#Mess Dining Room

[webdiggerxxx]

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[ainawgsd]

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[cosmic--static]

i don't usually post wips but oughhh i needed to share him

edit: finished product!

[nightmarist]

i realized while zooming way tf in at the house of hope boudoir that the bath's wall is littered. not just the roses and pillows and some nice incense, but near where the faucets are theres piles of clothes, towels/blankets, empty jugs, tipped over bottles, and candle wax spilling into the bath.

this man is fucking messy. clean haarleps pen.

[frenchpsychiatrybonbons]

by unofficial wannabe wanker

Mess on my dining room table

somewhere at home

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at 92h29 on Tuesday 06/06/2022 this photo documents that my dining room table looked like an archeological mess

[ghostlynimbus]

This week has been. So much. I'm exhausted.

[mymarifae]

wait i just saw this on the none cheeseburger post

this is so funny. i guarantee you those workers were laughing their asses off. they're fine.

[crvstybowlofcereal]

So I'm not a huge tea drinker, but I LOVE tea cups and tea sets and all that jazz.

So I when I found my favorite teacup and saucer while cleaning my room, I obviously decided to have a hot cocoa break!

[vampyrfagg]

no way i just watched a group of customers just... swipe leftover bags of food onto the ground so that they could sit at a table

[szczek]

i have never felt this much angry i’m tearing up and want to murder my dad

[lafseanchai]

Other people, seeing the spots where I overshot the tape and got paint where it doesn't belong on my walls and ceilings: messy, trashy, bad

Me, seeing the same thing: unique, artistic, real

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Me: Time for resssst.

Me trying to rest: *Sees all the productive things I need to do*

Me: HM.

[readwritealldayallnight]

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met in his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and his cock into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ��Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

Series masterlist

[tovarishch-dyke]

Last night my life could literally have been an episode of the bear. Not kidding no joke.

[toast-com]

Nature of Flesh (5-2-24)

Top Hat frowned at the blood-covered figure standing at his table, currently tearing apart an animal he had brought with him, alternating between eating said animal and staring intensely at its bones.

That figure was no other than Billy Shoepack, the eldritch deity Top Hat had foolishly struck a deal with.

"So, Top Hat." Billy spoke, twirling a femur between his fingers. "Tell me. What do you think the nature of flesh is?" Top Hat frowned at the question.

Did it have a correct answer? Or was Billy simply throwing him for a loop, as the god was wont to do, fickle as he was?

"...I'm not entirely sure." He admitted. "Something about mortality, maybe?"

He gave a disdainful sniff, frowning at the coppery smell of blood as it seeped into the wood of his dining table.

The sound of tearing flesh was loud as Billy sank his claws into the creature's corpse again.

He stared at the chunk of bloody meat, popping it into his mouth, before thrusting his hands back into the carcass, ripping the spine out of its body.

"Hm. You're surprisingly close to the answer." He bit down on one of the creature's kidneys with a growl, swallowing the hunk of meat. "For once."

He stuck his clawed fingers underneath the skin of the corpse's head, violently tearing it off, exposing the skull, gleaming with viscera.

"However, the nature of flesh is not wholly mortality." He balled his hand into a fist, bringing down on the skull with a loud crack.

"It is violence, and love. Sustenance and war!" He pushed pieces of the skull around, making more of a mess, and picked up the brain.

"It is rot and destruction. The flesh wars against itself, and in its arrogance..." Billy brought the brain to his mouth, brutally tearing through it with his viciously sharp teeth.

"It perishes. The flesh thinks he knows everything. But, in actuality, he knows nothing at all. He lives and he dies, over and over in an unending cycle of birth and decay!"

He cackled madly, before slamming his fist down on the creature's lower jaw, smashing it to pieces.

His hand came away bloody, and Top Hat couldn't tell if the blood belonged to the corpse or to Billy.

"He runs, living and dying for his entire pathetic, finite existence in a narrow, cramped burrow."

Billy reached for the the liver, claws gouging the flesh, his eyes blazing otherworldly in the dim light.

"Surrounded by others of his repulsive kind, he squeals in the dark and the damp. Inhaling his own sick. Consuming his own rot."

He attacked the rest of the intestines with a calculated savagery.

*And when he draws his final breath, he will die, as his kind does." Billy was breathing heavily, bright eyes unfocused.

"He is but a corpse in a rotting pit of corpses, and there is nothing distinguishing his dead body from the next."

Billy straightened from his hunched position over the table, claws leaving deep gashes in the intricately patterned wood.

He turned to look at Top Hat, a grin on his face.

"That, Top Hat, is the nature of flesh."

[mako-island-moon-pool]

Had my first 'pissed off' clean today bc I could not find any counter space to make sandwiches for me and my roommate's lunch tomorrow because of all the garbage (not mine) and dirty dishes (also not mine) just sitting out... Think I owe my mom an apology lol