 5 years old body to push his brother up. smiling to himself, john decided to put an end to their efforts. he turned over suddenly, pulling both boys into his arms at once. happy squeals and uncontrollable giggles filled the room, making the captain's heart swell. oh, how he had missed this.

john felt his children squirming in his arms, most likely trying to hug him better, but he wasn't ready to let them go. he had come home far too late; a problem had delayed their return, forcing him to deal with paperwork upon landing. the house had been dark, his small family tucked away in their beds. he still hadn't seen his wife, other than her sleeping figure at 4 a.m. she knew he wouldn't have minded if she'd woken him, but she was too thoughtful-his sweet little wife-letting him sleep in.

after kissing the tops of their heads, he finally loosened his grizzly grip on the boys. both of his children's faces turned to his the moment he let go, showering him with sweet kisses before nuzzling their heads into his neck-one on each side. they began talking all at once, excitedly telling him everything he had missed while he was away. to be honest, john wasn't really listening. he simply relaxed, savoring the warmth and joy of having his family back in his arms. but something was missing-an important piece.

as if you had read his mind, you appeared in the doorway. the light streaming in from behind you into the dark room made you look like an angel, and john couldn't think of a better way to describe you.

"thought you wanted to bring daddy breakfast in bed?" you said softly, your heart overflowing with love at the sight before you: your husband, back home, all cuddled up with your children.

your kids didn't acknowledge you; they kept talking about silly little things that, to you, seemed trivial but, to them, were a big deal. john was happy to just let them ramble, extending one hand toward you, silently inviting you to join them. as you came closer, he gently pulled both boys to the middle of the bed, his eyes following you as you made your way to your side. with you lying back down and your children nestled in the middle, john felt whole. for the first time in months, his body fully relaxed, and sleep began to creep over him once again.

throwing his arm around his little family, he pulled all of you closer. the warm, comforting cocoon he had created made his eyes drift shut, lulled back to sleep by his children's soft voices. their chatter was growing quieter, a sign they were just as sleepy as their father. it must be early-too early to be awake. forcing his eyes open, he glanced at you, gently stroking your youngest's hair. the way you looked at him, filled with so much love, made the captain feel a flush rise to his cheeks.

yeah, as much as he loved his job, nothing could compare to having his family in his arms. maybe it was time to consider a desk job after all.

[temeyes]

tf141 (but they're genderbent)

[lonisaiou]

the code lyoko x arcane crossover no one asked for (but I'm having a big brainrot over)

[faunandfloraas]

[eiraeths]

soap who got a bunch of random tattoos as a teenager/young adult not knowing what they meant and is always wondering why couples flirt with him when they see an upside down pineapple tattoo

established priceghostgaz who think it’s the only way they could have him in their polycule

[not-a-heretic]

scrapped templar nigel while i procrastinate the other one

[briskchips]

HELLO!! big fan of your animatics!! How do you make them and do you have any tips for inspiration, planning, and what software do you use?

Thank you! I'm glad you like them!

I think the realization that revolutionized the way I think about storyboarding the most is that you HAVE to let your imagination drive. I start off every animatic with super loose, super messy, barely legible sketches, with wrong anatomy, janky movement, etc. Instead of focusing on making it look good, I can just focus on setting it up for its potential, and starting my motivation at the highest point it can be. I never let my first draft take more than a few hours over the course of like 2 days max, or else the drive dissipates.

If I start a board right away with the cleanest, most beautiful art I can muster, I'll kill my own motivation, like "Oh god, in my head, I imagined a huge spinning 3D camera shot here, with a bunch of dancing characters. That last panel alone took me like 30 minutes to draw, I don't wanna do this! I'll draw a simpler, flatter scene instead." and then it ends up looking nothing like how I imagined, and I get demotivated before abandoning the project. But if I start with super messy lines, just barely enough to get the idea out onto a screen where I can watch it, the excitement and imagination will drive, like "Wow, this shot with a huge spinning 3D camera and all these complicated characters looks SO COOL! It's gonna take a lot of work, but look how interesting it looks already! I can't give up on this!"

For reference, this was puppet boy's first draft!

Storyboarding is a bit different from a lot of other visual art mediums because it takes a LOOOOT more work before it starts feeling rewarding. Learning to manage your own motivation is a huge part of building the skill that I feel a lot of people don't mention.

