#tbd//answered asks

[the141ghost]

@kingfishered said : "if a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?" (from soap to ghost)

Something about the operation today felt... off.

And that was being generous. Ghost didn't usually get anxious like this over a mission. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Usually, he'd be bouncing off the fucking walls to get back out on the field, to get his hands dirty, to be useful.

Not today.

From the second they had made infil, right until now, he'd had a gnawing feeling in the pit of his stomach. 

His team had pushed in first, and as Johnny was muling the explosives, Ghost had instructed him to keep a decent distance back, to keep safe. Sure, the explosives were mostly the reason. But, even since the night when Johnny had found him covered in blood in his office and tenderly cleaned him up, Ghost had found himself getting more and more tentative about allowing his Sergeant into the line of fire. What if something happened to Johnny? What if something happened to Johnny on his watch, today? He'd never be able to fucking forgive himself.

Despite his persistent paranoia and the gut feeling that something would go terribly wrong, it had all been going fine. Smoothly. Well, even. That was until...

"If a genie gave you three wishes, what would you ask for?"

Ghost had to admit he was glad for the mask, or else everyone in the fucking room would have seen the sheer look of horror on his face. Here Johnny was, chatting away like he wasn't on a job with the terrifying Ghost. No, Johnny was acting like he usually did when it was just him and Simon.

That wasn't how it could go today. He had half a mind to give Johnny an apologetic look before he spoke, but that sentiment quickly went out the window when Ghost became acutely aware of all the eyes on him, waiting with bated breath to see their Lieutenant's reaction to the question.

If it wasn't for their company in the room, men and women who hadn't worked with Ghost enough to realise he was a ball of bad jokes and anxiety, he might have laughed. He might have actually tried to answer the question, it was quite an interesting one to think about.

But, unfortunately for Johnny, Ghost had to save at least a little face, and couldn't be setting a bad example for the rookies by letting himself get distracted by his Sergeant. 

Agonisingly slowly, Ghost turned, fully facing Johnny with his hands tightly gripping his rifle and his feet planted firmly on the ground. He fixed him with an annoyed stare, knit brows behind the undoubtedly suffocating mask. It was pretty warm, it wasn't a surprise he was struggling to breathe a little. Though, he did suppose he could put that down to shock over Johnny's... peculiar question.

Maybe it was a bit of both. 

"What the fuck do you mean, a fucking genie, Soap? 

No Johnny for him, not while he was fooling around and pulling everyone's attention off task.

"Sergeant, some of us are trying to do our job, here," Ghost hissed, stepping towards him, taking him roughly by the arm and marching him out into the already cleared corridor. Out of earshot of everyone else, Ghost ducked his head in, voice lowered and tone much softer. "What would you ask for?"

[kabukiaku]

for that one anonymous who was asking about ghoul…anatomy I’m sorry I can’t for the life of me give you an actual answer cause I don’t actually look up ref cause I literally can’t bring myself to see a real life 🍆. 😔

[c-e-d-dreamer]

Get-along-sex-pollen Rhysta?👀

Now that one is truly the most unhinged timeline. The most unhinged idea I've ever had. And I'm hoping to have it done in time for Rhysta Weekend! 😇

The plot is that Cassian and Feyre have had ENOUGH of their mates always fighting. And Cassian is basically like it's a shame they can't just fuck it out, that's how we've always solved our IC problems over 500 years. And then it becomes unless....?

That's right! Cassian and Feyre sex pollen their own mates! It's the get-along-tshirt but with sex pollen! Rhysta get to fuck out their problems because they're fae and live forever and who the fuck cares? 😈

[ask-the-danger-crew]

Jasper

Would you marry Henry if he proposed to you

Yes I would!

W-Wait what?!

*Piper gasps*

Can I be the maid of honor if it happens?

Yes

Can I be a bridesmaid?

Yes

I’m not gonna propose to Jasper!

[jtl-fics]

Fluent freshman? 🥺

6/19/24 WIP Wednesday (OPEN) | TBD

“Me?” he asks.

“No, Smith.” Andrew rolls his eyes.

“No thank you,” Smith answers before Andrew can continue on.

“Yes Josten, you. I can drop you there if you want to see what riding in it is like.” Andrew offers and figures that if he ever needs to drink for cheap then he’d know where the damned bar was. If it meant offering a slight thanks for Josten’s help with getting the Captain off his back.

