#even tho i’m an atheist

[chris-lolz]

bruh just now i looked up the hashtag #haunted dolls here on tumblr thinking some fanart will probably pop up but NO! you wanna know what i get? a silly little jumpscare of ROBERT THE DOLL!!! and it wasn’t silly- or little- it was CLOSE TO THE GOD DAMN CAMERA!- i’ve never left an app so damn fast in my entire life 😭 now i’m staying up cuz THERE IS NO FCKING WAY THAT I AM GOING BACK TO SLEEP AFTER SEEING WHATEVER TF I JUST SAW 💀

the amount of times i apologized and literally PRAYED from seeing that is crazy tho like- even tho i’m an atheist and i drew annabelle x robert fanart of them a little while ago that mf still scares the living shit outta me 😢 it’s the EYES that scare me the most ☠️

plus it is currently 4am rn so i’m probably gonna stay up till 6 or smth idk- but what i do know is that i am NOT GOING BACK TO SLEEP 😰

anyways that’s all :3

[arthurmargon]

can someone study why american twitter is so hateful of religion and spirituality like why are some of y’all so morally bankrupt… there’s atheists all over the globe but american atheists are genuinely hateful for no reason. we don’t care if you have nothing to believe in. twitter at this point is just american leftists fighting with american conservatives and both of them are bigoted in a lot of very similar ways to a lot of the same groups of people, and both of them are convinced they’re the only one who’s right. i fear both groups are the same in all the ways that count 🫤

[jokeroutxoxo]

PLS JUST GIVE ME A CHANCE I’VE ALREADY READ YOUR TRANSLATION OF IT 5 TIMES!!!🙏🏻🫶🙏🏻🫶

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[rottmntsimp]

Donnie x (gn) reader, where the reader is feeling particularly self concious? feeling as tho they don't contribute enough to the team due to not having mystic powers or not knowing how to fight, maybe they feel as tho they get in the way a lot? I know donnie isn't always great with feelings but I feel like he would relate to this problem and would know how to solve it in his own special way?

Much needed reassurance

Donnie x Insecure!Reader

TW: A bit of cursing (projecting cuz it's just smth i do when feeling a strong emotion lmao), using the lord's name in vain ( bro im atheist idk if this is a tw?), uh light jealousy (APRIL MAH QUEEN <33), mentions of stitching up cuts ig, light angst with fluff end <3 Oh and a pretty rushed ending lmao. Plus some slight ADHD projecting?? [Yes I got this req in September. Shh-] Thanks to @sleepytime-fics for title inspiration <3 /p

Donnie

You wince, letting out a hiss, as your cut stung in pain. Peeking out from in between your fingers, you see Donnie’s frown, not processing any of the words he rambled on to you. He let go of your hand, putting down the bandages, before moving onto your face to disinfect the scrapes along the side of your face, making you flinch in pain, listening to him chastise you for how careless you were.

“-I thought I’d told you to stay in corners. They can’t sneak up on you, if your back is against a wall.”

Sinking deeper into the mattress of the bed, you sigh, running a finger over the bandaging on your forearm, only for Donnie to slap your hand away. Rolling your eyes, you let him patch up your face, avoiding eye contact, because you knew as soon as you did, shit would hit the fan.

After what seemed like hours of nonstop admonishing and multiple rolls of bandages (which in all reality was only a few minutes), Donnie finally packs up the first aid kit, having finished patching you up. You stretch a little, before reaching for your phone, which lay on the far end of the mattress. Just as you were about to pick it up, a metal arm suddenly swipes it off of the sheets, holding it up.

“Hey-”

As you go to reach for the phone again, he just brings the phone higher up, farther out of your reach.

“So…” the mutant started, busying himself with putting supplies back into the first aid kit. “Leo informed me you, uh…got jumped-”

“Please, don’t remind me-” you sighed, the memory of being unable to defend yourself flashing behind your closed eyelids. Not only had Leo been struggling to take care of his share of the ninjas, he had to make sure you weren’t getting hurt too.

 Opening your eyes once more, you frown at the floor, listening to Donnie go on.

“Scoff,” Donnie scoffs, voicing his actions, “Well, if you let me finish, you would've heard me say ‘-you got jumped, are you feeling ok?’ It’s unlike you to get taken advantage of like this in combat.”

“Stop it,” You mumble, not wanting to hear about how you were unable to help, frustration rising as Donnie went on, not having heard you.

“I mean, it was just a couple of foot ninjas, and statistically speaking, you’ve done better before-”

“Donnie-” You frown, speaking a bit louder, but your words went unheard as Donnie’s rambling went on.

“I’m just thankful Nardo was there for you, don’t tell him I said that though-”

“Donnie!”

He freezes, facing you as his rambing comes to an abrupt end. Seeing the frown on your face as you shifted in your seat, your head held down, Donnie was riddled with guilt. “Were you,” he clears his throat, “Were you about to say something…?”

Silence.

That’s all he got in return, before soft mumbles could be heard, “It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve told me, it just won’t get in my head alright? I’m not a ninja, I’ve never gotten training-,” you muttered, as Donnie stopped what he was doing, focusing on your words- “Hell, I don’t even have a proper weapon!” you scoff, gesturing to Donnie’s tech bo, which lay messily on his desk, piles of unorganized blueprints and tech scattered around it. “Even April has one! April!” 

“Well, that is an issue can easily be resolved by simply paying a visit to the local sports store-”

Donnie’s words were cut short by the glare you gave him, as you went on. “But that makes perfect sense, since she’s just…so perfect,” you chuckled dryly, jealousy creeping into your voice, or maybe it was just self-pity.

Running a hand through your hair, you pause to take a deep breath, knowing you’ve already said too much; but fuck it, if you were going to get reprimanded for something out of your control, might as well let out some of those pent up feelings…right?

The only noise that could be heard was the soft whirring of the vents filtering air, and the sound of you guys’ breathing. The silence was eating you up from the inside, uneasiness hanging in the air. After a whole two minutes of silent torture, Donnie lets out a sigh, biting his tongue so that he doesn’t say anything he might regret, before finally speaking again.

“Where…where are you going with this?”

“Fucking christ, Donnie-” you snap, your head in your hands, as you let out a strong exhale. Looking up at him, you took a deep breath, trying to stabilize your voice, as a lump formed in your throat.

You mumbled under your breath, trying not to break down as tears of frustration formed in the corners of your eyes, your vision slowly going blurry. Why? The hell if you knew, all you could process was the fact that you were practically useless, and if that wasn’t enough to make you break down…

“I’m not as strong as you guys and I sure as hell don’t have any mystic powers,” you say, as a tear finally falls. One turns to two, and two turns to four, and before you know it, tears streamed silently down your face, as you tried to stop; but you both knew it was pointless.

Panic flashed behind his eyes as he noticed you crying. What was it you do when people cry? Talk to them? No, no, he was pretty sure you give them space.