But when it comes to learning how to finalize it, study up on your storyboarding rules! Learn about perspective, anatomy, screen direction, and learn to draw FAST (that's a big one). Draw out shots from your favourite movies, study their composition and take note of their camera/character movement, and how it aligns with the shots sandwiching them. Learn from other artists (I recommend Toniko Pantoja, he's a very experienced board artist who makes a lot of videos abt improving your boards and what it's like to work in the industry), and PRACTISE! Your first piece of art, whenever you try anything new, is going to SUCK. You're gonna think its bad. That's just how art goes. But the next time you do it, you'll always, always, improve, even if just a little, even if you can't see it for yourself.

The biggest thing to keep telling yourself when making storyboards is DON'T GIVE UP YET. YOU'RE SO CLOSE TO MAKING SOMETHING COOL. And then you have to keep telling yourself that over, and over, and over, and over, through all the sighs, and the frustrated rage-quitting, and the exhausted temporary give-ups, and then eventually, those animatics you keep building in your head get to be real! And it feels incredible.

[mist-see]

Pairing: Ghost x Tall Black!Female!Reader

⚠️enemies to lovers, slow burn undertones, dominant!reader, Ghost being annoyed (and aroused), mutual antagonism, height proximity tension, playing with death (the reader hinting that she's okay with dying by his hands.)⚠️

Setting: Off-mission base in some cold, miserable part of Eastern Europe.

He avoided you for three days.

Not entirely. Not enough to draw suspicion.

But he stayed just far enough to keep things professional.

You, of course, didn’t let it slide.

Every drill, every mission, every time you passed him in the hall, you smirked. A slow, knowing curl of your lips.

He hated it.

He loved it.

Because for the first time in a long time, Ghost didn’t have control—and that terrified him.

But he wasn’t scared of you.

He was scared of what he wanted from you.

One week later.

Mission gone south. Rain pounding. You both were pinned in a half-collapsed building, breathing heavy, blood on your arms, your gear, smothering your body it seemed like. Some was yours, some wasn’t.

You glanced to him in the shadows.

“You good?” It wasn’t in a nice way, it was in a you’re not bleeding out, right? way.

He nodded. It wasn’t silent for a while after that,

Then added: “I think about that night.”

You blinked. Slowly. Let the words sink in. That caught you off guard. But you weren’t rude. You didn’t tease or blow him off.

“Do you?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then: “Sometimes I wonder what would’ve happened if I didn’t stop.”

You licked your lips, eyes going down to your bloodied knife, wiping it clean with a random cloth. “I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

Nonchalantly, a shrug.

What did that mean.

Would it lead to something. Something crazy like a kiss or hug maybe.

Would you have let him kill you.

“…I know.”

There it was.

A silence that felt like a match striking. Ready to burn the whole damn house down.

“You still think you’re in control?” you asked.

He looked at you like you were the first real thing he’d seen in months. And you didn’t meet his eyes this time, your focus on your knife

“No,” he said, his tone gruff, his blonde lashes stained black.

You smiled. Sharp. Dangerous.

“Good.”

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Cod Masterlist

[formulanni]

Nico Hulkenberg as the Knight of Pentacles:

A man of utmost diligence - he knows what he wants and is relentless in his pursuit of it. He is a hard worker, completing his mission with complete and terrible efficiency. Although his path is long and hard, filled with tasks that might be repetitive and tiring, giving up is not an option.

The Knight of Pentacles, like the Knights of the other suits, represents work, effort, and the responsibility that follows upon the dreams and ideals of the Page. This Knight is the most hard-working, methodical and detailed-oriented character of the Tarot deck. He may not be the most inspiring or creative Knight, but he’ll do the work to get the results he seeks, even if that work is highly repetitive or routine.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls @brawngp2009

[xxundeadfanboixx]

Price, Ghost, Soap, Extra

 Gaz won’t lie about how he feels entitled to you. He’s very vocal about how he was the first person you felt comfortable with. He was given a comfort place within your heart, long before any of his teammates started working on craving themselves a spot as well. Unlike with them, you came to him. He wasn’t an alpha like Price or Ghost. And yet, you still came to him first, bearing your heart for him to claim like a -slightly forcefully- proposal. You didn’t cling onto Soap. You didn’t seek the beta out for stability when you were thrown with little care into this team filled with strangers you had never met before. It was him you clung onto. You were his shadow, following him wherever he went. It was the back of his trainers that got stepped on, followed by a quiet “sorry” when you didn’t stop fast enough after he stopped walking. And it was with this entitlement to you that Gaz came up with his nickname for you; Lovie. 

