#LOVE thanks mouse

[iheartsteve0704]

once again thinking about Agatha’s mouth opening, Rio wiping away her tears, the look Agatha is giving her, Rio breathing so heavily, and then Rio’s hand that was moving to hold the back of her neck I-

[porrigens]

a thin-ice double suicide (x)

for @cryptidzero

[bluestation]

nami day!! 🧡💐🍊

[cowboythewizard726]

beautiful orc girl leed helllOOOOO beautiful leed alert oh my GOD she's so cool WOOAHHHH beautiful siilly girl she was really pretty and awesome and so kind i think shes wonderful and there should be a statue made just for her thats really big and in the center of everything and she should get anything she wants ever smile face

[twigsyy]

[nastybuckybarnes]

i totally feel like mouse would bring ghost trinkets. oh here’s a shiny new coin? ghost would like this. maybe it’s something small from her past. but mostly just small, daily knick knacks, and ghost would say he wouldn’t keep them, but next thing you know his pockets are overflowing. and when soap notices…

omg yesssss shes like a lil crow

It starts off with little tiny things that you find that you think are cool, and you want to share with your Ghost.

He stares at the handful of small coins, then looks up to your face.

"I can't keep this."

Your lips turn down, shoulders slumping forward as you deflate at his rejection.

He huffs out a heavy sigh and shoves the coins into one of the pockets of his pants against his better judgment.

"Let's keep it a secret, yeah? Jus' you an' me, how's that sound?"

The smile that spreads across your face could light up the dark war-torn city you inhabit, and it certainly brightens his day.

And from that day forward, anything that sparkles, shines, or catches your eye, you feel the need to share with him.

"What's this?" He asks a few days later.

You smile proudly up at him as he inspects the watch closely.

It doesn't tell the correct time and the glass is cracked, but one glance at your beaming face and he already knows he needs to keep it until he dies.

"Gift. For Ghost."

"Mouse, this belonged to someone. You can't just take it," he protests weakly.

Your brows furrow in confusion. How could it belong to someone when they chose to leave it?

"When the people leave, they take what is important. That is why they take animals, children. If they want it, they take it. If it is important, they protect. They do not want these. I do. They are mine. And I give to my Ghost."

Your Ghost. Yours.

He feels his heart warm at your words, while you seem oblivious of their impact.

"So, if something is important, you should protect it? Keep it, take it with you when you leave?" He asks, stepping forward and towering over you. You don't cower like so many men before you have. Instead, you stand your ground and tilt your head back to nod up at him.

"If I want something, I should take it?" He asks lowly, one hand sliding around your waist to rest on your back.

You inhale sharply at the unexpected contact, eyes fluttering closed as you understand his words, then nod once more.

"What does Ghost want?" You ask quietly, opening your eyes and gazing up at him.

The weight of your gaze nearly makes his knees buckle, and he finds himself speechless for a long while.

He's so used to having power over people, making them cower, making them bend to his will. And now he feels like he's on the other side of it. And the best part is, you have no idea you're doing it.

His sweet little mouse.

His radio crackles, as it always does in the tenderest of moments between the two of you, and he sighs.

Before he can leave, you slide a hand up around his neck, urging him to lower his head.

He obeys, eyes closing when you press your forehead as close to his as you can manage with all his gear in the way.

"Bye bye," you whisper, taking a step back and disappearing into the night.

He stuffs the watch in his pocket and heeds the call of his teammates, pondering your question the entire time.

What does he want?

You. That's what.

Bringing him gifts quickly becomes the highlight of your sad grey life, and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't looking forward to it, too.

Seeing your eyes light up every time you open your little hands to show him what treasures you've found is more than reason enough to wake up every morning.

With each passing day, his pockets grow heavier, but it's grounding. A constant reminder that you're with him, you're around and safe and breathing.

"I have for you... something very special," you tell him one day, a big grin on your face.

"Oh yeah? And what might that be?"

You bring your hands out from behind your back and show him, and he cocks his head to the side as he tries to understand what it is.

"What is it?" He finally asks, inspecting the round object closely.

"Fruit. To eat."

He eyes you skeptically, unsure if this is some sort of trick.

Where would you get fruit in an environment like this? He's sure you've been living off of scraps and stolen rations, so how you could find fresh fruit is beyond him.

You bring it to your lips and take a bite as if to prove to him that it is, in fact, what you say it is, and he watches as some of the juice dribbles past your lips and down your chin.

