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[certainlyathrill]

how john felt in 1971 dropping the most diabolically out of proportion diss track response of all time and escalating the beef needlessly

[itsnotamatterofif]

Hi @d3adg1rlwalking2372 you made the mistake of leaving the topic up to meeeee so you get angst hurt/comfort yay! Have Rusty and Hydra making up after their first fight. (Thank u for the tendersteam request those I love these fuckers so so so much)

I took some medicine about halfway through and also my nausea is woopy so it becomes a bit metaphor-y. I think it’s fun however there’s a 65% chance it’s utter bullshit :D

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If anxiety could generate electricity, Hydra’s pretty sure he could be powering a city right now.

It took them nearly a year, but finally, they had argued. It was inevitable, between Hydra’s determination to be right, and Rusty’s stubbornness in the face of being told no, and the whole thing just developed from there. Truthfully he doesn’t even remember most of what they were arguing about; Rusty had been pushing himself too hard in training, which Hydra had tried to urge him not to do in the nicest way they could, and Rusty didn’t like that. Of course Rusty didn’t like that; why Hydra thought that pointing out his condition to him would help his argument, or why Rusty had to argue that Hydra hadn’t bothered to understand the situation, he would never know.

He’s embarrassed, honestly. And they feel awful. All he really wants to do right now is apologise, but Rusty had told him to fuck off until they were invited back in again, and the door to the shed was very clearly, distinctly, shut.

Relegated to the bench they are, then.

Minutes spring into hours, and as the sun begins to set Hydra still hasn’t thought of a speech, thought of a nice way to say he’s sorry without looking like an idiot; he doesn’t want to cry, either, that would be ridiculous, but this anger, this frustration that keeps welling up inside of them makes them want to tear his own fuel pipes out.

Their first relationship and they’ve already blown it. This year’s races haven’t even started yet, so Rusty’s going to have to start searching for a new partner soon, or-

To his left, the screeching of the shed doors, and their head whips around; he doesn’t know why they’re shocked, Rusty had to come out at some point, but whatever surprise they’re feeling it’s distinctly mirrored on Rusty’s face.

In the light from the shed, he’s beautiful, copper and brass shining in the light of the shed and outlining him like an angel.

“Hey,” Hydra says simply, awkward smile etched on his face, “fancy seeing you around here.”

Please, Starlight, don’t let them have messed this up.

“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here,” Rusty admits quietly, wide eyes softening and locking on on a piece of dust on the floor, “I thought you would have- that maybe you-“

“I wasn’t gonna’ leave,” Hydra mutters, and watches as Rusty’s fists relax - he was ready for a fight apparently, and that seems to hurt worse than any punch to the gut.

The silence of the yard haunts. Like anger it buzzes, desperate for action, desperate for words. Hydra’s mind rushes for something, for anything-

“Do- do you wanna’ come in?”

He’s gesturing in, stepping aside to provide entry, and like a marionette Hydra stands. With how long they’ve been out here, he didn’t realise how cold it had gotten, and Rusty’s shed is so warm.

With a slam the shutter is closed behind them, and as Rusty turns, hands out in front of him in invitation, Hydra thinks he’s going to explode unless he says something, anything to get this horrible twisting in his systems out.

“Hydra, I’m-“

“No, stop,” Hydra interrupts, and Rusty’s eyes widen in shock, “I- I wanted to say it first, I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

His hands retract, lax at his sides. “Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”

Shame eats at his core, their systems, each individual pipe and pump, and Rusty still won’t meet his eye.

“I’m sorry,” Hydra says forlornly. The space between them is expansive.

“It’s alright,” Rusty replies simply, and his hands reach out slightly again. All Hydra wants to do is take them in theirs, but he’s rooted to the spot.

“You’re still mad, aren’t you.”

“A little bit,” Rusty admits, and finally, finally, those gorgeous, amber eyes flick up, “but you looked really sad sitting outside on your own, and- and I was a dick back, y’know?”

