#i have brainrot about him and simon so bad

[thelambthatkilledthewolf]

Random headcanons about Hezekiah Wakely because no one appreciates this absolute treasure of a man:

- if he had lived in a time where gender was actually understood, he would've used he/they/it pronouns

- he has autism and BPD and was probably shunned for being "weird"

- his special interest is bugs, but specifically the kinds that burrow in the ground

- his liquor of choice was bourbon and he drank that shit straight

- he was vaguely acquainted with Jonah Magnus, but didn't like him much

- he had a secret relationship with Simon Fairchild and I will die on this hill

- all his bullshit about the Lord in his letters to that one guy was fake. He desperately tried to believe in God bc it was the 1800's and everyone did, but he never actually felt like God was really there

- Smirke heard of his little misdemeanors and immediately clocked him as a Buried avatar, and tried to "recruit" him into the Regency group (Smirke wanted to study him.) He refused because fuck rich people

- he faked his death so that he could be buried alive, and that's how he died

Bonus: That was the first time Simon ever truly mourned the loss of a person. (The second would be two hundred years later, when a certain detective put a bullet in Michael Crew's brain)

[frudoo]

Literally obsessed with your Slasher 141 series, its been giving me so much brainrot

I have a few ideas;

reader feels a bit self conscious about her body and the boys make it their mission to show her how beautiful she is in their eyes (could be fluff or smut)

OR

Reader decides to be a brat over text to the boys as they were out for the day, and hides from the boys once they arrive home, resulting in them hunting and chasing her down 👀👀 ( smut and a lil fluff )

This is very self-indulgent because I've been feeling bad about my own body lately. This is for my fellow fat girls <3

Warnings: Mentions of skipping meals, food in general. Self-deprecating thoughts, somewhat poor communication. Fem!Reader is fat (in all of the slasher!141 AU). Fluff!

You’ve been off lately. During mealtime with the boys, you barely eat, just poke at the food on your plate. It isn’t like you—you’re usually the one to cook and try out all kinds of new recipes to share with your lovers, or baking sweet treats to give them after a hard day—so for you to suddenly have no interest in food is concerning. Tonight is no exception. John made your favorite, beef stew and cornbread (a southern delicacy you taught him how to make), but you just mindlessly stir the stew with your spoon, eyes focused on nothing at all.

     “How was your day, dove?” Kyle tries to break you from your trance, but you only nod.

     “Helped a chicken give birth today,” Simon stares straight at you, ignoring the incredulous looks the other three men give him.

     Still, no sort of reaction from you, other than an uninterested hum. 

     “Ah went tae the doctor earlier,” Johnny says next. “Turns oot ah’m pregnant.”

     “Nice,” you deadpan, completely oblivious to the outrageous lies these dumbasses have been telling you. 

     “Enough,” Price furrows his eyebrows, dropping his spoon with a clang. “Darlin’, you haven’t eaten in two days.”

     This time, you listen. Immediately, you rush to defend yourself, eyes narrowed at the bearded man.

     “I’ve just been fe-”

    “Don’t you give me that bullshit about bein’ sick, either. I’ve seen you sick, and it was completely different than this,” he interrupts, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Speak, baby. Tell us what’s goin’ on in that pretty head o’yours.”

     “It’s nothing,” you grumble.

     Simon sighs dramatically, slapping his palms down on the dining room table to push himself up out of his chair. Before you can protest, he picks you up and sits in your seat, then settles you in his lap. You try to wriggle free, but his hold on you is unwavering. 

     “Stop strugglin’ and tell us wha’ the fuck is wrong w’you,” the blond man grunts, strong arms wrapped around your waist so you can’t move as much. 

     “I hate my body!” You blurt, and the room falls silent. “I-I don’t know what you all see in me. I just… I look gross.”

     Tears build in your eyes and spill past your waterline, streaming down your round cheeks. All four men look at each other wordlessly, unsure of what to say. Their silence breaks your heart, and you manage to wriggle out of Simon’s lap. 

     “I’m going to bed,” you mumble, wiping your eyes with your sweatshirt and moping your way upstairs.

     Your bedroom is the furthest down the hall, the longest walk. Usually this fact doesn’t bother you, but with your state of mind the way it is right now, you can’t help but feel like it’s purposeful. You slam the door shut and lock it, purposefully avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you flop into bed. It creaks with your weight, and you let out another sob. 

     You end up crying yourself to sleep, clammy face stuck to your pillow. When you wake up, you find that your door is still locked and try your hardest not to burst into tears all over again. Not one of the boys came to check on you last night? It makes you feel even worse—are you that much of an eyesore that they don’t dare come see if you’re okay? The thought makes your stomach churn. A knock makes itself known on your door, pulling you from your thoughts.