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[wonderloste]

the end bit of my rules got updated bc i'm tired lmao. take a peak if u care but it's whatever man.

that said, i know this blog is super inactive as of late, i'm sorry. i want to write here more, it's just hard to juggle multiple blogs while i've been so sick. :( hopefully i can write here soon! in the meantime, i'm somewhat more active on @fckurselfie & @otomates [canon multimuse, otome multimuse] & @sunlessea [oc multimuse tho it's a more... acquired taste if u like vampires and underground victorian era steampunk cthulhu london keljnhm] feel free to follow either kiss kiss

on the bright side!!!! i'm actually getting better!! my new doctor helped a lot i think, so i might actually be recovering?? god please it's been SO long. so maybe more stable on this blog again soon. :') pls.

[the141ghost]

@kingfishered from xxx

' classics - muse a tends to muse b’s wounds with more care than necessary [from soap] '

It wasn't news to anyone that Ghost was a terrible driver.

When he was behind the wheel, everything that was in the car's way was merely a speedbump, people included in that.

But, stupidly enough, it wasn't the driving that had left the most damage. Of course, when the airbags didn't deploy upon crashing and he took a straight shot of the steering wheel to his face, it did smart a bit, even through his mask.

No, it was the mad dash he then had to make to exfil which was what really took him down a peg.

With his ears still ringing from the collision, he'd fallen from the---violently smoking---truck and landed right onto his elbow. It definitely did more damage than he cared to think about, beyond shredding his skin until he felt wetness drip down his arm.

Getting jumped by the enemy barely seconds after he'd found his footing... Well, that surely didn't help, either. The attacker got a good couple of slashes to his forearm before Ghost could take him down, and he might have taken a little more frustration out on the man than he had to, caving his face in on the broken-down car and leaving his limp corpse next to it.

But, in spite of all the obstacles that had been thrown at him, he made it to exfil on time and with his wits still mostly about him.

The medics had tried to take a look at him when they landed, being covered in blood seemed to be a cause for concern to them, but one cold stare had them backing off to attend to matters wherever was furthest from the agitated Lieutenant.

He could deal with it in the privacy of his office, where he would be alone to curse himself for nearly blowing the whole operation because he panicked. He did, however, accept the offered ibuprofen, though it didn't stay in his system for nearly long enough to work before he was hunched over the nearest bin, coughing his insides out. In hindsight, he should have known better than taking it on an empty stomach.

The walk to his office felt longer than he remembered it to be. Though he swore he hadn't taken any wrong turns, the base had suddenly become a labyrinth for him to navigate. Eventually, mostly through muscle memory, he found his way.

After throwing his well-loved first aid kit onto his desk and tugging his mask up over his eyes, leaving it hanging loosely around the crown of his head, he sunk into his office chair with a loud groan.

He massaged roughly at his aching shoulders, eyelids dropped closed, and a deep, pained knit between his brows, before his eyes shot back open at the loud knocking on his office door.

The furrow in his brow only deepened as he shot a glance to the clock on the wall. It was late, too late for it to be work-related unless they were about to send him out on another job.

Somehow, he wouldn't have even been surprised.

"Come in," he called out, voice rough and hoarse, as he tugged his mask back down to cover his face, wiping the dried blood off his fingers onto the fabric of his trousers before he busied himself with the papers on his desk.

[wheneverfeasible]

Thats opens a whole new avenue 😳. Scenario number 1: What if Robin got wind of Eddies plan and told Steve and Steve BEGGED Robin to sign up reasoning that its good way to earn cash since Scoops doesn’t pay much. So she does saying that it’s for the money and not to make sure the guys good enough for her best friend. Scenario 2: Steve and Robin don’t know each other, but they totally bond on the date to the point Eddie feels like a third wheel😂He worries that maybe he was a passing fancy and that Steve really likes Robin. When really what’s happening is platonic soulmates coming together

Hehehehe oh indeed! For my particular story, it is definitely going to take place before Stobin ever occurs. So it’s going to become an alternate meeting for them for sure.

How exactly it goes…well, we’ll just have to wait and see. 😏

[a-dose-of-comatose]

Hey Nerve! I’m really adoring ‘Thou Shalt Not’ so far. I do have one burning question for you and DG - do you guys plan to deep dive into how/why Adam became a priest in future chapters? I know we (very) briefly read about him getting his tattoo before seminary, which got me feeling curious. 🫶

Hello anon!

From @deadgirlwalking91 and I,

Without spoiling anything or going into detail, Lute and Adam are absolutely going to have a conversation about it.

