#❛ THREAD: TBD.

[supurman]

hi guys interest checker can yall like or comment if you vibe with me

[wikihowhowtoexist]

ghh. please dont flop. please dont flop. please don

this took like 203 layers. and 13 hours and 30 minutes btw. irlk it was like 2-3weeks

but uhh it doesnt look that official iguess. who carez

jhere lemme show you like two easter eggs i put there actually:3

this ones pretty obvious id.say

just reffering to how timekeeper is croissant

okay so no. coffee candy isnt crying at nothing. HGEEDLP

if you recognize the lobby theyre in. uyes its the witches kitchen. and you can see matilda(the witch from cr) (search her up) hand slightly. thats becasue, tk felt silly , trapped baugette and coffee candy in the witches kitchen and made them run away from . their death!

right as the witch was about to grab therm both. tk was like 'oops this went too far' and then bought them back to the present timeline! teehee

also the picture . thats floating kinda. is a hc that. string and croi were. childhood besties... hgh,,,,

[mysterycitrus]

reading comics not for enjoyment or leisure but a secret third thing (to win arguments online)

[mostmagicals]

Hey, I’m not planning to be off hiatus here yet but I’ve been feeling really overwhelmed because of my following count and there are a lot of people I follow that went inactive or don’t see myself writing with.

I’m planning to do a softblock spree so if anyone still wants to write with me and remain mutuals, please give a like. Also, please don’t like if you’d like to keep me as a number on your follower count and not having any plans to write with me at all. It’s hard for me to tell these days which ones are still interested to write with me, as I’ve been having these experiences of losing mutuals frequently and I’m very discouraged. I still wanna write with my mutuals, but I wanna know who still are down to write with me despite my inactivity.

If I removed you as a mutual, you’re welcome to refollow and send me a message if you still wanna interact. I just wanna have a clean dash and keep the ones that are truly interested with my muses.

[usyrps]

what if we built a narrative ? what if we affiliated ? 💍

[leschanceux]

@hstoryhuh wanted a  random  text! -

[ text; alex ]; don't ask questions, just pick a number between one and ten.

[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?"

[tenebriism]

// In the mood for shippy things. ❤️ Like / comment for something. Will obviously vary depending on muse comforts / familiarity. I won't go in order, so if it feels like I'm taking a while, I'm probably jumping around. Muse is way higher for some than it is for others.

Specify muse / fandom / dynamic, please!

[xluciifer]

1AM GANG RISE UP.

[regnismemorias]

"Вот дерьмо-"

Glitch quickly stepped aside as a familiar man came barreling past her. She watched them fly out of the front door of the seedy dive bar, leaving a few heads to turn in his direction briefly before returning to nursing their drinks. Was that-? The young woman looked back at where he came from only to confirm her suspicions when her eyes met with another pair she recognized. To the chagrin of the bartender, she abandoned her apron & serving tray on the bar top, immediately approaching the band.

"You're Jez, right?" Glitch pointed over her shoulder at the front door. "And that was your drummer who flew out of here like a bat out of Hell?" She shook her head as if to rearrange her thoughts, her hand jutting out towards him. "Извини," she apologized. "Glitch. Big fan. Never thought I'd see you guys at this shit hole, like, ever." Her hand is at her hip when free, absentmindedly picking at her frayed corset.

"Is he, uh, coming back, or...?"

@amused-bouche

[immortalmuses]

@merriemarvels sent: “Promise me you’ll never lie to me.” - for Logan from Jubilee >:3c

ㅤㅤㅤLogan stills, the axe in his hand hanging inert at his side. For a long moment, the Canuck doesn't say anything, a complicated expression flickering across his face.

ㅤㅤㅤ"...That's a bad bet, kid." He finally replies, hefting the axe once more and taking aim at a cross section of trunk. "And you know it."

ㅤㅤㅤLogan grunts as he swings, splitting the wood into two neat pieces. (Sometimes his claws aren't the best tool for the job). "...Spent half my life lying to myself. How'm I supposed to never do it to you?"

[erstwhles]

hi hi i hope you're having a good weekend!

so, what if we (hear me out) started new things because work has predictably taken over my life and i don't feel like rereading drafts, which have piled up and are old, to reply when i could be writing

[leschanceux]

@f1rst-prince

"We'll start small", Catherine had said. "We'll start with Henry, and work our way up to Bea and Pip. You'll see - they'll understand, darling." Arthur wasn't so sure, but he wanted to believe. The cancer had been supposed to be fatal. Irrevocable, the hospital had said. They'd advised bedrest, somewhere warm, and between Catherine and Mary, which looking back was never a good thing), they'd decided it was best for Arthur to disappear until they knew, one way or another. He hadn't, however, realised that disappear meant dead. That his children had been mourning him all this time, and that Catherine had been pretending to go on charity excursions. "It was as good as charity," she'd joked, and he'd frowned at her. He was angry and horrified. Insisted that he be reintroduced to their lives, demanded it, in fact, or he'd find a way to damn well get back. "It won't be easy," he'd been told, but he didn't care. So they'd started with Henry. The youngest, the softest, Catherine said (though Arthur privately disagreed), the one least likely to snap after realising that he'd been lied to half his life. Once more, Arthur wasn't certain he agreed, but they had to start somewhere. It took some planning, and he wasn't sure how Catherine was even going to tell Henry (surprise, your dad has been alive this whole time!) or the others, but he had to trust her. He didn't have much choice. Catherine had flown Henry and his partner in from America, and on the flight over she'd decided spur of the moment, it'd be better just to... wait. Henry wouldn't believe her if she told him, and their relationship was not great. It was better, she thought, if Henry saw, if he and Arthur had that wonderful moment she could almost imagine in her head, the two of them running toward each other, that beautiful family moment., then everything would make sense and be forgiven. It would be perfect.

Since his father had died, Henry felt like the colours of the world around him and the gilded cage he was trapped in had faded to a dull grey. He'd lost most of his family in one fell swoop; Dad was dead and buried, Mum was absent both physically and emotionally, Philip had apparently decided to follow Gran's views on pretty much everything, and Bea had gone completely off the rails as she searched for her next high.

In short, life had been pretty shit - would've been unbearable if it wasn't for David, Pez and now Alex.

He'd been curled up in bed with Alex and David when Mum had called out of the blue, asked them to come back to England as soon as they could. Of course he'd agreed; Mum had called to ask, and that in itself was something to sit up and take notice of. She wouldn't say what was happening, though, and neither Bea nor Philip knew what was going on - they hadn't received a call, though Bea was threatening to just show up anyway ( for moral support, she'd said, though Henry thinks that she might just be nosy ).

That's how he'd ended up here, stood in the gardens of Kensington Palace with Alex's hand clasped tightly in his own as they waited for Catherine to meet them, politely admiring the rose bushes with quiet murmurs.

[mutatiio]

would anyone like to plot?? 🥺🥺

[mundmutter]

i always give her a very 'i love torturing men' type of demeanor most days but she does. . .feel like that. it do be like that. she likes making people weak. she likes to break people and watch them put themselves back together. most of all, she loves to watch people who are tormented refuse to break. She loves to watch them struggle and prevail despite her most intense efforts.

She's rooting for you. she's always rooting for you

[coiledqueen]

ooc. FINALLY woke up today feeling better after my two-week battle with the grippe.

this is proof that sparring threads do heal me. ❤️