     “Dove? Can you let us in?” Kyle’s soft voice sounds from the hallway. “Please?”

     “We wanna talk to you, sweet girl,” Price’s voice comes next, followed by more pleas from Johnny and Simon.

     With a shaky sigh, you oblige, unlocking the door and swinging it open. When your eyes fall on them, you bite back a gasp—they all look exhausted, puffy bags beneath their bloodshot eyes, frowns tugging their lips downward. You can’t imagine you look any better, but still, your heart aches seeing them look so down.

     “Hey, bonnie,” Johnny instantly brightens up when he sees you, and you have to fight the urge to push him off when he wraps his arms around you. 

     “Hi,” you mutter, impartial to the kiss the Scotsman plants on your temple.

     They all trail into your room nervously, and it’s just then that you notice a large jar in Simon’s arms. Your eyebrows furrow as you sit on the edge of your bed, waiting for one of them to speak up first.

     “I want to start by apologizin’, sweetheart,” John begins, sitting beside you on your bed. “We were all… well, none of us were expectin’ to hear you talk about yourself like that, and we panicked. That wasn’t fair to you.”

     You shrug, eyes focused on your lap. Price reaches out to grab your hand, gently running his thumb across your knuckles. 

     “You are absolutely stunnin’. You are the farthest thing from gross, dove,” Kyle sits on your opposite side, grabbing your unoccupied hand. 

     “Ah think ah speak fer all of us when ah say tha’ we love yer body,” Johnny hums.

     “I’m fat,” you frown, and Simon scoffs.

     “Yeah? And?” He narrows his eyes at you. “We like y’like tha’. More t’grab, more t’love.”

     “I don’t understand why,” you whisper, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. 

     “What’s not to understand?” John squeezes your hand. “You’re soft, and warm.”

     “The fuckin’ best at cuddlin’, too,” Kyle grins.

     “Great tits,” Johnny butts in, earning himself a jab to the ribcage from Simon. “Och- wha’?! It’s true!”

     “Wha’ the wanker is tryin’ t’say is tha’ you’re perfect. For us, in general—y’complete us, love. Your body is jus’ a plus,” Simon concludes, finally stepping forward to offer you the jar.

     “What’s this?” You ask, carefully pulling your hands out of Kyle and John’s. 

     “We spent all nigh’ gatherin’ up pictures of you tha’ we love,” Kyle explains, watching excitedly as you screw the lid off. 

     Inside, the jar is filled to the brim with photos and polaroid pictures—candids of you baking in the kitchen, napping on the couch, tending to the garden or the animals, even selfies you sent to Johnny when the two of you first started talking online. Mixed in with those is printouts of text messages they’ve all sent each other, fawning over you, some of which dating back to even before you met the others. Tears stream down your face yet again, but instead of being sad, you’re overwhelmed with love and joy from these men you get to call yours.

     “I-I don’t know what to say,” you sniffle, setting down the jar to wipe your eyes.

     “Don’t say anythin’, darlin’, just let us hold you,” John murmurs, pulling you onto the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist.

     Maybe being dogpiled by your four huge husbands on an already creaky bed isn’t the best idea, but hey, all that matters is that you’re happy.

[machveil]

I blame you for my Simon brainrot, so have this:

Simon smitten with someone who is a complete nerd, just an absolute geek. Plays D&D, reads way too much, wears glasses (I double blame you for this) and dorky shirts and socks, etc. Him just sitting there listening to them ramble about something he has no clue about and then later on him referencing back because you cant tell me he isnt actually paying attention even if he doesnt have a vested personal interest in it.

I’ll happily take responsibility for Simon Riley brainrot lol

Simon Riley is absolutely smitten with Nerd!Reader - it doesn’t matter what fascinates you, he’s taken. anime, manga, comics? tell him about it. music, video games, movies? play something for him. are you into Dungeons and Dragons? he’ll listen to you explain everything - show him your dice, tell him about all the classes, spells, monsters

Simon Riley adores your glasses - prescription or not. thick frames? metal? plastic? functional or fashionable? he can’t stop looking at your face. if you do have prescription lenses you can convince Simon to try them on. they’re a little small sitting on the crooked bridge of his nose, he blinks once before handing them back, “Prefer my reading glasses.”. but if you wear his reading glasses? he’s nearly drooling, they look so charming on you - in fact, why don’t you just keep ‘em?

Simon Riley will soak in whatever you tell him. be careful talking to him about stuff you want, if you mention a certain pair of pretty dice or a new volume of your favorite series it’ll end up in your hands, cost be damned. if something is really expensive Simon will lie through his teeth so you don’t feel bad, “Was on sale, love, don’t worry. Hm? Exclusive release? Don’t know about that.”