“I always need at least two people out with me when I join you guys for patrol, and I always get hurt, and end up being more of a burden than a help…” You clear your throat, cursing at yourself as your voice cracks.

Once again, silence.

Looking down at the floor, you sniffled, using the sleeve of your hoodie to wipe your tears away. White floods your vision, looking up, you see one of Donnie’s mechanical spider arms holding a tissue out in front of you, his eyes averted to the side.

Nodding your thanks, you blow your nose, as quiet ensued once more. You both sat there, your minds occupied by your own racing thoughts respectively.

After what seemed like hours, Donnie spoke up, his voice soft, but firm, as though he were deep in thought, “I…apologize, for not realizing how you felt earlier. I should have been more observant, I should have been able to notice how you felt about all of this much earlier on… I’m sorry for being a terrible partner-”

“Donnie-” You just sigh, the adrenaline from earlier wearing off, as a wave of exhaustion washed over you. “I’m not calling you a bad partner, I’m just saying that…maybe I shouldn’t go out on missions with you guys anymore. I’ll just hold you all back, and-” 

“Hold us back?-” Donnie interrupts, his face going from that of understanding and thoughtful to utterly flabbergasted. Standing up from his seat on the mattress, he has a robotic arm shoot out of his battle shell and yank a chair over, as he took a seat across from your place on the mattress. He faced you, arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, renewed confusion apparent, “You believe that you’re…holding us back?”

“...Well, yeah-”

“SCOFF! Never have I heard such malarkey- Oh Y/N, you are anything but deadweight!-”

You could only listen as he went on, giving up on trying to get your point across as he never gave you the chance to. Yet despite the affirmations, a nagging feeling stuck in the back of your mind, refusing to leave as he rambled on about your strengths, physically and intellectually.

His voice became nothing but a soft hum in the background, accompanying the buzz of the vents, as you spaced out. Why was he doing this? You aren’t worth the struggle, the effort… He’s always had to help you catch up, get up to speed on things. Homework, fights, hell- even simple things like staying on task, giving you something to do, to think about…

“-And just because you don't have mystic potential, doesn't mean you aren't a valuable asset to our group. There are plenty of other ways you make up for it..."

The nerve of this hypocrite; saying you’re useful while still in doubt of his own abilities.

"I mean," Donnie went on, putting a hand on your shoulder, trying to get you to look at him, "It's not like you're the only human in our little posse. April's our friend too, and she's just as important as the rest of us-"

"She doesn't count-" You snap, your voice raising to a higher volume. Donnie flinched, his hand retracting in shock. Wincing, you mumble a quiet apology, feeling a wave of disappointment and regret wash over you before going on.

"April's been training with you guys since she’s met you, she doesn't count…" You mumbled, trying to keep control of how loud you spoke. “She’s been there since the beginning, basically on you guys’ level. She’s known you all since you were young, grew up with you guys, trained with you guys, fights with you guys…all while kicking ass and looking good…all I do is stand in the back and cheer you guys on…”

“Oh my sweet Y/N,” Donnie sighs, looking up at you again. “What will it take for you to understand that moral support is better than no support whatsoever?” The pleading look in his eyes, the desperation in his voice for you to understand just how valuable you are didn’t go overlooked by you, as you just sighed in response.

“I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, darling. You are as valuable to our bunch as any of us are. Learning to fight takes time, time which you never gave yourself, which I’m gladly willing to change.

“And as for getting hurt…” Donnie put a hand on yours, making you look at him as he let himself smile, “I guess we’ll just have to start training.”

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[lucindigo]

So I may or may not have been fantasizing about Alhaitham catching us pleasuring ourselves.

(I’m just getting the basic idea down here without much thought it’s literally 3 am, don’t judge me. This isn’t the final product obviously but still, a very rough draft just like how sex with- I’m sorry for being a slut for fictional men. Not actually sorry tho)

So like hear me out:

There’s been some sexual tension between you and Alhaitham for a while now…

(Good friends became roommates then became lovers but haven’t done anything sexual yet, thinking “they’ll make a move when they’re ready”)

Bro just got home came to tell you something but just kinda barged in. You didn’t realize quite yet because you’re too caught up in the pleasure.

Covering your mouth to muffle the moans just in case he gets home earlier than expected, also so he doesn’t hear you moaning his name in case you do.(spoiler, he’s in the doorway and he’s heard you moan his name twice now)

He imagines his dick in place of your fingers for a few seconds, Alhaitham’s pants are getting a bit too tight for comfort.

You’re really close now like not even a second away, and as you start shifting and shaking more you turn your head towards the doorway. The shock of seeing Alhaitham there makes your whole body jolt and the sudden sensation pushed you over the edge.

Still shaking from the orgasm you scramble for your blanket to cover yourself up with, you’re not completely sure what to do or say cuz he definitely saw it. You can’t talk your way out of this one.

Alhaitham is still standing in the doorway completely frozen contrary to his burning red face. He wants to give you privacy yet he also wants to see more?

It’s been 30 seconds of silence since he saw you fall apart. The sounds and visuals keep replaying in his mind, he absolutely needs to hear and see all of that again. He wants to feel it happen as he listens to you moan his name.

At this point his pants are strangling him, he’d rather have your pussy strangling his cock. Alhaitham thinks about how squishy and wet you’d feel around him compared to his pants, he’s about to tear them off at this point. He just wants you under him, to feel your warmth and kiss you.

“Please..”

Looking up at him still flushed but now with hints of confusion. He takes a few steps towards you without realizing.

“Let me make you feel good.. I can make you scream louder than your fingers ever could.”

Your jaw drops at this comment, but holy fuck did you just win the lottery or something? Did god want you to stop being an atheist so badly that they blessed you with this offer?

Alhaitham realizes what he’s said and promptly raises his hand to cover his mouth. Did he just cross the line there? He heard you moan his name but maybe you’re not ready for the real thing yet.

“Ah- I…”

He’s about to turn around and excuse himself until you grab onto his clothes with the hand not holding up your blanket.

“Only if you promise to be gentle…”

Now, how could he ever dream of even tearing a petal of such a delicate flower.

[patrickerville]

Unsaid in Station Eleven and yet always its guiding metaphysical principal: people are obsessed with asking, “What’s your job?”… because Dr. Eleven (sad job) isn’t allowed to not know what his is.

I think we feel half of ourselves. The half that feels free.

Our job’s to remember that’s only half.

Remember Dr. Eleven, too.

The execs on the show would sometimes just ask me, “Wait tho, what does he mean?”

It’s an incredible feeling to have no idea what that question even means, and still feel so certain, everyone else feels safe, too. And also, this is big business; it’s their job to ask.

I guess it’s your job sometimes to pretend you do. But it’s the future now, a little, so now I do.

It’s his job to escort you out of traumatic places and into new places, which he knows will also end in catastrophe. It’s his job to be an agent asking if you consent to keep going, nevertheless. It’s his job to know awful things, and tolerate hell, hide it from you, and then abandon you.

