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LOOK AT THE BEAUTIFUL BABIES

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A few sketches from today :)

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Xenomorph Evolution

Always been big on Alien so I just sketched these bad boys out

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GUNNA SOB NOW, THIS IS SO SWEET YET SADDENED

Imagine soap badgering ghost for YEARS to meet his family because he brought Simon to his family's farm over the holidays.

Cue Johnny not knowing everyone in Simon's family is 💀 and when he finally gives in, Johnny is just estatic/nervous/curious because he wanted to know where ghost came from since they met.

Ghost looks almost hesitant when he asks Johnny if he's really sure he wants to meet them.

Their next leave Simon takes Johnny on a walk through his neighborhood, stopping to buy yellow daffodils for his mother, stating they were her favorites.

What he doesn't expect is when their walk from the flower shop ends at a small graveyard on the edge of town. Johnny's heart breaks more and more with every step they take.

He watches Simon square his shoulders and take a deep breath, pointedly trying not to catch the other man's eye as he leads him through the rows.

They stop at the very end on the far left, under a great big oak tree where 4 small plaques have the Riley name stamped in marble.

Johnny watches Simon sit down in the grass and place the flowers in the little holder sticking out of the ground. He's still watching when Simon begins talking to them as if they can hear them, apologizing for how long it's been and how he brought someone along for them to meet.

The two men spend time there, Simon talking about the people he knew them to be, and sharing the censored stories of what he and Johnny do overseas.

As leave ends and they return to base, Johnny feels just that much closer to his lt having met his family.

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So, I have this CoD fanfictio idea that I have half outlined on paper. It's a body swap AU, where 22 Ghost exchanges with 09 Ghost, and it can be described as: 09 Ghost, after being betrayed by Sheperd wakes up in 22 body sleeping with Soap, he recognises that he is Soap, but doesnt understand why he looks so young, then in the bathroom he has a panic attack when he sees that he isn't himself, but a 6'2" monster with blond hair and dark eyes (the opposite of what he was). Instead 22 Ghost is suddenly thrown in the battlefield basically one minute before Sheperd's betrayal, when Sheperd is about to shoot Roach he is faster and shoots him. 22 Ghost doesn't know that the man he killed was Sheperd (he looks nothing like his Sheperd) and doesn't recognise the soldier he saved, but something in his guts tells him he knew him at some point.

Yes, it is hurt-comfort, yes with time their memories will return, yes they will realoze that they might be lost in another reality, no I don't know how it could be resolved since I need time and it might be that when both the Captain and the Sargent die they switch back :) (no, I want to fix it, so they don't die)

These two inspired me

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take responsibility

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i dont know you at all

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OC’SSS CUTIE PATOOTIE GIRL WITH HER SILLY ALIEN DOG

I hope you like it

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yes, no, maybe so

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NOOOO NOT GOAP ANGST (this is amazing)

okay back to my roots

ghoap angst

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Johnny has horrific panic attacks. And really, they’re horrific. He’ll stay up all night till the birds start to chirp sitting in his bed, refusing to turn the light off and be plunged into darkness as he sits there and shake, the non-existent danger feeling so real. All of his fears; past, future, and present seem to be alive tonight. Waiting for him right off the edge of his twin sized mattress.

Normally he looks after it himself, attempting to be his own comfort through the terrifying night. It hardly ever goes well. It mainly ends with Johnny curled up in himself waiting until morning while tears stream down his face, shivering even though he’s sweating.

But one night is different. One night, a specific man was awake and wandering the halls of the 141s barracks looking for the kitchen to get a drink of water. And maybe this specific man hears Johnny sniffling through the door, and decides to have a look.

Simon knocks on the door twice: mumbling a small “Johnny?”

Johnny goes quiet. A few seconds later and his door is opening, his lieutenant standing in the open doorway. The dark and empty hallway looking behind him.

Simon takes one loo at Johnny and rushes forward, shutting the door behind him.

“Y’ alrigh’? Why’r’ ya crying?” Simon asks, looking me down at Johnny with a concerned gaze in his eyes.

Johnny shakes his head. “N-nothing to worry abou’, l.t. Go back to bed.”

“Nonsense.” Simon sits down on the edge of the bed, his hand on Johnny’s knee.

Johnny sighs. He tells Simon what’s bothering him, what’s been bothering him for ages it feels like. He can’t stop picturing the future, the uncertainty of all of their lives. Can’t stop picturing the vision of Simon’s brain everywhere, of Price’s, of Kyle’s. He wonders what it feels like to die, if it hurts, how much time is left on the clock for him.

Simon gapes in horror at what Johnny says. This is what’s keeping him up? He’ll have none of that.

“More n’ likely you’ll die from not doin’ ur job right due to sleep deprivation,” Simon says, “need to get to bed and think rationally in the morning.”

“I-I know, god- fuck- I know-“ Johnny pinches the bridge of his nose and shivers like a leaf in the wind.

“Hey,” Simon says softly, “You’re alright, Johnny. Nothings coming to get you.”

Johnny chuckles. “Right now. But there’s a bullet out there with my name-“

“There’s not,” Simon interrupts, “and if there is, I’ll scratch it out and write mine on there instead. Don’t worry about a thing.”

Johnny gapes at him.

“You’re alrigh’, Safe n’ sound on base. Don’t worry about the unknown right now, Johnny. You’ll be alright. Everythin’s gonna work itself out.”

Johnny nods and gulps, his spit sticky and thick.

He’s still shaking. Simon takes note of this and quickly scoots Johnny over, laying next to him and bundling himself up in the blankets while holding his arms open to cuddle. Johnny stares at him, but accepts, nuzzling his face into his lieutenants warm chest.

For the first night in a while. His panic attack ceases, and he’s able to get a decent nights sleep.

Maybe he and Simon should sleep next to each other more often.

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Yo tumblr, can we bring spider-sona’s with us into 2025?

Meet my girl 🙏 💪

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RAHH, CUTE GIRL.

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How we feelin’ about my work in progress Xenomorph?

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ARTT

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The sketch>>> colored it but uhm.. didn’t look good so this is all ya’ get. (Don’t pay attention to the frog lmfao) also I know the tail should curl around but I didn’t feel like it

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Merry Christmas 🎄🎁❤️