Simon Riley, the big, hulking man he is, can be talked into cosplaying for you. he might roll his eyes, but he’s biting back a smile when you mention he would look good dressed as a certain character from a series you love. when October rolls around you might just come home to find Simon standing in the doorframe to your bedroom, dressed in oh so familiar clothes, “This what you wanted, lovie?”

Simon Riley that, even though he’s dead silent listening to you, can repeat everything you’ve said back to him. he might forget smaller details - the color of a character’s clothes, the way to specifically pronounce a name, but he remembers your favorite chapters and episodes, the class you play and your lucky dice. he might even surprise you when he talks about things you didn’t tell him, “Hm? Oh, jus’ did some light readin’ on it, nothin’ special.”

[tojisun]

just went through ur entire biker!simon tag (about to go on a reblogging spree pls forgive me) and OUGH i have the most horrendous brainrot now thank u for the food u legend 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

also price on a harley im gnawing at the bars of my enclosure i actually want the whole biker!141 squad SO BAD.

omg thank u so so much!! and no omg ur reblogs are much appreciated!! nthn to fogive here <33

and ahhhhh im glad u have biker!simon brainrot toooo. it stays making me giggle n stuff so hhhhhh thank u guys sm for having fun w me as i write silly little aus <333

also! im definitely tryna complete a biker!141 instalment bc someone asked me about them and i just went bonkers in excitement!!!

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but just throwin out ideas here:

☃︎ soap and ghost have similar bikes, if not matchin yamahas. i feel like soap retains the colour of his bike from when he got it from the shop, but ghost def got one of his bikes wrapped (have u seen his mask? man likes flare!) (also ghost probably does have more than one bike teehee <33)

☃︎ im thinkin soap probably has a bright coloured bike… (it’s def a red yamaha hhhh god ik he’d look so good on it)

☃︎ price’s first bike meet was where he met alejandro and they def talked about their bikes (price’s was a harley and alejandro’s was a scout bobber), with alejandro offerin up ways to help fix price’s. (alejandro… on a scout bobber… god im on my knees thinking about it) (rudy’s was a harley too)

☃︎ kyle on a pretty, pretty suzuki. im torn between it being midnight blue or metallic blue. either ways, it’s fuckin’ blue and fuck does he look like a god on it

☃︎ soap’s place is the centre point between all of them so it’s an unspoken rule that they all get to use and access his garage

☃︎ kyle often has to take over for soap when they’re all fixin up their bikes (like either before a rally or after, or even just for fun?? is thay fun?) it’s not like soap doesn’t know how to, but it’s just that kyle’s a nerd and soap likes relyin’ on him anyway

☃︎ you’re their (unofficially shared) backpack princess. whenever the squad takes their bikes to ride towards a similar location, simon and you always get flanked by his friends. soap and kyle are behind him, with price driving at the very front. because this way, you’re as safe and as protected as you can be <33

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… ok but whys that last brainworm making me feral

[sillygoose343]

COD But If They Were Gen Z Brainrot Things

COD but if they're brainrot. (I don't know what possessed me to do this, uni exams are causing me to tweak).

I formally apologise to: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Kate Laswell, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra, Nikolai, Phillip Graves, König, Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Vladimir Makarov

i did NOT take this seriously 🥴im jit yapping

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Ghost - monday left me broken

Soap's dead, Roach's dead, Mara's dead (in the mobile comics), monday left him broken.

If I were to recount *all* of the shit that he had to go through, I would be here for awhile but I know we know what our Ghost had experienced, he's broken but he's still kicking! Onto Tuesday, Wednesday!

So I think it's a fair assessment for him to be monday left me broken

I also think he listens to the song unironically sometimes

Captain Price - smurf cat

Do I really have to explain this one?

I guess COD nation sees Papa Smurf in him but the thing about smurf cat is that it has a hat, therefore it must be Price

The resemblance is uncanny sometimes (it's just a hat)

i don't have much to say, it's literally just appearance-based for this one

Soap - prime and lunchly

soap is the type of guy to walk into the recording studio and come out with "from the screen, to the ring, to the pen, to the king, where's my crown? that's my bling, always drama, when i ring. see i believe that if i see it in my heart, smash through the ceiling, 'cause i'm reaching for the stars." look me in my metaphorical eyes and tell me im wrong

he would be guzzling down the cherry freeze after a long hard day of training

he likes his cheese drippy bruh

he kinda looks like haley welch if you squint

Gaz - gaining aura

I LOVE GAZ RAAAAH

Look at him? He literally can't physically lose aura?

I'm biased towards Gaz

Even breathing can earn this man aura, there is something innately charismatic and charming about Gaz to the point that even if he trips on air or accidentally walks around with an open bag, typically aura-losing activities, he just wouldn't lose any.