This is the terrible moment.

But what you don’t see is all he does in-between, the other part of his job.

It’s his job to sift through all the wreckage and pain from the disaster you escaped and find all the beautiful things you now have to take with you, despite the trauma, you just couldn’t then….

Now you need exactly those things, if you want to grow.

It’s a complete mindfuck. You have to circle back.

If you want to live the right life. And even though there has been and has to have been a long time when you can’t admit anything good even happened back there. But come on. It did, it’s just your survival back then required flight.

That’s what it means when you know you’ll see him again, and why that’s good— he’ll come bearing the gifts of your past, which you weren’t strong enough to take, or remember, because you were escaping. You took the knife. But you’re strong enough now. Remember Frank. When you see him again, you know that you’re strong enough to take your best shit, because that’s yours, and remember what you loved by reaching past what you did not. ❤️

He’s the you who didn’t get to run away and change.

He’s a story you made up when you didn’t escape.

It was his job to take you away from something you loved, to swap places, so at first he seems like the bad guy. Sure. But when he’s back, he’s not hunting you. He’s saving you.

It 100% fucking feels like he’s hunting you.

It’s your instinct that he’s a monster, and your heart says run. It’s your job to ignore your instinct, this one time. It’s totally impossible to know. You have to stay and look back at him.

These are moments.

You see him or you don’t.

If you can find the courage to know the moment, and look at him, he’ll show you the remnants of the life you lost. You’re allowed to take it all back, and allowed to remember, say fuck you to chaos, and to hold both his presence, and still hold the pain, cuz you’re strong enough, now, for both. He shows up the second you’re strong enough, when you’re safe.

But by then, he’s not.

Now he needs help.

We don’t remember what we owe.

The time spent following you, ignored, has destroyed him. His job is to reunite you with yourself, with the you you were before you fractured into two, and you’ve treated him like a fucking asshole and hated him for it.

He’s you.

Healing presents as an encounter with an unsafe-seeming stranger.

You bailed. He stayed, even though he couldn’t really show or quite imagine yet, back then, that you’d ever be unified again, or ever be anything but a fucked up damaged you. Let alone more beautiful than you were. Certainly more beautiful than you have thought you could be, in the meantime.

What happened is awful and you won’t ever recover from it or go back to who you were. You were powerless and couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry.

Look right at him when he comes.

To me this is the feeling of God. The story of this dude. Or the best I can do, as an atheist.

To me he is the one moral law.

Choose to stay, if you see him. If you see him you’re strong enough to stay.

Don’t treat your imagination like shit because it’s wiser than you.

You were always going to be destroyed.

Bow and be grateful to whatever emotions you understand the least.

That’s your future you talking to you. Your emotions are encrypted messages from the future, from yourself. You’re your best guide.

The feelings you can explain the least love you the most.

Try to listen.

Stay. Bow. Look right at it the whole thing.

You’ll still be there.

Nothing else is safe.

[flash-the-readies]

Calling my younger self out for all the embarrassing things they thought/did when I first started getting into Pink Floyd (I just think I was endearing albeit annoying)

Initially confused them with LED Zeppelin because for some reason my brain put them on a similar tier

Went to watch the Pulse tour DVD … promptly realised it was post-Waters, cried, shut it off immediately, and haven’t seen it since (I actually own a DVD and a VHS tape of the film…both of which were gifts actually)

Saw that Live at Pompeii gif of Roger blowing the smoke rings and just stared at it for a long while promptly falling in love

Didn’t know the Wall was a double album and just assumed the second disc was demos so I never listened to it and would only listen to half the album. Eventually I decided to play the second disc and realised how stupid I was (In the Flesh confused me)

Had an entire wall in my room dedicated to The Wall (I painted out the brick design and had these posters)

Didn’t really care much for the WYWH album (and now it’s my favourite Pink Floyd album..)

FUCKING GAVE AWAY THE IN THE PINK NICK SEDGWICK BOOK BECAUSE I WAS GOING THROUGH SOME SHIT AND ROGER WAS MAKING ME FEEL GUILTY AND HORRIBLE

Would listen to the Wall at least once a day for months on end especially while sitting alone at lunch

Used the fact that my mum desperately wanted me to make friends to go to a Roger Waters concert with this boy who had a crush on me and then promptly started trying to convert me to Catholicism once he found out I’m atheist, bisexual, and non-binary. Roger Played the Gunner’s Dream for the encore so no regrets there

Had a long and unhealthy obsession with The Final Cut and would play my LP of it at least once a day

Read something about Roger calling the rest of the band “the muffins” and promptly dubbed David “greasy muffin”…and got the rest of my online friends to join in

Wrote endless HCs with a friend about Watershend (Roger Waters x Pete Townshend)… I stand by this one. Sorry

Did a 10 minute presentation on the Wall for a history class when I was…14

Called in sick to school even though my teachers knew I was going to watch Roger Waters in concert

Found a copy of Rick Wright’s Wet Dream on vinyl at a market… had no cash in the moment … asked my friend if they could give me cash and then I’d pay them back later… my friend agreed thinking it was for food (I wasn’t trying to deceive them I promise I just didn’t communicate what that money was for as clearly as I thought I did… but I did pay them back plus a bit extra!) I did get my record tho

Went to Battersea Station…. DIDN’T REALISE IT WAS A FUCKING SHOPPING MALL ON THE INSIDE BECAUSE I FAILED TO DO MY RESEARCH AND DIDN’T EVEN ATTEMPT TO GO INSIDE BECAUSE I AM AWKWARD AS HELL… so instead I opted to awkwardly stand around the outside and check out the nearby shops (this is recent ;-;)

I used to draw and would just fill my notebook up with drawing of Pink Floyd (mostly just Roger…)

I am just now remembering how much of my fanart was nose-centric

You know that common trans experience of “trying desperately to live as your assigned gender one last time so you overcompensate before you come out”… well that overlapped with my “ukulele and Syd Barrett let’s dress psychedelic” phase

Have bought way too many pieces of clothing because they remind me of something Roger wore once (I think I’ll make this into it’s own post perhaps)

That’s all I can remember for now. Just feeling nostalgic. I could make a second part of all the most recent cringe shit I’ve done. I’m not laughing at myself I’m laughing with myself. Honestly my younger self was iconic, gotta love her

[mazzystar24]

sooooo did you know that someone confronted that bt stan about the old buddie post? so she responded that she stopped posting buddie in 2022 (liar bc the last post about buddie was date 15 march 2024) and now she is saying that eddie is daniel surrogate also she is still parading around that famous tim’s dm that he sent her with info about s8 lmao

GAJDKF YEAH SOMEONE SENT ME OR ONE OF MY MUTUALS ONE THATS LEGIT JUST AS SEASON 7 CAME OUT (abt the promo stuff for 7x04) SO ITS DEFINITELY 2024 not 2022

everyone who’s like “they’re brothers” or DANIEL SURROGATE?????? I pray to god they’re only children even if I’m an atheist cos as someone with 4 sisters I can confirm people don’t act like that with they’re siblings (unless they’re Marisol 🤭🤭)

