#⟨ asks ⟩

[readwritealldayallnight]

I would love a take on boyfriend Ghost coming home to surprise you, but he finds your bed empty and doesn't realize that you are in his room in his bed. Thanks.

The placebo effect, was what he kept trying to convince you it had to be, no matter how many times you rolled your eyes and told him he was wrong

How else could one explain your insistence that Simon’s bed smelled so much like him, becoming your safe space when he was away on long deployments, when he only ever slept with you in your bed most nights to begin with

Hard to believe it was nearly three years ago now that you’d told your friend since childhood, Johnny, about how your search for a new flat was going miserably. You remember how he’d perked up and recounted with a mischievous glint in his eye about how his Lieutenant was apparently searching for a flat mate at the moment, someone who’d be looking after the place while he was away for work

Unsure about living with a strange man you’d never met before, but trusting Johnny’s judgement (though the way he seemed just a bit too eager about this meeting did kind of throw you off-) you had reluctantly agreed to meet with him and at least give the flat a glance before you simply turned him down

It wasn’t until you were knocking at the door of the address Johnny had written down for you, that you’d realized he’d never even given you the man’s goddamn name, only ever referring to him at Lieutenant or LT

Johnny apparently also failed to mention the absolute SIZE of the guy, his huge frame blocking nearly all of the light from behind him as he had swung the door open and stood in the doorway before you

In a slight panic, thrown off by the massive man before you and the way the butterflies in your stomach suddenly began to flutter at the sight of him, you had greeted him for the first time with a squeaky, unsure voice saying ‘Um, hi, are you the Mr Lieutenant?’ (something he has never let you live down since)

He knew then and there that you would be the one

Not just his flatmate (though what a generous flatmate he was when he offered insisted on moving all your boxes out of your old place and into his that very same day), but the one, something he reluctantly had to give Soap credit for, seeing as he was the one who wouldn’t stop talking his ear off about you

You would be his other half, his better half

And all these years later, the two bedroom flat truly only acted as a one bedroom, considering that from the start Simon was always falling into your bed with you at the end of each night, limbs tangled together under the warmth of a lovers embrace a thousand times more comforting than an actual comforter

Still though, that first time Simon had to be gone for work longer than a few weeks, you found the lingering odor of him clinging to his bedsheets to be one of the few things keeping you sane in his absence, taking to sleeping in his room for the time being, imagining that the pillow you cling to your front was a strong muscular arm instead, littered in scars and tattoos you feel confident you could recognize from touch alone

And when his long awaited flight back home to you landed a few hours earlier than expected, tires touching down in the dark, stillness of late night hour, he decided he’d surprise you and come straight home, rather than calling you to meet him at the base like you’d insisted, not wanting to wake you

Barely able to contain himself, he decided the elevator ride up to the seventh floor would take too long, take away precious seconds that brought him closer to you, and so up the flight of stairs he went, taking them two or three at a time, rushing to see the face etched behind his eyelids every time he closed his eyes, to hear the voice that haunted his dreams each night

Quietly as a man his size could, he crept into the flat, snuck his way into your room, expecting to see your sweet, sleeping form cuddled up amongst the blankets and pillows. But his heart dropped when he noticed the bed was still perfectly made, not a thread out of place.

Trying to remain calm, though his mind was instantly swarming with every possible scenario that could have taken place, he knew he saw your shoes and jacket by the door, you couldn’t have gone far… but where were you?

He glanced into the living room, wondering if he missed you sleeping on the couch after a long day, he poked his head into the bathroom, even went so far as to check the small balcony, but finally there was only one door left to open.

