#chapter [[gary]]

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Fanfic authors using real life inspiration in their works like

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reread some old fics and the faith brainrot is back again

[picklepie888]

New Gary Goodspeed concept designs for the Final Space graphic novel by Noah Ruff!

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from chapter 107 of Underline the Black:

‘You’d like him, wouldn’t you?’ Gary said. After all these years, he hardly ever talked to James. He knew some people dealt with grief by talking to their deceased loved ones, but Gary felt it to be trite for a long time, as though trying to make a false connection was a mockery of the actual love they shared. It was funny the things he used to believe that fell away so easily now. ‘You would have liked him all along,’ Gary said, his voice muted. ‘You would have liked him before I did, would have been furious at me for how I treated him. I can hear it now, I think. How angry you would have been at me for not respecting him as an alpha, while using my pheromones to get my way.’ Gary wiped at his cheeks and laughed to himself. How maudlin. Even without the wine.

[tatibyg]

Branch, father of 8

You can't tell I've been re-watching the series, right?

[beescrafting]

They need me, They need me not.

FIRST CHAPTER GUYS!

>:D

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Kyle has always been the forgotten old toy left at the bottom of the toy bin... Left to gather dust... He's broken now, alone with only a dog to keep him company until a text message nailed the final nail into his coffin...

Maybe...

This can be fixed... If only they were to see him and not be blinded and enamored with each other's vibrant glow.

They need me, They need me not... - Chapter 1 - Beecraft - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

for those who want to be @/ed for this! Thank you for the wait:

@hiro--aoki @roachs-pet-roach @purple-moonbeam @juitoverride

[underratedgrapeju1ce]

hey what the scallop!

[yukiskyzero]

All the Bad Endings in FAI✝️H: Chapter I

Ending 1: "Murderer"

Ending 2: "Father and Son"

Ending 3: "The Offering"

Ending 4: "The Hunter"

[deltanerd24601]

Some FAITH scene redraws I did

[nonsensicallyhere]

chapter 3 spoilers!!!

i imagine faith like this

[hatchi-matchii]

FAItH art comp aka coolest pages in my sketchbook atm

[thechaoticcheese]

TW: Mentioning of burning and shooting

Shadow Company Roach AU - Extra Chapter - Roach's Nightmare

Ghost wasn’t going to sleep that night. Or at least he wasn’t planning on it. Missions had been rough for both him and Roach the past few weeks with… Everything. Ghost let out a soft sigh as his eyes closed, one hand tucked underneath his head as the fabric graced his glove, his other hand resting on the thin blanket that was provided by the military. He always found it weird that they could afford good clothes and weapons, but decided to cut fundings when it came to things like bedding and certain furniture. His brows furrowed at the thought, though he didn’t have much time to think about it when everything went dark.

He must’ve fallen asleep, having only seen a flash of the usual nightmares he had before he felt something wrapping around his stomach. At first, he thought it was the nightmare, but that had ended. His eyes flicked open as he quickly sat up with a deep inhale to find Roach, his face was plastered against Ghost’s abs, his usual black mask a bit off kiltered due to the Brit’s movement. He gently fixed the American’s mask as his eyes softened. Whatever the dirty blond had done opened a part of himself that he didn’t think he could feel, and it felt warm and fuzzy, like if he held a steaming cup of tea against his chest.

Ghost was quick to realize that something was wrong with Roach. He knew the male loves physical contact, but he tried not to wake Ghost from his sleep when he tried to get it. Roach knew better. Something was clouding his judgement.

“What’s wrong, love?” Ghost’s voice was soft, despite how gruff his voice sounds whenever he just woke up. His gloved hands trailed through the ever messy locks of Roach’s head. He could feel the American shake his head. He didn’t want to talk about it. Which was fine to Ghost, but it always hit something that made him want to try to fix the way Roach was feeling. The Brit only sighed though, gently bringing his free hand to the middle of Roach’s back, gently guiding the shorter male up as he shifted to lean against the wall. He knew these kinds of nights. All too familiar with them in fact. Have a dream, a nightmare, that consumes you after you wake from it, even in the middle of the night, and despite how exhausted you felt, it wouldn’t let you sleep.