What in the sweet home Alabama is this😭😭

Like I’m sorry for the trauma this activity will cause but I want you guys to pause for a minute and envision the kitchen scene between siblings instead, or the whatta man scene

See?? Absolutely horrifying beyond measure

Also everytime someone brings out the brothers debate I’m like this whole show is abt found family, when they want to make a fatherly bond they explicitly state it or reference it, when they want a brotherly bond they explicitly state it or reference it, we’ve seen it with buck and bobby we’ve seen it with chimney and buck with hen and buck with chimney and Kevin and so on and so on

You know who we haven’t seen it with? Eddie

What did we see instead tho someone remind me?? Oh yeah we saw the elf scene with someone assuming they’re together, we saw Maddie tease buck about his boy crush, we saw chimney call himself bucks basketball beard, we saw buck think Maddie is talking abt Eddie when she said he’s so cute abt chimney and so on and so on

AHJDKF ALSO WHAT s8 info I heard abt it vaguely but not the specific DMs😭😭

[stuckinapril]

both your parents are iraqi immigrants and arent religious? what was that like? my parents are immigrants from a muslim majority country too and i dont know a single person with the same background who didnt grow up in at least a somewhat religious family 😅

My mom just never forced me to do anything 🤷‍♀️ She’s just not the type to micromanage me like that. She’s religious yes, but also educated, classy, and open-minded (these things can coexist). She never made me pray growing up, she never made me wear certain clothes growing up (if anything she’d always support me exploring my style & even buy me things the average Muslim parent might consider inappropriate), she never made me do anything religious against my will. The most I did was fast during Ramadan w my sister, but it’s more just bc we were kids who thought it was a fun concept (and we’d almost always never make it the whole day). I was too young to rly understand what religion even was, and by the time I was like a preteen I had branded myself an atheist (cringe atheist phase). Now I’d say I’m agnostic, but not religious by any stretch of the imagination.

My mom’s overprotective of me in other ways, but they’re not directly linked to religion so much as she just wants me to be safe and has high expectations for me. She probably doesn’t love that I’m 100% non-religious, but it’s not a topic she brings up at all. She just knows I’ll do what I wanna do and she can’t change my mind basically, she raised me to be that way haha. I genuinely think she’s just happy knowing I’m studying hard, taking care of myself, and have good morals—anything any parent would want of their child.

A big part of it is probably that my mom’s side is pretty liberal/lax w how they practice religion, but I also just think that she loves me to the moon and back & wouldn’t want to make me do anything that causes me to be unhappy. I think it really is that simple

Make no mistake tho, I’m veryyyy much protective of Islam. It’s my family’s faith, it’s integral to Arab culture, and it’s sickening watching the way it’s been defaced by people who don’t know nearly enough to comment on it. Just bc I’m not religious doesn’t mean I wouldn’t go in on someone who badmouths it in blind hate and ignorance.

[sarafangirlart]

Having just watched the mythology guy’s video on the movie the immortals god I hate it so much. Like for so so many reasons but also why we’re so many 2010s Greek myth movies about the Greeks being like Reddit atheists lol. Like rhesus what do you mean the gods are stories for children, your dad is Poseidon. You are personally bros with Hercules.

Yeah it’s so dumb and I’m glad I’m not the only one who made the Reddit atheist comparison, what’s crazy is that the gods interacted with mortals a lot during the heroic age, so to deny their existence is like real modern ppl denying the earth is round.

Also it’s amusing how between this and Wrath of the Titans, Hollywood wants to make a Titanomachy movie so bad yet instead of like… idk using characters that actually participated in the war as protagonists they use Theseus and Perseus, even tho their stories are more interesting bc they’re so small scale, their goals throughout their stories is either for the sake of their family or city, but if they failed the world would move in without them, so there is genuine stakes bc if you read these stories for the first time you don’t know what will happen, but by stripping that and making them the saving the world action hero types they remove everything that made them unique. Also isn’t it ironic that both Perseus and Theseus are mamas boys (in very different ways) and they start their quests for their sakes yet these movies fridged those mothers?

It’s like Hollywood doesn’t like Greek mythology.

[spacedoutman]

Here’s you guys sorry if the colors came out rlly weird!! My graphic pad shows colors too saturated and my actual computer screen is broken. Repairing shit on a crashed space ship is hard

I love you guys sonas and it’s so damn cool seeing all of them and being able to draw them is such a fucking honor- thanks so much! These are for the elder project which might be animated but don’t get ur hopes up

I stylized them differently and severely but they’ll all look similar once I actually get the project moving

Ilysm ty <3 I got 2 more to draw too so keep your eyes open! Also lemme know if u wanna be in the elder project and have a drawing done of u thx!!

@thestrangelystrange omg why tf do I hear boss music like omfg Dolly’s design is so fucking powerful my skin almost blew straight off my bones while I was drawing this I love it sm

PAPWJRBDKLANWBEHCHSBWJWKR i love the hair too oh my god maybe one day I can have hair like this…

@angelbambisworld I literally can’t say how much I am in love with your Kissona’s design OMGG- literally gives me early 2000s vibes like so damn aesthetic- pls draw more I gotta see more of ur sona this is my whole childhood

I am so fucking in love also I added a little Gene to keep your sona company-

@that-metalhead-ace here ya go! I really admire that you actually drew acne n stuff, like that’s so cool! Im rlly sorry if I couldn’t get the details correct my brain doesn’t work half the time but the design is so fucking cool

Originally I was gonna go with bolder colors all over but I decided against it

Also you probablyyy noticed I didn’t draw the pentagram. I was raised Christian and even tho I’m atheist now I have ocd so yeah… I’ll hopefully be able to draw 1 later lol

[daenystheedreamer]

Ok this is a dumb question but do you understand the grand maester conspiracy? It’s popping up again and maybe I’m just an idiot but like all the things listed about killing dragon eggs and lying about shit, I just think like why would they be doing that tho? I know it’s like an intro to asoiaf theory and it’s also just regarded as not true. Idk am I just not getting it or is this why people say it’s bs

Grand Maester Conspiracy is one of those theories like Grand Northern Conspiracy where there's truth to it - the Northerners have their own agendas, and the Maesters have their own agendas (eg pycelle the tywin meatrider the lannister glazer the dj akademiks of asoiaf) - but it's not the blown out big dick illuminati conspiracy certain sections of the fandom act like it is.