“A bit,” Hydra says with a dry laugh, and he takes one step forwards, “I- I was waitin’ for you to open the door, and I was worried that if you opened the door and I was gone you would’ve thought I had left you.”

“I would’ve known you wouldn’t have left forever, idiot,” Rusty jokes, and he takes a step forward too, until they’re close enough that Hydra can lace their fingers together at their sides; he always forgets that Rusty is the perfect height for kissing on the forehead, and they shift their jaw to do so before holding back slightly.

“Please kiss me,” Rusty whispers, voice barely audible in the cacophonous silence around them, “I’m sorry for yelling at you, I- I don’t like fighting with you.”

“I don’t like it either,” Hydra mutters, before pressing their lips soundly against Rusty’s forehead; he’s not as warm as usual, fire not burning quite as brightly, but as Hydra pulls their lips away he thinks he feels a slight surge of heat, “I quite like kissing you, and I missed your handsome face.”

“Flirt.” Rusty reaches up, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and his lips are searing against Hydra’s freezing cheek. “I kept waiting for you to make a joke, and I think the reason I was still mad was ��cause I was waiting for you to say something - too used to having you at my hip, I think.”

The fingers around his stretch and shift, until they’re holding hands completely, and something that was missing in Hydra slots back into place without him even noticing.

What he wants- he wants to kiss Rusty properly, wants to run his tongue along steel teeth and feel heat against his skin, wants to hold the world in their arms again just as Atlas once did. The distance is gone but he feels it, a crack in their tank that wasn’t there before - he knows intimately about the dangers of metal fatigue, the threat of pressurisation cycles on weak joints. Hopefully, the repair is a good enough job, a clean weld.

Lest his hull gets breached.

“You’re thinking hard,” Rusty states, and Hydra zones back in as a warm hand cups their cheek, “penny for your thoughts?”

“Only how much I want to kiss you.” The half lie feels like coal in his teeth, dusty, acrid, obtrusive.

“I’d like that.” The whisper against his skin is almost inaudible, but he can feel the movement, read Rusty’s lips through touch, and that urgent, reckless behemoth inside of them surges forward on his behalf, capturing Rusty’s lips quickly, wanting something, anything to latch onto. Teeth clash with desperation, like it's not just Hydra that needs his touch like water; he wonders, in between heaving breaths and the sensation of a tongue on his lips, if Rusty was missing this too, the feeling of Hydra in his arms, or whether he just wanted the distraction from the anger.

Atlas held up the earth. Rusty is the sun, flaring and energetic and uncontrollable, white-hot hands reaching up to scrabble at the clasps of his external tanker.

He’s a fool if they think they can understand it, understand them. But right now the joining stands strong, the rivets in the repair plate hold fast.

The weld works. Feathersoft apologies uttered against him like a prayer. The hull stays strong.

They’ll live to fight another day.

[astralleywright]

No shade to Imo/gearne shippers bc I've seen some great meta with that ship, but given your mention that people dislike Imodna's complexity and other popular fandom ships are mostly discussed with sex jokes and fluff, do you think there's a connection with Imodna haters that love Imo/gearne only ever bringing up the "iist on me!" line, lightning titties, and Fearne asking Imogen if she's going to make out with her if if she is in love with her? Again, no shade but you have a point there with that ship.

i mean, I think this is true with the way a lot of people engage with a lot of ships in general! but yeah as someone who was on the imo/gearne bandwagon when it was just starting to be built (back during the uthodurn arc), it is definitely treated by many shippers as the funner, shallower alternative to imodna, with the assumption that depth and devotion equals toxicity. even when the parallels and commonalities in Imogen and Fearne's arcs and lives are brought up, it's usually done in a very shallow, "what if our estranged parents both worked for the Ruby Vanguard and we were both girls 😳" kind of way, ultimately intending to lead back to the flirty, memey presentation of it all.

