#ask game: ghost

[mt07131]

what w0uId y0u describe maeve divine and gh0st as? f0r the ask!

Maeve Divine is summer. Bright smiles, carefree attitude, but can sometimes be too much to handle for some people. Not that she cares all that much, the people who truly love her know how to appreciate her.

Ghost is a wildfire. She blazes brightly, quickly, seemingly uncontrollably. There is danger in dancing with her, yes, but much like a wildfire helps new growth, it is her burning that will plant the seeds for something new.

Describe Your OC As...

[ehlihr]

WHEN YOU DIE || OFF Animatic

here’s my silly animatic i did over yesterday and today. hope u enjoy!

[thecindercrow]

[temeyes]

eyebrows >:^(

[cardo-de-comer]

[ashleys-doodle-corner]

Act 3 (But why did they look so...?)

We finally got to the comic that actually made me think about this AU in the first place. After I was mulling around the idea of Loop looking like Siffrin the whole time, I realised that the conversation of "who or what do you think I am?" doesn't apply anymore. But you know what would?

The question of why Loop is even here in the first place. Because while it's nice to have another you around to help you out of the loops, isn't it weird that they're even here? Who sent them?

... and what was with their response?

[machveil]

Can't believe you're gonna make me simp for this man while I'm at work-

LET ME KISS HIS SCARS BETTER REPEATEDLY DAILY ON THE BED ON THE DESK ON THE KITCHEN COUNTER WHERE NO GOD CAN SEE OR JUDGE I WILL WORSHIP THE MAN WITH WAR WOUNDS THE WAY HE OUGHT TO BE -🐸

Kiss it Better

sometimes a kiss makes things feel better— or a few dozen! headcanons for smoochin’ their scars: Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” MacTavish, König, Sebastian Krueger

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon Riley has been on the receiving end of a lot, he’s used to it - mishaps during training, wounds during deployments, not to mention the occasional bumps and bruises from daily life. what he wasn’t used to receiving was the feeling of your lips on the rough, patchy parts of his skin

”What’chya doin’, love?”, voice warm as he watches you press kisses to his scarred chest. he’d told you about some of them, grazes and nicks, close calls with blades, “Nothing, Si.”. a content hum resonates in his chest, a hand resting on the back of your head as you continue - kissing from scar to scar

he was indifferent towards the scars - a part of his job, but when you littered kisses over them? the warmth that bloomed in his chest was welcomed. lounging in bed with you, the tv idly playing in the background as he combs his fingers through your hair, the domestic moment is pure bliss for Simon

pressing his own kiss to your hairline, he cracks a smile when you chuckle, nipping at his collarbone. “Careful, you’re supposed t’be kissin’ ‘em, lovie.”, he says, tugging your hair a little.

“Could leave a couple new marks for you.”, you mumble, smiling against his skin when he gently scratches your scalp

John “Soap” MacTavish:

for every kiss you place on his scars he’s doubling them and giving them back. Johnny is a sucker for when you kiss his scars - getting them can be horrifying depending on what happened, but when you’re pecking his arms? peppering kisses over his scarred muscles? he’s thinking about banging his knee into your coffee table ‘accidentally’ so you’ll kiss it better

“Wait, go back— missed a spot, mo ghaol.”, Johnny happily says, hand cupping your chin as he smiles at you, guiding you to press a kiss to his shoulder. the scar is barely visible - probably a nick from training or bumping into something, but he’s more than happy to feel your lips against the small mark, “Ya started this, gotta kiss ‘em all.”, he insists

he’s living for the attention, thumb pressed to your cheek as he gently guides you to each scar - some completely visible, others you have to squint at. and he’s gushing, cooing sweetly at you about how nice your lips feel against his skin, how you should do this more often

and he when you’re done? he’s pressing you down against the couch, a hand holding your wrists above your head as he kisses you silly - he’s laughing, dopey smile on his lips as he sloppily pecks you. “Hold still, mo chridhe! You’re squirmin’ too much—“, he chuckles, accent thick between quick kisses

“John! John— let go! It tickles!”, you complain, his stubble rubbing against your neck as he playfully bites at you