The conspiracy literally sounds like something a coked-up Targaryen dickrider like Bloodraven would invent. "Maesters have spent 300 years possibly longer destroying the targ dynasty because they're r/atheist and hate magic" it honestly sounds like the asoiaf version of an anti-Semitic conspiracy theory. it's illogical and totally impractical and sounds nothing like what GRRM would write.

to be mean. it's for targ stans. and especially ones who've only watched hotd and read den of geek articles where the authors drag up some forum theory without context and since they haven't even read asoiaf they don't even have the actual context of the actual main fucking story. cringe!

r+l=j created a generation of the most insufferable forum redditors all desperate to create the next wide-ranging conspiracy theory and since its been 13 damn years without that damn book they had to get bigger and more wide reaching until literally 300 years worth of tens of thousands of maesters all with the same anti targ agenda have to all be working together for this to a) work and b) be so secret its even secret to the reader. also all the evidence is BS i hate when they use the barbrey grey rats quote cos that's pure barbrey crazy that's her own thing.

[cheetochip]

I’ve been so embarrassed to post this, but honestly I’m too fixated on both it and GF rn

This AU is literally just the events of Gravity Falls with OC-inserts (There’s change tho I promise)

SO. Without further ado, introducing: Falling River AU

What is “Falling River?” This universe essentially takes place within the universe of Gravity Falls, although it’s years before Weirdmageddon and the Mystery Shack altogether. In fact it doesn’t even take place in Oregon.

In 1974 within the small town of Falling River, Arkansas (Population of 101) Beverly Cliffs visited his close family for the Fall season, the town is infamously known for strange activity including people just disappearing altogether. But, Falling River is a very religious town. His uncle, Orion, is the priest of the church down Main Street. He’s mostly excited to spend time with his cousin Dahlia and meets others along the way. He himself is an Atheist and doesn’t believe all the things happening until he actually sees it for himself. He meets friends, foes, and makes reconnections as he tries to piece together the history of this town. Luckily his family has his back.

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Now I’ve left a lot of things out, and most of it is on purpose-

Why the 70’s? Personally the more vintage tone is a nice contrast to modern day media.

How is this related to Gravity Falls? Well, I’ll get to that in a moment.

To clarify about Bev himself, he’s trans, but was closeted through the first half of this AU (Age 14) But in the future he finally goes by the name Benjamin in 1981 (Age 21)

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You may have seen on an earlier post about an OC of mine, Ritch- Basically I created all of this just because back then, Ritch’s voiceclaim was Bill Cipher and I found it funny that they looked so similar anndddd boom: Here we are!

But who the hell is Ritch? This guy:

To how this relates to GF is because Ritch knows of Bill Cipher, and Bill knows of him. But they just haven’t crossed paths.

Because Bill was from the 2nd Dimension (Flatworld!) Ritch is from the 3rd

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I would also love to clarify that I myself am not religious so there are EXTREME out of proportion and inaccuracies all over the board. I mean, Ritch is literally a demon disguised as an angel that just doesn’t happen.

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Anyway, the reason why Ritch is such a threat, is due to his origins- He came out of nowhere, and was titled as a being of tranquility and peace, but he’s nothing close to that. No one has ever summoned him until one person: Orion. After leading him to believe that he could give him the peace he’s always wanted, Ritch tries to snuff him out and reveals his true nature. The whole reason for his television appearance was because when he was summoned for the first time- He needed a physical form. Before he was simply just a pair of eyes and wings, so an item sacrifice was necessary for him to become corporeal.

What makes Ritch different from Bill is morally, Bill wants to make a world where there are no restrictions, rebuilt for his own entertainment and for no one to get in his way of that (From what we know- Not TBOB compliant)

When it comes to Ritch, while he’s playfully and snarky he is way more sinister in what he does. Turns people against one another, leading them into insanity, considers himself above anyone and everyone, rather than toying with people he tries to wipe them out as FAST as he can. He enjoys inflicting pain on others, and it shows.

The only reason he hasn’t destroyed the dimension is due to the fact that a select few within Falling River placed a curse on him, sealing him away until the present time. Bill may have anger issues, but it takes even less to irritate Ritch, not as humorous either.

Why he exists is a complete mystery in itself, though some have theories that a warp in time caused a split of dimensions and brought manifestations of different emotions. Only the vessel they sprouted from has no emotions, just motives. Bottom line? Ritch isn’t supposed to exist.

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Oooookay that’s enough of me yapping, I have WAYYY more info and art but if anyone is actually curious just lmk

[nczaversnick]

Bold the Facts Tag:

Thanks to @the-golden-comet for the tag and honestly shoutout to @mysticstarlightduck for this incredibly cool template, I love it.

I least I’m pretty sure that’s who tagged me, cuz honestly I lost the notification. Y’all have been blowing up my shit this weekend (I love it though thank you!!)

Anyway! I’m going to do Adrian and Iris, since they seem to be the fan favorites currently :)8

Some minor spoilers tho, so it’s under the cut

Adrian:

✧˖°. PERSONAL

$ Financial: wealthy/ moderate/ unsure/ poor / in extreme poverty/rebel leaders don’t get paid 

✚ Medical: fit/ moderate / sickly/ disabled / non-applicable 

✪ Class: upper / middle/working / unsure /other 

✔ Education: qualified/ unqualified / studying / other 

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes/no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children/ wants children (eventually)

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) /has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted/ found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable/kidnapped at birth and later reunited with birth family

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted/ ambivert

♦ disorganized / organized/ in-between

♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between 

♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual

♦ patient / impatient / in-between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual 

♦ leader (reluctantly) / leader (gladly) / follower / in-between 

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between / highly contextual 

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between

♦ traditional / modern / in-between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between 

♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between (depends on the culture) / unknown 

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual 

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown / highly contextual (in his case: faithful in a relationship sense but not in a religious sense)

✧˖°. BELIEFS

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic 

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking 

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking 

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care (honestly I don’t thinkAdrian even knows the word alien)

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual/ nonbinary

❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless 

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious 

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious 

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / both (but has little interest in sex) / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / both / agender / other / none / all

✧˖°. ABILITIES

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✧˖°. HABITS

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / tried it / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober 

☁ Smoking: tried it (but hated it and never tried it again) / trying to quit / already quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker 

✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict 

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess /definitely needs some psych meds but doesn’t have access

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater 

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic 

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

Iris:

✧˖°. PERSONAL

$ Financial: wealthy/ moderate/ unsure/ poor / in extreme poverty 

✚ Medical: fit/ moderate / sickly/ disabled / non-applicable 

✪ Class: upper / middle/working / unsure /other 

✔ Education: qualified/ unqualified / studying / other 

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes/no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

✧˖°. FAMILY

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children/ wants children (eventually)

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) /has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / abandoned / adopted/ found family / disowned / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

✧˖°. TRAITS + TENDENCIES

♦ extroverted / introverted/ ambivert

♦ disorganized / organized/ in-between

♦ close-minded / open-minded / in-between 

♦ calm / anxious / in-between / highly contextual

♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

♦ cautious / reckless / in-between / highly contextual

♦ patient / impatient / in-between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in-between / highly contextual 