[arolesbianism]

Thinking abt my dupes some more, and it's such a joy imagining them working together to try and invent new stuff for their needs with their limited resources, especially when it comes to the guys anywhere but the main colony where the only actual scientist lives lol

[ptxson]

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[alllgator-blood]

THIS WASN'T AN ASK BUT I DREW SOMETHING FOR THIS COMMENT DAYS AGO AND FORGOT TO POST IT. This was from the previous buff mura drawing and I'm shocked I've never drawn what it'd be like if my shamura didn't bedrot for 1000 years before the events of the game. I feel like their boss fight is very "hydrogen bomb vs. coughing baby" because it seems canon that they don't intend on actually WINNING the fight, and I always wondered what the silk cradle would be like if they had more self preservation. WELL! NOW WE KNOW. SPIDER SPAWNCAMPER

Also this is my reminder to myself to actually do my fucking physical therapy even though It's Hard and I Don't Wanna. I can't elbow drop demonic sheep if I don't put in the work like shamura!!! This is possibly a reminder to someone else who is also putting it off and happens to see this post, DO IT!!!

[maladaptivewritings]

Head-canons about Ghost

Including: Appearance, domestic life quirks, and more

Simon Riley is an elusive man, unknown appearance and private life. If he were to have a life outside of the military, so to combat this predicament, this is my list of HC's and some reasonings.

Appearance

His hair is a perpetually in the awkward growth phase, he gets a buzz right before deployment. He doesn't get it cut when he returns, just letting it be. The only routine self-maintenance is shaving his face, he hates the feeling of facial hair against his mask.

Speaking of hair, his hair is a mousey blond. Growing up it was closer to bright blond until he was around fifteen; when he was assumed dead he dyed it a chestnut brown. The first time it was dyed it stained his ears for over a week, he didn't know if he would laugh or cry.

Dark eyes, like devoid of light unless the sun hits it perfectly. You'll feel him watching you from a mile away. When the light does hit it, they are a stunning ochre.

His sleeve was done during a slightly manic moment, when he returned from one of his first long missions. He did it in two sittings, most of the flames were done in the second.

He's 6'3, barefoot and 6'5 with his gear on. He wasn't tall growing up, shooting up the summer he turned 17.

Scars, the majority clustered on his hands. Picking at scabs in the field, he fidgets on the little knicks and gashes if left alone on rounds. He doesn't really he does it. His oldest is a gash on his brow, no fun story just tripped as a child, got cut when his dad started throwing shit busted his face.

His Skin is a strange neutral tone, if he were to go out in the sun he'd tan easily. If he were to tan, it would reveal freckles across his nose bridge.

Thinking about his nose, it's crooked and bent from many uneven breaks healing over time. Scar from his lip just barely reaching it.

Domestically

He hates grocery shopping, but refuses to be a hermit. He know's that he could get them delivered, but he’s too stubborn and will show up to a small corner store wearing sunglasses at night with a mask and headphones. The clerk knows not to question it at this point.

Doesn't often drink beer or wine, whiskey of course is his vice. Though if dragged to the bar he will order tequila shots, and if he actually for once gets drunk he'll order a cocktail. (Soap has a photo of Simon drinking a fishbowl)

Smells like cigarettes no matter what, He will wear cologne when home from deployment and he's mastered how to pair it. No one knows this or cares, it's his little secret. The cologne he often wears is a sweet orange, with vanilla. Laswell got it for him, She saw his traumatized ass and decided to try and help.

Refuses to go to therapy, depending on how long he's home for he may meet with Price for 'coffee' every few weeks and chat. Simon thinks Price does this with the other guys. He doesn't.

Orders food atleast once a week, normally Thursdays. Theres a pub a block away he will pick it up from on his jog, same meal every time and same time every week.

Has the cilantro tastes like soap gene, Gaz does make fun of this.

Has no clue how to feed himself when he gets back from deployment, will either snack all day or not eat at all.

Weirdly into dinosaur movies, you'd think it was a bit but genuinely loves Jurassic park.