   When you aren’t able to leave the dead where their bodies lay on the dirty and blood pooled floors. Carrying the feeling of violence and the fight for survival with you home along with the blood that is drying at your skin. Where any other person will go searching for an alpha for comfort, instinctually reaching out to their alphas to protect them. You instead end up standing outside of Gaz’s door. When you go searching for comfort and shelter, it is Gaz’s face that comes to your mind, breaking through the muffling static and stifling fog. It is to the point that you don’t even knock anymore. It has to be telepathy the way that Gaz always knows when you’ll be showing up to his door. (When in reality he just pays close attention to you on the rides back to base after every mission. He has taught himself the language of your eyes. It is your eyes that tell him you’ll be showing up to his room.) You are left waiting outside his door for only a quarter of a minute before he’s opening the door for you. A softer version of his usual smile on his lips. “Hey, Lovie. Wasn’t expecting you to drop by.” You both know he was expecting you. You just don’t know that he was pacing impatiently on the other side of the door waiting for your arrival. He envelopes you into a hug (in the hallway, in the view of anyone looking), before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and guiding you into his room. The door locks behind you. It’s broken, Gaz told you, and locks anytime it closes. “Go ahead and sit at the nest-” “But I’m dirty.” “-make yourself comfortable. I’ll go get some washcloths to clean you up, Lovie.” It is routine by now. It was a stability you’ve fully submitted to. Speaking like you’re reading from a script. It is a play you two have played in a handful of times, and one you will play multiple more times. You barely hesitate now. You watch as Gaz disappears into his personal washroom, the dingy yellow light spilling from the opened door. Waiting until you hear the sink turn on, before you follow the path you took last time, and every time before that, to where Gaz has his nest made up on his bed. Your rehearsed steps worn into the floor. When the sink turns off, is when you sit at the edge of the bed. Gaz holds the washcloth in hand as he walks over to you. The clothes color faded and stained. He kneels at your feet, getting comfortable on the hard cold floor, while you sit on the edge of comfort and warmth of the nest. “Give me-” You are holding your blood stained hands out to him before he can finish his line. You’re early, and before you can retract, he gently grabs hold of your right hand. “Good job. I didn’t even have to ask this time.” He shoots you a grin. 

   The gentle warmth of the washcloth starts to bring you back to him. The blood that haunts your mind being washed away just like the blood on your hands. “Lovie,” Your mouth opens a little, to mouth along with his words, “you really should start wearing gloves. Then we’d just need to toss them in the wash after missions.” He playfully tsks at you. As if he is scolding you for not wearing knee pads while riding a bike, instead of gloves to stop blood from seeping into the callouses of your hands. Calloused hands that you are being so cautious with as Gaz washes them. Only ever allowing yourself the lightest of contact with him, as if anything too heavy will harm him. He notices. He notices every time, and every time he holds onto your hands tighter and refuses to let you slip away. He knows you fear your own body around him. Gaz knows you fear what others have taught you to fear about yourself. And he refuses to allow that fear to keep your love away from him. Not when it so rightfully belongs to him. Not when it so naturally seeks him out at every turn. Gaz refuses to let the fears others have forced upon you to rob him of the comfort and warmth that is his to indulge in freely. You are not allowed to run away and hide from him. Not when you were the one that handed him your love to begin with. You’re not allowed to try and take it away from him now; your love is all his.

[sillyswriting]

: ̗̀➛ roommate johnny 'soap' mactavish - 02

cw : sexual theme

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anyone would have thought that after you almost broke his nose, johnny would have learned to at least warn you when he was coming into a room. but all those people didn’t know johnny. as much as he could be the most professional person you knew, he could also be the biggest man-child to have ever graced this earth.

his new amusement was to scare you off any chance he got. you’d come to realize that, for all his loudness, he could be eerily quiet when he wanted to be. to be honest, johnny mostly loved to observe you, without you knowing. what could he say? you were one of the most beautiful lasses he had seen in his life. he also knew you found him attractive, which was why the flirting hadn’t stopped.