♦ leader (reluctantly) / leader (gladly) / follower / in-between 

♦ empathetic / vicious bastard / in-between / highly contextual 

♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in-between

♦ traditional / modern / in-between

♦ hard-working / lazy / in-between 

♦ cultured / uncultured / in-between (depends on the culture) / unknown 

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown / highly contextual 

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown / highly contextual (in his case: faithful in a relationship sense but not in a religious sense)

✧˖°. BELIEFS

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic 

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a matter of speaking ✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking 

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / in a manner of speaking 

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care 

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no / highly contextual

✧˖°. SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual/ nonbinary

❥ Sex: sex-repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless 

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious 

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious 

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / both (but has little interest in sex) / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / both / agender / other / none / all

✧˖°. ABILITIES

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none 

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✧˖°. HABITS

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / tried it / alcoholic / former borderline alcoholic turned sober 

☁ Smoking: tried it (but hated it and never tried it again) / trying to quit / already quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / chain-smoker 

✿ Recreational Drugs: tried some / never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict 

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess 

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater 

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / shopaholic 

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gamble

Tags: @honeybewrites @wyked-ao3 @kittrrrr @zackprincebooks @theverumproject @fractured-shield @poppycat-writes @illarian-rambling @finickyfelix @kuebiko-writing @yourpenpaldee @willtheweaver @the-letterbox-archives @marlowethelibrarian @moltenwrites

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

You’re Somebody Else | Ghost x Fem!Reader | Part I

Note: This is not a new part - haha I’m currently in my exam phase sooo yeahh, but I decided to split the prologue into two parts because I personally believes it flows better.

This fic has religious undertones at least in this part, I hope I don’t make anyone uncomfortable with this. I grew up Christian (tho I’m an atheist now) and I thought a bit about how I would react if I was suddenly in a parallel universe where I and several other people are supposed to be dead.

Warnings: Death, Mentions of Gore, Angst, COD Typical Violence, Mentions of Original Characters, Mention of Religion and Hell, Inaccurate Depiction of Medical Stuff, Injuries and prolly Military, Transmigration (lol)

Summary:  You watched him die and yet he’s somehow still alive. You’re certain that you’ve died too and yet you’re still kicking. Is this a message from the universe? A second chance to make things right? To confess? You want to believe it but you quickly realize that he’s not the same man you knew and loved. Yet your heart is fluttering when he touches you. Can you love this new version of him?

Word Count: 3,8k

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Masterlist

Prologue, Part II, Part III, ...

When you open your eyes again the world is on fire and you’re looking at the ceiling of a helicopter.

Someone moves in your field of vision, but you can barely make out their features as the lights of the helicopter don’t seem to work. Your ears are ringing, and you can’t understand what the man is saying but based on his expression something bad is happening.

He’s a marine you realize belatedly when your eyes adjust to the dark environment and for a moment you wonder if you must continue to fight even after your death.

Is this hell?

You don’t actually believe in hell or heaven anymore but based on the fact that you woke up again this has to be some sort of afterlife.

The unknown soldier shakes you and yells something and the ringing finally stops, and you hear him call you by your callsign.

“Nomad! Fuck, can you hear me?! Jesus, for a second I thought you were a goner!”

You nod automatically and he grabs you by your plated vest, dragging you into an upright position.

“Your head is bleeding like crazy”, he curses and speaks into his mic to inform someone about your injury.

You haven’t even noticed it but when you touch your left temple you feel the edge of a helmet and your gloved fingers turn red. It doesn’t hurt.

While the marine speaks, he looks behind him and you follow his line of sight out of the helicopter. The heli apparently crashed.

Shots whizz past the window and the man ducks to avoid getting hit.

“I know you’re injured but AQ is reigning hellfire on us! I’ll take care of your wound in a second!”

The unknown marine faces you again and in his hand, he holds a M14 EBR. Automatically you know it’s yours.

“Keep holding on, Bravo Team will be here soon!”

You take the weapon with your right hand and the marine helps you on your feet.

“They’re shooting at us from the house!” He points in the general direction, “Keep your head low and don’t waste your bullets!”

“Okay”, you mumble. Okay you think.

You’re dead but you still have to fight. Makes sense.

Leaning against the wall you quickly scan the inside of the helicopter, then the immediate surroundings of it through one of the windows. The area is illuminated by small fires and corpses litter the dusty ground. Marines, all dead. Maybe this is hell.

It would make sense, all the lives you’ve taken on countless operations... Is this retribution?

The realization that you aren’t in the Caucasus Mountains anymore only trickles in slowly.

You turn to watch through the window beside you and spot the house which the marine mentioned in the distance, and you immediately make note of the smoke coming from the second floor.

“RPG!” someone yells and years of active combat situations make you instinctively drop low when you hear the familiar whoosh. The metal of the heli protests.

Shouts and gunfire echo in your ears and your world is turning but you stand up again, prepping yourself against the wall to have free line of sight towards the house.

Smoke is still coming from the second floor, and you watch through your scope for any movement. You see a shoulder and want to pull the trigger, but someone kills the hostile before you can react.

Bravo Team you think, does that mean I’m part of Alpha? You don’t know what the fuck is going on.

Your radio crackles.

“RPG is taken care of.”

You blink. That voice is familiar.

But before you can think about it more, the marine comes up to you again. You realize he’s a Captain.

“Sarge, we should wrap your head.”

Now? Now’s not a good fucking time.

“I know but you’re bleeding a lot. Don’t want to take you back home in a body bag.”

You didn’t realize you said those words out loud but the concern in his eyes ends up convincing you and you take off your helmet.

“Do it quick”, you mutter and sink below the window, pointing your gun at the entrance of the helicopter, while the strap of your helmet is cutting into your elbow and the night goggles on it dig into your thigh.

“Jesus, it looks really bad”, the captain mutters as he grabs some gauze from his med kit and wraps it around your head with quick and efficient movements. It gets soaked almost immediately.

You don’t really care though; you can’t feel the pain. In fact, you can’t really feel anything. Your body doesn’t feel like your own, you’re practically floating. Maybe it’s because you’re dead.

He finishes and you put your helmet back on.

“Tell me if you’re starting to feel light-headed, okay?”

You nod but don’t plan on actually doing it. Even bandaging your head feels useless.

You can’t exactly die twice, right?

If this is the afterlife it might be likely that he doesn’t know that yet. That he doesn’t know he’s dead, a corpse like you.

For a second you wonder what killed him. You look at the man. He really is a stranger.

You feel bad for not knowing his name but asking would be kind of strange as he addresses you in such a familiar way, so you don’t.

The area doesn’t provide enough light for you to check his name tag on his cammies either, so you just have to go on without knowing. But that’s okay. You probably have a lot of time to get to know him – if this is hell.

Your inner child is starting to whisper, and you have to repress your childhood memories about church, the priest in your hometown and your father’s bible.