His hand is moving before his mind can keep up, and he watches as he wipes the mess off of you.

You smile up at him and extend your hand, waiting for him to take it, but he shakes his head.

"That is very special. I want you to keep it, Mouse. You deserve a treat like that."

You frown and shake your head, licking your lips before speaking.

"I share with you. Please."

Hearing the word 'please' fall from your pretty lips makes him want to pull the moon out of the sky and present it to you on a silver platter.

He takes the piece of fruit from you, turning around to lift his mask and take a bite. When he turns to face you again, his mask is back in place and you can see his jaw working beneath it as he chews.

He'd be lying if he said it wasn't one of the sweetest and most delicious things he's eaten in months.

"Thank you, Mouse. It's delicious."

You grin happily and take it back from him to take another bite, humming with delight as the flavour explodes on your tongue once more.

As he watches you eat the little fruit, he wonders what you would think of the grocery stores and farmer's markets back home. The plethora of fresh fruits, exotic ones too.

You'd surely lose your mind at all the flavours, the variety.

He's pulled from his thoughts by the sound of gunfire far too close for comfort.

Your head snaps toward the sound, fruit falling from your fingers and hitting the ground with a wet 'splat'.

His guard is up in an instant, one hand pushing you behind his back while the other lifts his weapon, aiming at the source of the sound.

"Let's get you inside, little one."

The next time you give him a gift, it's done between intense rounds of heavy gunfire, the fight worsening the closer they get to the heart of the city.

Somehow, like always, he finds you close by. Too close to the fight, in his opinion.

"You are hurt?" You ask, looking at him closely when he enters the small convenience store you've chosen as your home for the day.

He shakes his head, taking a seat with you behind the counter and sighing heavily.

After how many months, the fight is starting to take a toll on him.

But here you are, reminding him of his purpose.

"Here," you whisper, holding your hand out to him.

His tired eyes follow the movement, and then he's opening his hand out to you, watching curiously as you drop a silver necklace into it.

"Where'd you get this one?" He asks, bringing it closer so he can inspect it.

It has a pretty charm at the end of it, and it's inscribed with words in a language he's not familiar with.

"My mother," you whisper, curling your knees up to your chest.

His eyes snap to you, but your eyes are focused on the necklace in his hand.

"She tell me... this will protect... wherever I go."

It's worked thus far, as far as he's concerned.

"Where is she now?"

You bring your eyes to his and give your head a sad shake.

You remember the day she was ripped from you, the day she sacrificed everything so you could be free.

"She give to me, and now I give to Ghost. Safe with you."

He knows better than to try and argue with you.

Instead, he nods, and tucks it away in a hidden inner pocket of his vest.

"I'll take good care of it. I promise."

~

"Hang on a minute," Soap murmurs one day when they're out on patrol.

Ghost obeys, freezing in his tracks as the other man tilts his head to the side, listening carefully.

"What is it, Johnny?"

Another moment goes by before the Scot shakes his head and begins walking again.

"Thought I heard somethin' s'all."

They walk in silence for a few more moments before he's stopping them again.

The sound stops again as well.

"What is it, MacTavish?"

Soap looks around slowly, carefully, inspecting every nook and cranny, every shadow and window and corner, but still there's nothing.

"Guess m'finally startin' to lose it," he mutters, shaking his head as if to shake away the sound.

The jingling follows Soap around all night while he's on patrol, like the voice of God in a poor man's ear during a time of desperation. And finally, when they get back to base, he pinpoints the source.

"Lt, are you... is that you... jingling?"

The question feels ridiculous as he asks it, but it's the only explanation for what's been happening.

Ghost's brows pull together and he glances down, taking a rather exaggerated step and glancing down at his leg when the sound rings out.

"Seems that way, yeah."

Soap stares at him, and he stares right back. As if his leg jingling like Christmas bells is something that should be expected.

"Why?" He finally asks after a few minutes.

Ghost sighs and pats his pocket, then digs his hand inside and produces only a small portion of the newest trinkets and doodads you've gifted him.

"These from yer mouse, I take it?" He asks, taking the handful and chuckling when Ghost only produces another handful from another pocket.

Eventually, he's emptied out his pockets, and Soap has called Price and Gaz over to inspect some of the things you've gifted the skull-faced soldier.

The teasing begins quickly, jests of him being spoiled rotten by a little street mouse, starting a hopeless romance with someone he can never keep, and he lets them have their fun.