König:

it took a while for König to reveal his marred skin to you - scars, freckles, and moles all hidden beneath his uniform and civvies. despite his confidence and cocky nature as a Colonel, behind closed doors König worries. ever since his childhood people had pointed and mocked him, and back then he wasn’t charging into the field receiving wounds

but he trusts you, and when his sniper hood is awkwardly tugged off by large, calloused hands? his icy blue gaze meets yours, his face on display - a small scar over against his eyebrow, a cut across the corner of his lips, a scattering of roughed up skin against his cheek. he doesn’t explain what happened, how he got his scars and wounds, but you don’t pry. instead, when your first instinct is to press a kiss to his long since healed cheek?

he freezes, breath hitching - König was expecting you to be appalled, to leave his apartment with knit eyebrows and disappointment in your eyes. he wasn’t expecting such gentle, careful adoration. and when you move to kiss his crooked nose, the bridge slanted slightly, he feels his chest tighten with relief, heart hammering. “Oh, liebling—“, shaky hands moving to hover above your hips, he swallows, “You don’t have to.”, he murmurs

his stomach flips when you kiss the corner of his lips, right where the nick against them is. he lets his eyes flutter shut when you tell him you want to, the he’s handsome and ever so charming - words he never thought he’d hear

“So pretty—“, you mumble, moving to peck the small scar the splits his eyebrow, “You look perfect, König.”

Sebastian Krueger:

prideful bastard, he’s showing off each and every scar - telling you exactly what happened. it doesn’t matter that his body has a reminder that he was nicked by a blade, “Ja, the man that did this won’t lay a hand me again, meine Herz.”, it’s almost like he’s bragging about them

Krueger cracks jokes about some of his more serious wounds, waving off anything he considers boring. the small scrape on his hip? ignore that he accidentally hip checked the corner of a table, look at this one! it’s the size of your thumb, you want to know where he got it? no? oh, you don’t want to listen to his stories, kleiner Vogel? you’re hurting his feelings, you should kiss his scars to make it up to him

he just wanted to share some stories with you, isn’t it mean that you’re denying him? he’s holding your face, palm to your chin and his thumb slightly digging into your cheek, “Du willst mir nicht zuhören, kleiner Vogel? Fine, how about you give me some attention then, Klingt das gut?”. he grins when you press a kiss to the scar on his chest, humming at the feeling of your lips against his skin, “Schau dich an, isn’t this nice?”

in fact, Krueger likes it so much that he’ll seek you out just to feel you kiss his old wounds - settles you in his lap, crowds you against the kitchen counter. his eyes light up whenever you initiate, chest twisting with excitement as you peck his collarbone, where a nasty little wound had been years ago

softly smiling as you press kisses to the healed, rough bit of skin, you glance up at Krueger, “Tell me about this one?”

I love these silly little guys - I hope you enjoyed these fluffy, domestic interactions with these soldiers🎀✨

[snakeguy999]

Day 21. "Buddies...?"

OFFtober prompts by @echothefreak

[boo-topia]

do you think that mugman cosplays as any popular video game princess, like Rosalina or Zelda? ^^

Idk if Ive ever mentioned how much mugman and Luigi have in common but I think mugman should dress up as princess peach so that’d give them one more shared experience

[venomous-qwille]

A very good one to start with, very curious about your thoughts:

🌒 - Do you prefer Sun & Moon to be separate animatronics or share the same body?

And

💬 - How would you describe this AU to a friend who wasn’t in the DCA fandom?

I'm also curious if you've ever been seen at work, working on your AU, has anyone questioned you and how did you explain (if at all)

Very in awe of GITM. You're an amazing artist.

Oooh so, I like both. In GITM I have some bots who are dual ai and others who aren't- I think that both options have their own unique narrative interest. My main preferred take is that 'canon' they are dual AI. There is lots of lore in GITM though about why they stopped making suns and moons in the same body! Gosh how would I describe gitm to a non DCA person ahaha... I've had to do this a bunch of times actually. How it usually goes is: Oh my story is a retro-future ghost story that fucks around with philosophy, death and robots and what it means for a machine to die, or like, how to find meaning in your life when you are living past your sell-by date. It follows a mechanic who is plagued by visions of the past while they fix a bunch of old entertainment robots. Sort of modern horror fantasy. Yeah. Yeah well people like it cause they want to kiss the robots. Yeah. Yeah no, I know its weird, yeah. No. It's probably not your sort of thing.