johnny was not a pusher. if he had noticed you were absolutely disgusted by him and his body, he would have stopped his advances and let you live your life. the problem was that your eyes lingered on his arms, his pecs, his abs, his v-line, his thighs… he had seen it. he'd give it to you, to untrained eyes, you checking him out would have been mostly invisible. sadly for you, part of his job was to notice everything. so he kept the flirting. if anything, it became constant.

more and more, every time he left his room, johnny had the tendency to be less dressed than before. you asked him, a lot, to at least put a shirt on, but he refused, pretending that he ran hot. it was the middle of winter, how could he be that warm?

the final straw had been when you'd invited some of your girlfriends over, having a night in, eating junk, and gossiping about old friends. you had asked him if he was okay with it. his answer had been simple, 'it's yer place as much as mine, lass.' so if he knew your friends were over, why the fuck did he appear in the middle of the living room, only wearing his boxers, asking if he could borrow some of your laundry detergent?

before he could say anything, you grabbed his arm, pulling him angrily toward the kitchen and slamming the door behind both of you. it felt like deja vu, but you were lecturing him about wearing proper clothes when people were visiting and so many other things that johnny had already forgotten. he hadn't been concentrating on what you were saying but rather on your breasts. who could blame him? you liked to talk with your hands, making them jiggle. he was just a man, after all.

"aye, everythin’ in the wash, bonnie," was the only apology you got.

after that, you had a very painful and long conversation with your friends, explaining to them that no, you were not sleeping with your roommate. no, you didn't know why he was shirtless. yes, you found him attractive, but it wasn't like that. and judging by their faces, they didn't believe you at all. that night, they all left, telling you that with a specimen like that under your roof, you could have a lot of fun.

you didn't know it, but johnny had heard everything, and he couldn't stop himself from smiling. he was so close to his goal. of course, he wanted you in his bed, but he wanted so much more than that. when he wasn't flirting with you, johnny had actually gotten to know you. you were so bloody interesting, and passionate about what you did. you were everything he was looking for to finally settle down.

johnny never believed in god. after all the things he'd seen during his life, he didn't think a higher power was looking down at him. but the very moment the electricity got cut off in your flat, he swore god was real. no power meant no heater, and the nights were really cold in scotland. he also knew you couldn't live without your heater on, always cold, his sweet birdie.

so he waited, gently in his room, like a puppy waiting for his treat. after about twenty minutes, he heard your door open. had he been a real puppy, his tail would’ve been wagging so fast. a soft knock was then heard on his door. when you entered, you couldn’t see anything. johnny liked to sleep in total darkness, while you always let a bit of light from the blinds into yours. irritated, you asked him if his heater worked.

"na, but i know somethin' thon could warm ye up," he suggested. you could hear the smirk. you regretted it the moment you asked what. "guid auld johnny."

that's how you had found yourself in his bed, all the blankets in the flat on the both of you. you were lying close to each other, and god, he was a furnace. how could someone be that warm without being sick? compared to him, you were ice. and johnny was dead set on making you melt, apparently.

"take the sweater off, lass," and at first, you thought you hadn't heard him correctly, but he added. "body heat can heat ye up right quick, it's common knowledge, aye."

now in just a tank top and some shorts, this felt like deja vu. johnny had never been happier. you were so close to him, and he was just thinking about the best way to approach you without ruining his chances forever. he slid slowly toward you, cuddling up to you. when had he taken his shirt off? did he even have a shirt?

you didn’t know how to react. you were getting warmer, but it wasn’t fast enough for you. at the same time, the feeling of johnny’s body glued to yours, one of his legs between yours, sent a warm feeling through your entire body. it was going to be hard to fall asleep, wasn’t it? trying to relax your body, you closed your eyes, trying to imagine you were alone in your bed with a very big, strong, warm pillow behind you.

it worked, until you woke up in the middle of the night, and you were freezing. how was it possible? johnny was pressed behind you, and still in your drowsy state, you didn’t register the hard thing pressing softly against your lower back. feeling around, you couldn’t reach any of the blankets—did johnny throw them off? with how warm his body was, you figured he must have been sweating at some point. but now, you were cold.

you started squirming a bit in johnny's grip, trying to escape his arms. for sure now the power was back on, you could go back to your room, with your blanket and your heater. the movement woke johnny up. "staid air gluasad, till air ais gu cadal," he murmured into your neck, his voice and accent thick with tiredness. at your soft "what?", it registered in his brain that, in his sleepy state, he had spoken a language you didn't know.