There's one thing he doesn't take out, one important gift he keeps around his neck now, next to his dog tags where he knows it'll be safe.

His team doesn't question the new silver chain when they catch a glimpse of it. They know that if he wanted them to know about it, they'd know.

This one does well and truly stay between you and him. And he has no intention of changing that.

[skullsemi]

MY turn for an ask, buddy! So with Gladstone and Mortimer you have the makings of another trio— someone who is friends with both of them (begrudgingly or otherwise) so I’m curious! Who would be their Goofy?

That is a great question, and honestly? I can't really see anyone that would fit the bill and I think that is because these two have so many things in common already that it's hard to find someone else just alike

[aylish91]

Thank you so much @seirindono for letting me commission you for some of my NagaMob/NagaMafia boys! I adore them!!!

I love how smug Blue is~ Fits him so well!

[sunny1927]

Hi. I have an idea for a request.

Mickey and Minnie as the Nutcracker and Marie/Clara. From the House of Mouse.

Happy New Year! 😊✨

I had to watch to watch the short to get a better understanding and oh my goodness I laughed so hard sickakdkdskjs- (I didn’t expect to chuckle at most of the scenes especially Von Drake and Goofys one XD)

(Also I don’t really know who Marie/Clara is, I tried looking into the House of Mouse for that but nothing, so I apologise if I didn’t get to do it. But I hope you like this piece I did :D)

[north-noire]

Behold! I am the magic anon #058! Now it’s time to dropkick William Afton into the fifteenth dimension!

The FNAF good ending just dropped.

[bondilluns]

gaze into her killing jar i'd sometimes stare for hours, she even poked the holes so i can breath

here's revenge ray as a little mouse for an art trade with @omtai !!! ^^ here's their half of the trade, it's the cutest thing i've ever seen!! >u<

[ID: A digital drawing of Ray Toro as a cartoon mouse playing guitar. He's wearing a bulletproof vest with a red shirt underneath, and striped pants. His eyes are closed, he is smiling and poking his tongue out. End ID.]

[desceros]

ok this one's better. ignore any previous villain donnie's left in your inbox oooo

[meteorologist voice] well folks if you look to your night sky you'll have a chance of catching a special treat tonight! looks like tumblr user desceros has fucking exploded and will be ascending to become a star in our cosmos. wow, what an opportunity to see spontaneous human combustion in real time. truly something special. anyway, back to you, janice

[paper-mario-wiki]

Amber's like "We ain't got time for all that" lol

certainly whatever theoretical form the afterlife takes is a pleasant one, but like. rent is coming up. and ive got 2 shifts tomorrow. so like. maybe later.

[preciouslittletoonette]

Thinking about EM2's ending. And the brothers. Mostly, Mickey's deep love and respect for Oswald.

Had Oswald not been there in the end for the final fight, Mickey would've cooked the Doc and leave him to die. This is a hill I'll die on.

Like- ugh- I'm kinda struggling to put it into simpler words so I'm kinda gonna story it.

Like Mickey sees Oswald getting grabbed by the Mad Doctor, trying to pull him down into the thinner pool and sees a bit of red (or even green in this case) and rushes forward to rescue his brother. His brother, who wanted to stay behind to rescue the villain. They could've gotten out if they left the Doctor behind. But Oswald still desperately wanted to save him.

Mickey was geared to use thinner after hearing the Mad Doctor's mocking laugh as Mickey relentlessly tries to free Oswald from the animatronic's grip. He was so ready to put an end to the horrid man who messed with and manipulated so many toons, but especially his dear big brother.

But in that last second, he thought of Oswald who he was trying to save. Oswald, who so deeply believed in redemption and second chances. Oswald, who even after being betrayed over and over again, still reached a hand out to the enemy who hurt him in places that still felt so raw to touch. Like his fear of abandonment and his feelings of inadequacy.

Oswald, despite it all, still wanted to save the Mad Doctor. Oswald, who had the most to be angry about, still picked mercy above everything else.

So in that last second, Mickey squashed down the raging Blot inside him and chose Paint. Not because of his own goodness. But because of Oswald's. Oswald's mercy and deep belief in redemption and Mickey's deep respect for his dear big brother's beliefs was what saved the Mad Doctor in the end.

[kiyomisworld]

twooowabajiyy…. towobjttrmayhhhrewwwssss…. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[hellbabyfromhell]

rip veoh, 2005-2024 💔