And there you were, safe and sound, a tiny ball curled up into the center of his huge bed, clinging to one of his old masks and holding it close to your chest as though it were a security blanket (you’d been sleeping in his bed so much you needed something that still smelled strongly of him, you were getting desperate)

Stripping himself down to only his boxers, he tiptoed towards the side of the bed, his mind finally feeling more at peace than he ever had, gently pulling the sheets back just enough for him to slip in behind you, his strong arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you into his muscular chest

Though it should be alarming to suddenly feel a pair of hands roaming over your skin, a body holding you firmly against their own, it’s as though your body knows who it is before your mind does

Any tension you were still holding onto during his absence instantly melts away, your own hands coming to land over top of his, giving a slight squeeze of acknowledgment, not yet willing to fully leave your half asleep state, but needing to touch him, to confirm he really is here

“Hmm,” You hum, voice groggy with sleep and a smile slowly stretching across your lips, snuggling further into his embrace. “You’re home.”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head, breathing you in, wishing he could bottle up the scent of your shampoo and lotions and perfumes, if only to have something to hold onto while he’s away, understanding now why he found you in this bed rather than your own

“I am.” He whispers into your hair, sensing that you’re already drifting back into dream land, safe in his arms and his bed, knowing he’ll be there when you wake. He feels his chest tighten when he knows that you weren’t talking about the fact that he’s physically home, in the flat, but something more, something much more, because he means the same thing when he tells you, “You’re my home too, love.”

[golden-berry]

more.....fiddlestan......more.....

AAAH I HOPE THIS WORKS!!!

[runningwithscizzorz]

So, the twin shittens were born from Nour's chest, what about the third shitten?(i forgot her name). I remember a post of yours that said that the crown changes the ways of life conception, child-bearing and child-birth, but I'm very curious how the youngest of the siblings were carried

Esha was conceived in the conventional non-greek mythology related way. The Lamb was convinced that besides the demonic intervention of the crown using Narinder's seed when he was still a god of death, that they couldn't carry children.

WRONG, they can! Just as long as it's another god's seed and not a mortal's. In fact with Narinder being the god of fertility and life, their pregnancy was unnaturally fast and they were able to have their third baby after only two months.

I mean, it was a mostly normal pregnancy. Besides when Nour was going through labor and accidentally killed two of the nurses attempting to hack the baby out of their body with the sharpest survival tools they could find. A set of stupid doodles below the cut⬇️

[charlott2n]

does the forcefem work on femme tboys as well…

i can forcefem anybody

[fox-guardian]

Anya just having a nice time for herself :'] whatever you think she'd do in her free time

okay so i've been thinking about the sleeping quarters/bathroom situation on the tulpar for a minute and i think it'd be fun if they had communal bathrooms for Efficiency or whatever, but separated by gender because that seems typical, so anya gets a huge bathroom all to herself where she can just. vibe in the morning while the guys are busy doing their thing <3 so i drew that <3

[ID: A digital illustration of Anya from Mouthwashing having fun in a communal bathroom. It has with a large basin sink, four open showers, and a set of stalls. There is a radio in the center of the floor. Anya is wearing a baggy and brightly colored "The Cure" t-shirt, sleep shorts, and slippers. There are three of her in the room doing various things, such as doing her makeup in the mirror while smiling, doing a dance by the showers, and leaning against the stall doors dramatically and singing. end ID]

[comicaurora]

hey so sorry to send another ask about the site fucking off but like uhm

i dont think its supposed to be like that

Fascinating. It looks like Wordpress has decided to put linebreaks before and after every link in an image caption and give me no way to turn this off. Absolutely baffling. Only way to unfuck the formatting would be to delete the reference links in every character description, which I do not want to do.

[hellsitegenetics]

Behold! I, in my boredom and neurodivergence, have taken the organism archive (Faithfully updated by me) and converted it into a very messy genome!

6 pages of A, C, G and T! What could result when BLASTing this?

String identified: (all that)

Closest match: Napeogenes sylphis genome assembly, chromosome: 12 Common name: Clearwing Butterfly

(image source)

[readwritealldayallnight]

reader who is flexible / does yoga x simon who gets really flustered watching it? 👀

During those first few months of living together as flatmates, having gone from strangers who happened to have a friend in common to sharing a bedroom wall within 24 hours, you both learned a lot about each other

On your end, you learned that his presence in the flat was a rarity, gone for days if not weeks at a time before coming home. Even then, he usually was only back for short periods of time, most of it spent sleeping

You do discover that he’s an early riser however, much to your chagrin when the sound of his routine post workout shower wakes you up before the sun has ever risen

You learn that he’s a decent enough cook, but will always insist on helping in some way if he finds you in the kitchen working on something, no matter how simple or complicated the dish is