Roach eventually shifted upwards, resting his head against Ghost’s chest. His ear right above his heart. Ghost gave a curious glance as he watched the male move. Then a thought flickered in the back of his mind. Was the dream about him? Did the nightmare consist of losing Ghost?

He felt like the tight arms around his back gave him the answers. Ghost gently rested his chin on Roach’s head, wishing he could feel the strands of hair against his skin directly and not just the phantom of their touch on the fabric.

“S’okay. I’m ‘ere.” Ghost murmurs gently as his hand that was previously resting on Roach’s back starts to slowly maneuver up and down, feeling his clothes fold onto itself as his glove attempts to glide against the fabric, only causing them to stick more together and cause friction. His eyes were half closed as he looked straight ahead.

“You’re here…” Roach’s voice was a surprise. The usually silent man never spoke unless absolutely necessary, defaulting to ASL and what little BSL he knew. Ghost felt his arm tighten around his back as another word left his shaky lips, “Alive…”

Ghost closed his eyes fully, taking in a slow, deep breath as his thoughts were confirmed. Roach’s dream was about losing him. It still boggled the Brit’s mind how quickly the two latched onto each other. While he couldn’t pin a specific moment, he knew it had to have been fate. Roach was a part of Shadow Company, a group that wanted 141 dead in Las Almas. Hell, he was lucky that Ghost didn’t put a bullet in his head when Roach and Soap were approaching the church that night. Or maybe Ghost should be considering himself lucky to be holding the American in his vulnerable state. His brows furrowed as he felt Roach starting to move away, his instincts wanting to pull the darker blond closer to him, but he refused to let his instincts win. Ghost’s eyes snapped open to see Roach staring at the floor, giving a glance as the masked man, as if checking to see if he was looking at him.

‘Sorry.’ Roach signed. They weren’t a thing, not yet. Just friends. Or, at least that’s what both of them told themselves.

“S’alright. Nightmares suck.” Ghost responded before softly grunting as he sat up, carefully swinging his legs behind Roach so they could sit next to each other. “Wanna talk ‘bout it?” Ghost knew it was a long shot, however, Roach’s hazel eyes seemed to be considering the offer.

‘I remember us being shot.’ Roach started to sign with shaky hands, pausing as his eyes glistened with tears all too eager to come out. The smaller male wiped his sleeve over his eyes, the fabric picking up any loose drops before he continued. ‘Then dragged through a forest. Someone looked at us with pity, before dumping gasoline on us. I remember reaching for your hand before feeling my skin start to melt off…’

Roaches hands slowly drifted down as the tears came back through his retelling of the nightmare. He clasped his hands together and brought them in gingerly towards his stomach, as if reliving the touch of dream Ghost’s hand in his.

Ghost’s heart twisted slightly at the thought of the two being burned alive after being shot, or perhaps it was because Roach had the nightmare at all. His arms wrapped around Roach as he gently held the dirty blond in his arms, pressing his head against his chest, one hand resting on the back of his head as his fingers got entangled with the American’s locks.

“We ain’t burnin’. Nothin’ like that ‘ill happen. I promise.” Ghost vowed as he hoped his soothing words hit a cord with Roach as much as the protectiveness inside his chest swelled. If he could go into that dream and kick whoever’s ass for making Roach feel this way he would, provided he survived the fire.

His thoughts were brought back to the moment as he felt Roach wrap his arms around Ghost’s back once more, feeling him shift and silently cry into his hoodie. The Brit’s grip gently tightened against Roach.

He wouldn’t anything like that happen, ever.

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A/N: I did not proof read this at all. Y'all enjoy the GhostRoach.

Edited A/N: Reread it finally(hours after posting), made a couple of fixes.

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[afrozenmicrowave]

I think they should explode actually

also white background version and the doodles with text VVVV

[cheesycatz]

Absolutely no computer worms here just a normal spam program who is normal as well as normal in addition to being normal on top of being normal and also normal

👇 (wormton au sketch dump ) 👇

[breado-doodles]

FAITH resprites... will redo some more and some here like supermiriam cause I want to get a certain feel and dunno how to yet..

[lrrrkan]

John Ward + my OC Pangloss!

i hope uhhhh the deer don’t do anything like bad to John or something like that