You breathe in and out.

The smell that surrounds you reminds you of countless operations you’ve been part of. It reminds you of your team, your friends, him.

Something in your chest hurts.

Your radio crackles, you hear a familiar cockney accent and suddenly you see two bodies burning in the flames outside of the helicopter.

“Alpha 0-2, Bravo 0-7. Building two secure. We’re coming to you.”

The captain responds but you don’t hear his words, just see his lips moving, while you lean against the metal, your fingers gripping your rifle so hard that your knuckles turn white under your gloves.

There’s a ringing in your ears growing louder and louder.

A moment later a shadow towers over you and you look up reflexively, coming face to face with a masked soldier. Two eyes glance at you from behind a skull mask and all you can do is stare back.

His eyes quickly focus on the marine next to you, then he checks the windows, focused as always, a perfect soldier to the bone.

The captain readies his gun and the man next to him follows his lead, pointing his rifle at the tree line on the opposite side of the heli.

You don’t move.

He realizes. And he turns around, staring at you from behind that mask.

“Nomad, get your arse up and help, they’re coming”, he barks.

Slowly you blink. Something stirs in your head.

“Yessir”, you mutter, breathless, and rise to your feet.

You feel like a puppet master, pulling strings to move your body, all of you is slow and heavy, your muscles like lead. But you manage to stand and point your gun towards the tree line.

The next 15 minutes are a blur, a mix of shooting and reloading, killing, the feeling of your finger on the trigger so familiar, your body moves on its own like a well-oiled machine.

All the while your heart is screaming his name and your head replays the last few minutes in the Caucasus Mountains.

Tears well up in your eyes and you blink them away.

He’s dead you think. You both are. You fucking died. You watched him get killed. Helplessly.

The roaring in your head gets louder, accompanying the spray fire of Kilo 0-1 who mows down the troops of the enemy vehicles.  And when the last enemy falls you remain there standing motionless, your grip tight on your rifle, while the others discuss their next movements.

Someone taps your shoulder and points at your head. You lower your night googles and your vision takes a moment to adjust.

A second later, Bravo Team begins to move, and you follow him and the others in a daze, one foot before the other.

Together you move a couple hundred meters, the name “Hassan” falls from several lips, but you have no clue who that man is.

Prey your head helpfully provides.

Before you can think about this sudden thought, you hear a whistle and the man left of you drops like a sack.

SniperGetDown rings in your ears and you dive low, your heartbeat suddenly going 200 per minute.

He’s right there.

A few meters beside you, you can practically feel him and his heart. In this moment, whether it was real or not, whether this was the afterlife or purgatory and you but just a corpse- in this very moment, his heart is beating, alive and strong.

Your finger is on the trigger before you know it, this time you’re ready- your target is right there, you spotted the laser of his rifle and your rifle is in position- this time your bullet will hit- and it does.

Before he can finish his sentence:

“...rest of you stay lo-“

“Sniper down”, you interrupt, your voice foreign to your ears, too weak, too raw.

“Nomad- what are-“

Another shot rings out and yet another soldier in your line falls.

You don’t waste a second, your finger is trigger happy, it’s too important to keep him save, to keep him breathing. If you have to watch him die again…

Someone joins you as you provide cover fire and together, you’re taking out the enemies on the balcony and the roof, bullets whizz past you, even some RPG rockets but you’re too focused on your task to be bothered by it.

A few seconds later Kilo 0-1 sends a spray of gun fire into the property and the building is shaken by explosions – yet it still remains standing, the most of it anyway.

Next thing you know, the soldiers around you are up and running to the building, someone grabs you by the back of your vest and hauls you on your feet, dragging you a bit before you begin to walk on your own.

The skull mask is watching you, the eyes behind it are dark and, in your head, you know exactly how badly he wants to beat your ass right now.

But he lets you go and returns his attention back to the mission.

Lock down the building and find this Hassan- whoever he is, dead or alive.

You follow him, reloading your rifle absent-mindedly while watching his back.

He somehow appears taller.

It’s different a voice in your head whispers, he is- you almost trip on the stairs and the soldier behind you saves you from your fall.

“Watch it, Nomad”, a Scottish voice says and another one rings in your head.

Soap get down!

You blink and grunt in response and the sergeant lets you go. He passes you and readies his rifle to make entry.

Every cell in your body screams to not let him do it but you suddenly feel drowsy and when you finally shake off the feeling, you’re inside the building on first deck, Bravo Team soldiers in front of you while the corpses of the enemy soldiers lay in the rubble around you.

Something’s wrong.

You gun down another hostile and when he and Soap push to the second floor, you follow them, still floating above the ground. But when you walk up the stairs your limbs feel heavy, and your breath is going to fast.

He halts at the door to the side, for a moment his eyes search for you, but in the next, he takes out the man who pushes out the room.

Two shots.

He lets the soldier drop to the ground and then enters the room; gun raised. Soap follows him and you walk up the rest of the stairs.

At the top you have to lean on the wall for a bit. A weight is pressing on your chest, and it hinders your lungs from getting enough air.

“You okay?” a Bravo Team soldier asks. You hum.

Yeah, you’re doing fine. If only the world would stop spinning for a goddamn second.

You blink. The night googles make you woozy, but you don’t take them off, knowing that your eyes would take too long to adjust to the darkness.

You stare out of the entry way to the balcony. You know that there are enemy soldiers left in the building, so you get your shit together.

As soon as you find Hassan it’ll be over. You can hang on a little longer. You’re a soldier, part of taskforce 141, an expert in your field. You went through a lot before, this is nothing. If this is supposed to be hell, it’s a fucking joke.

He walks out of the room and you stand tall again in case he checks on you like he usually would – he doesn’t.

He positions himself before you, letting Soap pass him to walk through the door frame. He guns down the hostile who peeks out of one of the entry ways on the balcony.

Then the Scot goes to the right room, and you move forward, ready to go straight down the balcony but he blocks your path with his hand.

“What do you think you’re doing, rookie?”

That word makes you freeze.

He hasn’t called you that in years and him doing it now, hurts you.

“Why-“ you begin, ready to argue why the fuck he’s acting this way, when Soap emerges from the door way where the enemy had peaked before and gunshots ring out.

“Shit- heads up lads, sneaky little gits are everywhere!”, the Scot curses and sends a spray of bullets down a small hole the wall. You grunt. He almost got shot in the leg. He has to be more careful.

“Move”, you squeeze out between your teeth, and the masked man turns to face you. He peers down at you, his eyes scrutinizing your form.

“You’re following my orders, sergeant. I’m not here to babysit you. So, stand down and don’t pull a move like that again. You’re injured, stay back and don’t hinder us.”

His tone is cold when he references your earlier action of saving his life. You stare at him, trying to find out if you heard correctly. The dark eyes behind the mask stare back with a hard gaze.