As feelings progress, Adam is going to be faced with the reality of his vocation, and ultimately will have some very difficult choices to make—choices that will make him think back to how he started in the first place.

[ask-the-danger-crew]

Hey everyone! Piper here, coming to you live from Swellview Mancave!

I found this app and thought some of you would like to ask us questions!

Just…don’t tell anyone you guys saw this, this blog stays on Tumblr!

I convinced Ray to let me do this by saying he’ll be able to talk to home moms

[ Hey it’s Mod Luci >:) ]

[ I gave into my obsession and made this ask blog. All of this is canon (with just a bit of headcanons). Also I’m not affiliated with Henry Danger in ANY WAY. I’m just doing this for fun!! ]

The people you can talk to and how they talk:

Ray Manchester/Captain Man

Henry Hart/Kid Danger

Charlotte Page

Jasper TBD Dunlop

Piper Hart

Schwoz Schwartz

[ This all takes place after Piper found out her brother, Henry, and his boss, Ray, were Kid Danger and Captain man. And it takes place before Henry quits and Danger Force is made ]

[ So in the middle of Season 5 basically ]

[ Also I can’t draw so just pretend this is a live video until I figure something out.. ]

[ Btw, you guys should TOTALLY go see @ask-danger-force ]

[arsprince]

when can i talk about the fact that stolas would eat smaller demons / rodents / mortals / critters / etc... owls are carnivores. he eats exclusively meat :)

[voxxisms]

had someone tell me they didn't want to write with me (not an issue ofc) recently but part of it was because of "blog standards" not matching && i'm like?? consistently coming back to it like what does that mean??? was it meant to be an insult to the way it looks?? or the way i write?? or the way i run my blog like??? hello??? was it just comparative or just to do with my formatting? its not even really a negative im just actively so confused that i keep pondering the concept

[untamedtempest]

@lettherebemonsters asked:

".....I made mistakes. Bad ones. I try every day to make up for what I did but I know there's no forgiveness. I guess the green idiot has a point....it's better for hulks to just be alone. " (* pushes Red Hulk at Ororo and bolts*)

Random inbox/ always welcome

"Reparations are always possible," Ororo said thoughtfully. "They will never equate to the harm done, but they help—both the parties."

Her opinion was evident not to be muddied by the various debates spreading through the tower. Ross needed to do something with that Hulk-sized regret, and the Avengers couldn't afford to turn away that kind of savage power.

"And as for Banner…" In a brief pause, she scanned the room for any other disturbances to the airflow and found they were indeed alone. "He's a brilliant scientist, not someone I'd take interpersonal advice from."

[mysterycitrus]

god i thought I was the only one who found the courte of owls antisemitic. I've always HATED it

i am by no means an expert but i would love to look at scott snyders brain under a microscope to discover why he thought an evil cult run by powerful elites who stole children was a fun idea to put in his comic book

less egregiously the idea of there being a machiavellian plot to kill the waynes and the graysons is extremely stupid and removes any meaning behind their deaths

it was stupid when they decided that the joker was the one to push bruce into making jason robin and it was stupid when william “blood libel conspiracy theory” cobb was the one to kill john and mary

[whichofsummer]

[ LEAN ]  for the taller muse to lean down to kiss the shorter muse’s forehead. (From Melian @pxnxply)

He's a grown —being.

With enough thousands of years that he could be excused to not count. And a multitude of Arda who had asked him for advice. How many skirmishes, how many battles, how many wars—

How many mothers had kissed his forehead with love? How many mothers saw him and the tender part of his insides?

Elrond swallowed and cleared his throat, as his hands moved towards his forehead on that spot where warmth was brought. It had spread all over, even to the tips of his fingers and down to his toes.

Sunlight finally breaking through, somewhere he had accepted to be unreachable.

"I—" A shy sound. Queen. Great-great grandmama. Your Majesty. Whatever am I to call thee? Another clearing of his throat as his gaze strayed to the side. His heart felt too full, but also—oh, revealed a great, sprawling deficit. "Would it be… Would it be too much to ask for a hug too?"

@pxnxply

[visiontortured]

hidefire asked: “I promise you, I am very real.” From @hidewebs !!

No. This wasn't real. It was just another vision like all the others that plagued him so.

"No... no." He said to himself in denial. Pickman may have been gone, but still had hallucinations. Never mind the fact that his wife and son both had... no, he didn't want to finish that thought. It was far, far too painful.

His eyes squeeze shut as he takes deep breathes. She would go away eventually. This wasn't happening. it wasn't real.

@hidewebs