LMAO Ahh, the perils of professional concept work. I don't do any personal art on my work equipment because I dont ever want the company I work for to lay claim to any of the content I make </3 Same goes with google docs I'm afraid, no writing GITM on my lunch break :(

[simonriley09]

Butcher!Simon x Baker!Fem!Reader

TW: Cum, Squirting, Drunkeness, Younger reader x Older Simon, Sex, NSFW, Spelling mistakes. Simon was working alone, the shop next to his bakery having closed down for YEARS so when the next day it's opened, hello kitty themed with pastries, breads and the sweet aroma of icing his interested was spiked. You were working on a calzone when you realized, you had no more salami so you quickly rushed into the butcher shop next door, looking at the hulking frame chopping a pig up. "Excuse me sir, do you by any chance have pepperoni?" you managed to squeak out, you felt a bit uneasy as he stopped cutting and turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. Simon nodded and handed you a long sausage. (IDK WHAT TO CALL IT😭😭) "That will be 6.45" He practically growled. You handed him the cash and quickly rushed back into the bakery, continuing to make the calzones. After Simon's shift he walks in, seeing the Hello Kitty™ wallpaper before staring at the pasteries, the kitty head shaped cookies, cakes and pans before his eyes land on you, about to take the kitty shaped calzones out of the oven, your pink apron covered in flour and your hair in a big bun.

You set the hot pan down on the counter and take your gloves off, going to grab a strawberry milk for yourself, you take a carton from the fridge, pouring it in a glass before taking a sip of it, sighing in relief as your parched throat gets some yummy strawberry flavor :D. You grabbed the pan again but quickly dropped it, you forgot it was fresh out the oven and you burned your hands, rushing to the sink and turning on the water. Your eyes prickled with tears until you heard a low monotone voice behind you. "Did you forget it's hot or something?, Idiot..." It was Simon, the butcher from next door. He grabbed your hands and inspected the growing red welts. "It feels like they're pulsing! plus i'm not an idiot.." He put your hands back under the cold water, soothing the ache before he pat your head. "Jesus kid, you gotta be careful around the oven." He caught a whiff of your perfume... it was so sweet... just like the treats in the bakery. You pulled your hands out of the water and showed him. "Do you have first aid?" Simon asked. You shook your head and he sighed, grabbing your wrist and taking you next door back into his butcher shop, he took out his first aid and cleaned the red welts before bandaging your hand. "Careful next time." He said before you left and he locked his shop, going home.

You closed your shop after that and went home too, using your roller skates to get home and taking them off in the bathroom, stepping into the hot bath, relaxing and putting your hands outside the bath so your bandages don't get wet. Once you finished you snuggled into bed and went to sleep. The next morning you overslept.. it was already 10:45AM. You were supposed to be there at 8.. You hurriedly got up and got dressed, throwing your hair into a quick pony before opening your store and heard Simon laughing from his shop.

Jeez that big prick.. The weeks went by quick and Simon went to a bar, getting obscenely drunk before following you home, when you saw how drunk he was you couldn't just let him stay outside. He sat down on your couch, drawfing it with his size before he snatched you and pulled you onto his lap, getting a nice view of your cleavage before he suddenly grabbed one of your tits, making you squeak in surprise. "Simon?!" He quickly shushed you, pulling your shirt off to reveal your black, uncomfy bra. "Let's get this off ya' darlin', yeah?" he unclipped your bra with one hand, letting it slide off to reveal your soft plump tits. He grabbed the back of your thighs to lift you up and took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling on it till it became hard. You gripped the hair at his nape, squirming and clenching around nothing.

He ripped your skirt off, leaving you in just panties, he slipped his sweats down to his thighs along with his briefs, letting his thick shaft slap right against your wet slick with a loud squelch, your panties being a barrier to the actual thing. "Simon please- you can't keep me worked up like this!"