"stop moving, birdie," he then said, a bit more awake. moving his hips against yours, he added, "ye're no gaun'ae like the consequences." your soft moan was the only thing his brain needed to be fully awake. oh. his moment had come.

slowly, one of his hands made its way between your thighs, feeling you over your shorts. the other one was already massaging one of your breasts. "ye cauld, sweet girl? dinnae worry, johnny's 'bout tae warm ye up."

and god, did he warm you up in the best way possible.

[bunnysnared]

okay everyone!!!!! the time is here!!! gigantic update is now live!! thank you for the support  ♡(ʃƪᵕωᵕ)

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[pricesfav]

Girl dad Price who holds his daughter for the first time bawling his eyes out

Girl dad Price who puts little pricette in bunches of little costumes and takes many many pictures

Girl dad Price who gets his nails painted by his little sunshine whatever colour she wants and will never take it off

Girl dad Price who will have endless tea parties, fashion shows, and beauty salons with his sunshine if it makes her happy

Girl dad Price who will put any art work up on the fridge (even if it’s not the best, it is in his eyes)

Girl dad Price who cries the first time little pricette brings him a daddy daughter dance invitation and will not miss it for the world

Girl dad Price who makes his daughter step on his back when it hurts (always)

Girl dad Price who will question any boy she brings up even if she says ‘It’s just a friend’ he’s skeptical.

Girl dad Price who ‘doesn’t mind’ when he finds his precious truck with a nice big scratch down the side after his daughter had it last. When he confronts her she immediately comes clean with tears only to get back a ‘don’t sweat it 😁’ knowing full well if it was anyone else they’d have gotten an earful and a hefty bill

Girl dad Price who cannot bear to see his sunshine crying and will go through great lengths to make her happy. Even if that’s taking her to the mall and spending hundreds of dollars when she’s happy he’s happy

Girl dad Price who is shocked to see his daughter coming home from school slamming doors crying and storming up to her room just to find that his precious angel was just DUMPED?!

Oh he’s fuming that some no good punk made his heart cry like that he wants to storm over to his house and teach that boy a well deserved lesson. Of course he was talked down and went to console his daughter with gifts and affection

Girl dad Price would do anything for his little sunshine. ☀️💗

[louthinking]

I’m so so so so so so late but happy Valentines Day!!!💕💕

[sunnydbeam]

I wonder what Alpha would look like laughing

He can't laugh he's dead inside /j

[all54321]

Wildlife Session 7 Superpowers!

This one sounds like a manageable one to collect, unless they change- like with the Secret Life tasks these will go in the Minecraft tab list order. If I’m missing any intricacies of someone’s power, please reply/ask about it! I like keeping this lists as thorough as possible.

Bdubs: Can sleep at night and set the time to day and can slow time down.

Etho: Gets a mace and wind charges launch him much higher into the air then normal, he also takes no fall damage.

Gem: Can astral project, which sends her into spectator mode and leaves a clone of her body behind. If that body is hit she’ll return early.

Scar: Can launch people back 30 blocks and can ride on other players/mob. While activated he also has thorns.

Grian: Can copy other people’s super powers, it lasts for 5 minutes in which he loses it.

Martyn: Can hear from any point that he can see, the audio has a radio-like filter over it.

Lizzie: Can inflict blindness on everyone nearby, she also turns invisible for a few seconds.

Pearl: Can launch herself into the air and has an invisible elytra to glide down with

Ren: Can disguise himself as any player

Scott: Can turn into any mob that he looks at. If he’s not looking at any mob he will change into either a cow, pig, sheep, or chicken.

Joel: Can triple jump and takes no fall damage.

Jimmy: Can turn fully invisible (including items) however long he wants

Tango: Gets super speed and frost walker, however it also gives him hunger.

Cleo: Can raise the dead (Mumbo and Skizz) and order them what to do, but they only have 4 hearts.

BigB: Can spawn three creakings that are friendly to him. The creakings won’t disappear and can still move even if he’s looking at them.

Impulse: Can teleport and takes no damage from using ender pearls. If staring at someone and activates the power he can swap places with them, however it gives the player swapped resistance for a few seconds.