Specifically likes rock bands that most hate because they don't fit the mold. This is mainly being petty and liking what his father would hate.

Deployment Simon

The mask is soaked in hydrogen peroxide before he left, he cleans and mends it himself. He can sew, just not well. The skull is attached with fishing wire.

Hates coffee, would rather deal with the caffeinated gum. Soap once got him a Frap as an experiment one time when they're on base. He loves them.

Traumatized as fuck, he legit will dissociate when moving locations. Price only knows, neither says anytime about it.

Dry Humor to cope, most of the jokes came from his old history teacher in secondary school. He was a former soldier during the Falklands war, his time in the military was brief because his leg was severely injured. The only good role model Simon had.

Never personalizes gear, especially guns. Finds it dumb when he see's it being done.

In his mind will make jokes about whats going on. This had led to him accidentally saying "chat clip that" after he beat his personal record for kills before being noticed. Soap will not let him live this down.

His expectations of living to see tomorrow goes from 100 to 0 real quick, willing to take tasks no one else wants. If it weren't for Riley joining on certain missions, he'd definitely be in a pauper's feild.

Mentally,

Should be on so many mood stabilizers, claims it would just be a nuisance. Medicates with energy drinks and cigarettes.

High-functioning autism, undiagnosed.

C-ptsd, obviously

High-functioning depression and anxiety.

Talks to Price, sometimes Laswell about everything going on. He doesn't realize that he's venting.

No one lets him drive, too many suicide jokes.

Very petty, Cat-of-a-man. Will force himself to like things that his father would hate, as well as to prove a point to others.

Only has like a handful of colorful things in his office and home. Most its gifts from the rest of the guys or cards from the lady across the street who he may shovel the snow for.

One-Sided beef with southern U.S. Only due to Graves anymore, but he does appreciate Sweet-Tea.

[personostient]

if all of your OCs fought, who would win?

With much consideration and manic thought processing…

Its chaos on the battlefield, one I’m not meant to keep up with… Its ANYONE’s game.

Keep reading below for the beat down breakdown!! vvvvv

Color codes:

❤️ - Physically overpowers

💙 - Psychically overpowers

💚 - Refuses to fight

🩷 - Fuck you Magic ✨

💜 - BULLYING THEM!!!!!

I’ve complied this non-exhaustive web of 1 v 1 face offs, offering a basic “summary” for some of the resulting battles. I’ve had to reduce the full roster to a select “rogues gallery” for sake of time, space, and to reduce redundancy. Sorry to those that do not see your favorite blorbos, those excluded were either too new, had too little lore created for them, or provided nothing new or interesting (imo)

You’ll quickly notice not every character fights everyone. 1- i forgor, 2- i dunno how to make the arrows legible at this point. I didn’t think this shit through. TO MAKE UP FOR THAT… Some battle highlights:

Dr. Arachne is a nightmare (ha) for ALL mecha ocs to deal with because [redacted] Therapy is pretty much a requirement to fend off the good doctor and honestly Diogenes is the only one capable of keeping his shit together around here.

THAT SAID. the doctor is built less structurally intact than a single pringle and disappoints their dietary nutritionists year round.

The bug ocs are just lil guys... they really weren’t meant to face off against war machines, murder plants, or capitalism. A for effort...

There are only two genders: Inflamed or flammable. And the gender ratios are SKEWED. I’m sorry.

Your chances of losing against Annabelle rests on your working relationships to the concept of time and how easy it is for you to lose track of it… good luck.

Argos could win more battles depending on how actively in danger Captain is… +1 for simps around the world.

The space lasagna is a force to be reckoned with but it really doesn’t want to be here right now.

Inviting Dragon and Virga… Coughing babies vs. 2 Hydrogen Bombs

That’s it for now. Hey feel free to ask me for more details too :]

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Did I say it’s anyone’s game? I lied. Annabelle’s the scariest mf here.