You open your mouth, a curse ready to be spilt – since when does he talk to you like that? – but before you can voice your thoughts he walks past you, gun raised, following Soap’s footsteps. You breathe out shakily.

Something is wrong. Something is seriously wrong.

The ringing in your ears returns but you ignore it when the soldier who asked you for your well-being before, waits for you to follow him. Determined you get moving, following the soldier, rifle raised in front of you.

The house is in horrible condition, the onslaught of Kilo 0-1’s gun fire and the explosions destroyed the ceiling, walls and the furniture and, in some corners, the remains of it burn.

The marine pushes up to the door on the left, while he kneels to cover Soap just in case. You bite your lip.

Usually, you would do the clearing with Soap, but this situation is different. There’s a power imbalance somehow and you don’t understand why.

So instead, you follow the soldier and stand behind him, your back against the wall, staring straight at him.

Was it the mask? It was different yes, but his voice and his demeanour- You know it’s him. It has to be him.

Soap passes by you and enters the room, firing his gun, just a millisecond later.

“Threat eliminated”, he announces and guns down the other hostile who peeks through the damaged window.

These words make him move and he walks up to the door frame as well. You remain standing at the wall while the marine makes space for him.

“Poke around, Soap.”

Closing your eyes, you grip your rifle tighter. You’re standing on your feet but the whole world is turning and it’s making you feel nauseous.

The ringing is more intense than ever, and you don’t hear why Bravo Team is moving again but you weakly push yourself off the wall and follow, not realizing that Soap is watching you with worried eyes.

You walk down the stairs, trying to calm your breathing that has turned ragged.

The soldier before you has already left the building when you arrive at the bottom of the stairs and you groan inwardly. Keep up, you shout inwardly.

You experienced worse before, the things you have gone through felt like hell, this in comparison is nothing.

So you push through to the warehouse, jogging to some crates in front of it, your rifle raised, ready for whatever is to come.

Your hands are shaking though, and it costs you immense willpower to keep the gun raised and somewhat steady.

You focus on your breathing and follow him and the others when they begin to move.

You enter the building and a second later- get blinded by the flood lights.

Shots ring out – you can’t see – and Soap shouts something that you can’t understand due to the explosion of a grenade close to you. Groping blindly, you move your night goggles and squint your eyes to adjust to the brightness, but you stumble forward, the sudden loss of your vision is affecting your balance.

It feels like years when you are finally able to make out shapes again, and you rush left behind a crate or whatever it is, holding your rifle up, finger now resting on the trigger.

Another few seconds pass and you’re still partially blinded, red dots dancing over your field of vision. You fall on your ass, leaning against the cold concrete wall to steady yourself.

You’re on a roller coaster, stuck on the looping, the world is turning endlessly. The sounds of fighting accompany your nausea inducing trip and your heartbeat underlines it like a war drum.

It dawns on you now that you really must be in hell – the instances before when you thought about it, you were joking, forming a wall out of sarcasm to protect you from the rising panic and bane of your catholic upbringing.

Your body hurts, your head, your heart – you do have a wound on the side of your head, you are bleeding real blood and the blood loss, and a possible concussion is affecting you.

You take your left hand off your rifle, letting it rest on your thighs, your right hand still holding it, keeping a finger close to the trigger, while you try to open the clasp of your helmet.

You’re shaking too much, and the vertigo makes you miss several times.

When you finally grasp the band, you can barely squeeze your fingers together to open the clasp. Pushing your mic out of the way, you lean forward and shove your helmet off your head.

The bandaged wound on your temple stings and you squeeze your eyes shut, a whimper escaping your mouth.

Why does it feel so real? Is this how you’re tortured? Hurting your body and showing you your loved ones alive and well?

They aren’t real a voice whispers in your head. It’s not them.

You grab your head with both hands. No, it’s not true. It can’t be.

Where’s Roach? You suddenly ask yourself. And Lynx?

Anna is was your best friend in the force, she meant so much to you- she should be here.

Your head hurts so much and the ringing in your ears is so loud that you don’t hear that the fighting has already ceased. Someone grabs your shoulder, the grip is strong but it doesn’t hurt.

“…me? ..omad? ost, Nomad is inju…”

Your head is so heavy.

Fingers apply pressure on your head injury and the touch sends a painful jolt through your body, making you open your eyes.

You blink, trying to stop the blurriness and when you do, you see him.

He stands far back in the shadow of a metal shelf, Soap is closer to you, just behind the marine who’s kneeling in front of you.

The white of his eyes in contrast with the dark makeup around it. The skull peers down at you, his gaze hard, distant, as if he’s looking at a stranger.

Instantly, you realize he’s not your Simon.

He’s a demon, crafted to torture you for eternity, reminding you that you were unable to save him.

Your eyes water.

He’sgonehe’sdeadIlosthim.

You keel forward, alarming the marine and Soap.

“…ey, hey! Stay …wake, don…out!”

Tears spill from your eyes, mixing with the half dried blood on your cheek.

“…’m sorry”, you whimper, gasping for air that isn’t entering your lungs.

You heave like a fish on dry land, You can’t breathe, your brain isn’t getting enough oxygen. You’re dying. Again. Only this time it’s so much worse.

“…anic attack…”, someone grunts, and hands grab you, clinging to you, making your body heavy.

They drag you through the ground into darkness and his name is on your lips when they take you.  

-

Ghost stares at your limp body.

Something is different about you.

Years of combat experience which sharpened his senses and instinct tell him there is something off.

Your reaction before was strange and yes one might say it’s due to your injuries, but he just knows there’s more to it. Somehow, you appear foreign and yet familiar at the same time.

The way you carried yourself was different.

He might be wrong but for him it seemed as if you had lost the jump in your movements, the gait of a rookie.

Hours ago, you had fidgeted with your watch when General Shepherd explained your mission, glancing excitedly and perhaps a bit anxiously at the other task members. Soap had smiled at your demeanour.

Earlier it was different.

The way you handled your rifle, efficient movements, no unnecessary grasp there, no groping for ammunition, just fluid motion, smooth like clockwork. As if you’d done the same for a decade or so. But that’s not true.

And that’s what strange.

But what puzzles him even more was the fact that you called his name- his real name, not his call sign- when you passed out.

What the hell is going on?

[passionesolja]

Y’all know disheartening it is to tell mfs how you’ll react to getting a pet, saying “I’m dealing with zoological and rabies related OCD rn, please don’t get a fuckass cat. I’m still reeling from seeing a loved from deteriorate from cancer” and they spit in your face and say “what about what such-and-such wants?” So now you’re stuck with this fuckass kitten that bit and/or scratched you tf up and even tho you see the vaccinations reports, see the rabies shots were given, you’re still like “am I going to get a parasite and die?”

This shit is so stupid. Bitch what about me?? These the same mfs who have always expected you to make sacrifices for them, but can’t do a bitch a solid just once? Bitch I went to church for like 6 years even tho I was an atheist just so you wouldn’t have to “look bad”. Fuck this shit