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daily affirmations

i am the unkillable faggot

i can exist in grocery stores

i have the shittiest music taste in any room

i have a gun

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Ghost, commissioned by @bi-writes and inspired by @basementcoffee "underdog" fic ❤️

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call of duckie

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Ghost and Soap being favourite uncles

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first time

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Who is left

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ghost as that one tom selleck photo right

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What kind of sleeping position does each of the 141 members have? Are they more "Victorian Damsel in Distress" or "A Victorian Child Dying of Scarlet Fever"?

They are all about that tactical bed sharing

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sooo.........there's this video game man....

and! my ghost drawing playlist i listened to nonstop for this piece 🖤 | find my art + me on instagram |

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Had a bunch of little soap drawings so I decided to combine them all into this 🫶

Some notes + full versions of the drawings below the cut:

The yellow sticky note says "Johnny— keep your coffee OFF the papers. It stains." ( I think im hilarious)

I came up with a little story while drawing this, something about Soap's sister gifting Ghost an old camera early in his recovery while his memory is still pretty unstable . Unfortunately I can't write to save my life, so it'll keep living in my brain for the time being. Other than that this is just a retirement fix-it (my favorite trope, im a sucker for domesticity)

Anything written in all caps is supposed to be by Soap, everything else is by Ghost (I gave him my handwriting because I cant be bothered to try switching it up lmao)

The date on the top photo is the 2 year anniversary of Soap's "death" (hes alive and well trust). I initially was going to write a little joke about Soap pretending he quit smoking for his recovery & Ghost taking the photo as blackmail but I couldn't find a way to fit all of that in a short note

The dog's name is Maisie— you can see it cut off on the bottom photo. Soap was extremely insistent that he did NOT want a dog,,, he now treats her like his actual daughter and tucks her into bed every night

Yes thats a png of a receipt. And a letter.

I like this one but pls dont look too closely at the others <//3 i touched a few of them up in the final piece so they look a bit better there

I am very reluctantly including that last photo because the face scares me 😭

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Testing a new brush

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If I had a COD self insert OC it'd be the guy fucking all of the characters wives while they're away on deployment

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I went to scotland a couple months ago and behold the results

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Sketch from today’s stream

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it's important to get your rest after a long day of work - take a hot shower, bring along your teammate... uncropped and more on patreon

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KinkVember 11 - Knife Play

Slasher Simon "Ghost" Riley x Bambi x Transferrable Skills Simon

Read on AO3

CW: Knife play, blood mention, CMNF, explicit consent, check ins, abrupt ending

Notes: This is from a project that I'm percolating on with @sentientcave. All you need to know about that, right now, is that for Good and Plot Relevant Reasons, the various versions of the 141 I've written, and some of their darlings, have met and are in an interesting Liminal Space, where they are passing the time.

This is not cannon to either Slasher Handler or Transferrable Skills at this time.

PS: Haha, yeah, it's late. I feel a little bad about it, but I am also being nice to myself about it. Happy KinkVember!

Ghost is not as big as your Simon, but his presence is… overwhelming. He sits on the couch, bare faced, the way he never is around the other versions of himself. His blue eyes burn into yours, before he flicks them down to take in what you've worn for this experience. Simon's shirt hugs your curves and sits lightly on your hips, the only thing you're wearing other than a pair of lacy panties. You clench your toes when he looks at your bare feet, inexplicably shy.

He unsheathes the knife.

When you take a reflexive step back, Simon is there to catch you. One of his large hands rubs your shoulder, the other caresses your throat. "You're safe, Bambi. You trust me?"

"I trust you," you answer. "You won't let me get hurt, you won't get mad, you won't punish me."

"'m gonna hurt you," Ghost says. He cocks his head. "You know no one stays dead here?"

"You do anything she doesn't want," Simon rumbles above your head, "and I'm going to make you wish you could die."

Ghost sits back, cocking his head. "Never said anything about doing anything she don't want. Just said the truth of what she's asked me for. To hurt 'er. And that I can't kill 'er."

You feel a lot less brave, now that you're looking at the unsheathed knife in his hand. "What if I change my mind?"

"Then we check in," Simon answers, fingers pinching your earlobe. He nudges you forward when Ghost holds his empty hand out. "You chose him. I trust you."

"You just said you'd make him wish he was dead."

"'e said the same thing to Roman," Ghost chuckles. He catches your wrist with surprisingly gentle fingers. He moves so fast, you don't have time to flinch. The knife is just there, against your hip, lifting the hem of Simon's shirt to expose pink lace.

"Aren't you pretty?"

"It's all I could find," you whisper as the sharp edge of the blade plinks through rayon and elastic.

"Price is a demon, an' he likes pretty girls," Ghost rumbles. "'s true in every reality."

The panties barely make a sound as he slices through one side, then the other. You don't even have to step out of them, they just flutter to the ground. He uses the sharp tip to poke through the hem of the shirt, but simply lifts it. At your puzzled face, he raises an eyebrow until you get with the program and pull it off all the way.

Ghost gestures with a finger for you to turn around. You gulp as you do, looking up into Simon's concentrating face. Ghost's hand on your hip pulls you back, until you're plopped unceremoniously in his lap, Simon following to tower over you both.

"You know it could scar?" Ghost asks, perfunctory.

"I know," you whisper.

"You say stop, it stops. Acknowledge," Simon prompts, taking one of your hands in his. Ghost pushes your shoulder forward until your chest is pressed against Simon’s front, your other hand braced against his hip.

You gulp. "Acknowledged."

The first bite of the knife against your left shoulder blade is a shock. You can tell it's a small cut, but it stings, and you're not sure why you're surprised. You don't really have time to brace before the knife is back.

Ghost moves so fast, so methodically. You imagine it's like getting a tattoo as he works his way across your shoulders. Eventually the sting seeps into you and turns into a warmth that flows down your spine until Simon is holding you up.

The pain makes things a little fuzzy and warm around the edges. The little knicks lose their edge, and you nuzzle into Simon’s belly with a hum.

Beneath you, Ghost is hard, but you kind of expected that. His hand doesn't waver, though. He just pauses when you squirm against him and resumes his work when you settle again.

You are surprised when you feel Simon getting hard against your breasts. Ghost pauses as you tip your head up to look into Simon’s dark eyes, then resumes his methodical work.

“Sits like a dream,” Ghost says behind you.

“She’s perfect,” Simon says, stroking gentle fingers over your cheek. When you catch his thumb between your lips, he groans. “Color, Bambi.”

You’re still lucid enough that the words come easy. “Green. Please.”

“Good girl,” Simon rumbles, and his other hand dips down to touch the top of your back. You can’t help but shiver as he brings the red tips of his fingers up to his lips.

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Kyle "Gaz" Garrick in Call of Duty: Modern Warfare

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