Simon just smirked, rutting up against you. The bulbous tip hitting your clit repeatedly. He pulled off your nipple, going to the other one. You whined, grinding down on his shaft, covering it in your juices before he finally pulled your panties off, slotting himself at your slit. With one brutal thrust he stuffed you full, your breath hitching and Simon letting out a groan, slurring praises in his drunken state as he sloppily thrusted up into you like you were a sex toy.

The coil in your belly tightened quickly, making you clench and claw at his biceps, needing more you started riding him, making sure to hit all the right spots so you would squirt. Simon looked down at you through the holes in his mask, drool coming down his chin and seeping through his mask. He pressed on your belly making you squirt all over him and ruining your couch before he came deep inside you.

[the-californicationist]

Am I too late for the gif prompts???

Tell me the 141 wouldn't love feeling the sting in their gums for days afterwards...

oh darling no! never too late! im just slow as hell. thanks for the ask and for being so patient with me.

it's so true though. they would love this bratty behavior. these lads love a challenge don't they? and when you don't just blindly roll over and show them your soft underbelly, when you've got some teeth... mm mm mmm.

Gaz's reaction is immediate. When you suck that full bottom lip of his into your teeth, applying just the right amount of pressure to ache, he pulls himself from you, his hand instinctively grabbing your jaw, those big brown eyes of his, once so kind and sweet, now are studying your face with a fiery frustration. All of his blood has rushed south, filling up his cock for you, eager to see if you like it as rough as he does.

Soap bites back. When you nip at his bottom lip, he has the audacity to laugh at you. He chases you with his hot mouth, the scruff of his unshaven beard scratching your skin, sinking his teeth into your soft flesh. And when you hiss from the pain? That's when he has to readjust himself in his jeans. Loves his woman reactive, vocal, and eager for a little pain with her pleasure.

Ghost is surprised. He'd been the gentleman all night. He held doors. There were even flowers involved. So, when you finally kissed him in his truck, stretching yourself over the console (before you were very unceremoniously dragged onto his lap), you got the same treatment. He was careful not to take it too far, keeping his hands at your waist, well-behaved, even though you could feel his excitement lengthening beneath your ass. So, when you decided to get a rise out of him, latching onto his mouth hard enough to taste a little blood? Well, love, you should've known all his sugar was just a ruse to hide his spice.

Price is fourteen steps ahead of you. You're pinned to something - a desk, a door, the wall, who knows! - and trying desperately to catch your breath. His tongue is silky warm invading your mouth, that beard bristling just enough to let you feel it on your cheek. His hands are everywhere at once. He's peeling off his clothes and your clothes, fondling you and himself, hungry like he hasn't had a pretty thing like you in his whole damn life. As you catch him in the midst of all of his fervor, pressing your teeth into his lip, he stops. His huge body melts into the pain that you give him, and his eyes open, dark and fully blown in the low light, earnestly allowing you to bite him as painfully as you like. He stares right into your soul as you let him go, taken aback by his intense gaze, wondering if you've gone too far, but he rubs his maw across the front of your teeth, tracing your lips with his own, whispering into your mouth, "Harder."

[wavywhiskers]

NO ONE has been released!

Play it on browser or download it on Itch.io! ←

As the first winter comes, the hermit, once the almighty batter and purifier of the Modern World, decides to look for clothes to protect himself from the cold ravaging the desert island that houses his deepest fears. Sadly, he won't be leaving anytime soon.

[temeyes]

simon doods + annoying baby brother tommy

[keikoyume]

Hey, for that spec anatomy post you made back in March, what's the purpose of Enoch havin two stomachs?

Yoww

Short answer: I just think it's cool🤌

Longer answer: The first stomach is used as a pouch when the second one is full and digesting. Enoch is a huge being who uses a lot of energy in order to move and live. Keeping nutrients closely will allow him to 'fast' for long periods of time unlike Elsen (for example) who's need 3 meals per days.

Like this, he can focus on his work without worrying of being hungry.

It's my random headcanon on how his body works~

[datcravat]

The lamp is sans undertale ☝️😌

holy shit