Over time you even find out how he prefers his tea in the morning and when you get the chance, try and surprise him with a warm drink waiting for him after his shower

When you know that he prefers to keep the flat a little cooler than you usually have it, you’ll turn the thermometer down a degree just before he comes home, just as he’s gotten into the habit of turning it back up for you on his way out, the gesture going unspoken between the two of you

Simon also learns a lot about you in the time since you’ve moved in

He learns all about your taste in music, a melody never not playing in the background of whichever room you’re occupying, often telling him the name of a song or artist you can tell he likes from the way his foot will tap or fingers will drum against his thigh

He discovers you’re a bit of a night owl, often hearing you in the kitchen baking some dessert or another at midnight, or talking on the phone with a friend. He never minds though. In one case he wakes up to sweet treats in the morning, and the other he gets to overhear your even sweeter voice chirping and giggling. And if one time a smile of his own graces his lips when he hears you telling your friend how you’re loving the new flat, and your flatmate “isn’t so bad on the eyes either”, then who’s complaining?

He finds out what your favourite take out food is, often surprising you with something on his return home, definitely not blushing under the mask if it earns him a hug or peck on the cheek as thanks

But one thing Simon learns about you early on, something that he thinks about not just at home but on base, in briefings, on missions, on helis and jets and trucks, is how part of your daily routine, is doing fucking yoga in the living room.

He’s been in countless situations most civilians could never even dream up, let alone withstand, and Simon under the mask that is Ghost always stays as cool and collected as any seasoned vet would

But seeing you in sweatpants, or leggings, or even worse when you’re wearing those shorts of yours, strolling into the living room with your yoga mat tucked under your arm, his pants instantly tighten every single time, knowing what’s to come (or rather who’s to c-)

Following along to your instructional video playing on the telly, paying him no mind as he sits in the adjoining kitchen as you bend into position after position, simply doing your nightly routine as you have for years now, unknowingly putting your flatmate through a torture he’s never endured before

Every time he’s lucky enough to witness you stretching your limbs, contorting your body into poses he couldn’t fathom doing himself, he finds his dreams that night filled with the very same images of you, though wearing far less clothing, and in his bed instead of a yoga mat, though he would take you anywhere let’s be honest

He always waits for you to finish your routine, be it a quick 15 minute stretch or a nearly hour long session, he remains and watches you until you leave, before he dares to stand with his arousal on full display through his pants, rushing to his room or bathroom to take care of business

He learns that he’s never felt more intense pleasure at his own hand than when he thinks of you, when he has has your face and body freshly imprinted on his mind as he finishes, imagining the heaven that it must be to have the real thing rather than his calloused fist

It’s interesting you see

You really like Simon, and you like when he’s home, like getting to know him and spend more time with him

And if you happen to learn that when you do your yoga routine out where he can see you, that he suddenly spends a lot more time in the flat than on base, coming home more and more often, no matter how short his stay is… well, who’s complaining?

[golden-berry]

I love fiddlestan, but could we perhaps have some Ford and Stan bonding? It's cool if you don't, no pressure!

I LOVE THÈSE BROTHERS!!

My personal belief is that Ford always knows how to make Stanley laugh :3

[meltedmush]

Bunhe but he is an actual bunny? 🥺

Here he is!

[httyd-art-requests]

Helloo!! This isn’t a request or anything, I was just wondering if you’ve seen the new Midnight Wrath dragon from Rise of Berk? Just curious!

Not yet! >:0 I gotta go investigate, please hold

[anniflamma]

HI ANNI!!! HAVE 5 COOKIES FOR ALL YOUR HARD WORK! 🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪

THANK YOU!!!

[kittybroker]

I just saw your opinion on . It isn't funny. It isn't cute. I anonymously hate you so much for your opinion on .

the internet is a cruel and unusual place

[ravennaortiz]

Lots of good things you may get a little taste of 💜

for every "🌹" received in my inbox i'll post one random sentence of a random WIP i'm currently writing

[golden-berry]

Are you doing requests? If so, can you draw old FiddleStan, please? 🙏

Hehe I will never give up the excuse to draw these men!!

They are married. In my heart.