Look at him

He is Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Roach - cooked

well, technically, 'cooked' typically indicates that a food item has been processed through fire, at least usually

but i guess this is using the brainrot terminology, still, that changes nothing

cooked in brainrot means to be struggling, done for or that the situation is just bad, the entire brazilian militia being after his ass after he fell from the roof was one of his most iconic moments, he had many cooked moments in the campaign but that one truly defined him, he was, in fact, cooked

literally and figuratively

Laswell - galvanised square steel

galvanised square steel is an extremely durable material, is able to transform even the smallest 1mx1m square apartment into a fully functional multi-purpose home with the assistance of eco-friendly wood veneers and

as ghost put it, "laswell's still solid as a rock" except, she's as solid as galvanised square steel

she's reliable, resilient and shes like the foundation as the galvanised square steel while 141 is like the eco-friendly wood veneers

Alejandro - oil up

one could say that all men in cod could represent 'oil up' but i think alejandro embodies the 'oil up' phrase

im actually just straight tweaking when i say this but i think he'd have a similar community to orange peanut's if he ever became an influencer, like different content but his comment section would be filled with 'when are you going to oil up'

i also think he'd be the kind of guy to gladly oil up on request, granted there was an ample amount of oil

Rodolfo - livvy dunne

rudy doesn't really strike me as a rizzer more like a rizzee (im tweaking so hard right now)

he seems like the type of guy to get rizzed up by baby gronk and then promptly train for his gymnastics or something

there's not much to comment on here, just that he looks like the type of guy to be rizzed

Nikolai - metal pipe sound effect

nikolai is unique in the sense that i think he encapsulates the metal pipe sound effect rather than a phrase or a brainrot figure

i have a feeling that during violence and timing gaz would agree with me

i have a feeling that the butcher in mw2019 would also agree with me

he's a menace but no brainrot compilation is the same without the metal pipe sound effect so :333

Phillip Graves - only in ohio

that gif shows up when i search for ohio

i feel like this one is very self-explanatory

in some instances gyatt and ohio can be used interchangeably so i would also consider him having the dual position of embodying gyatt and ohio at the same time, lucky bloke

König - alpha wolf

furry könig skin

furry wolf skin, no further commentary needed

Horangi - 99% of gamblers quit before they hit big

that is just what he did

Makarov - skibidi toilet

we have all seen the smile skin

skibidi toilet is evil incarnate, poisoning the minds of the children, even in the lore of skibidi toilet it is evil and direct antagonistic villains towards camera head people, sounds just like makarov

the smile skin is like the mould on lunchly cheese, its the outward thing you see but the evil of skibidi toilet like makarovs evil is like the mould spores inside the cheese

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it is now nearly 3am, im so failing my histology class man

[bigalockwood]

Brushing the dirt from his pants and heaving one last, big sigh, Wille stood up. No use stalling. He’d go to the campsite manager now. Better to get it done and then finally relax and be able to enjoy his trip. A cracking noise sounded behind him. Wille jerked around — and stopped in his tracks, like he was playing musical statues all on his own. Wille wasn’t religious, had never been. But the man that had stepped into the clearing might just change his opinion on gods and deities. Or, the strangers to lovers camping redemption no one asked for.

You put two biologists in a room fandom together and this is what you get.

Despite what some of you might be thinking, neither Jay @enjoythesilentworld nor I have lost the ability to spell. However, we do have a bad case of brainrot. So, when Jay (on a camping trip at the time) told me that someone had put their gear in their camping spot, we very quickly started to wilmonify the situation, as one does. A little bit of fun almost immediately turned into a fully-fledged outline to what would become Growing towards the light.

We know Omar just released Sabotage and I’m sure many of you are feeling very Not Chill right now. If you feel like you need something to calm yourself and find some tranquility and peace… what about a trip to the woods? We’ve heard Wille has been recommended camping to calm down 🫶

Biggest, warmest and most grateful thank you to the incredibly lovely and generous Roo @sobadbad who brought our very vague wishes for a header to life. We’ve been staring at it for two weeks now and still can’t believe it’s real (and maybe we've sent it to each other every other morning, because it's the best thing to wake up to). We love it as much as Simon loves Wille and Wille loves Simon. 💜💜

Now that we’ve got your aTention: we present you our Tentative offering for camping redemption: Growing towards the light.

(Little note from Lia to an unknwoing Jay: Writing (and plotting) gttl has been the most organic and natural thing in the world. I never thought I’d collaborate with someone else like this, but this story and the entire creative process has brought me a tremendous amount of joy in the past three months. ily Jay <333)

[sweetgirlcirce]

DBF! Simon Riley

I´m having a brainrot about Dad´s best friend Ghost, so i hope you´re hungry cause here it comes

Warnings: Leagal age gap, Dilf and retired Ghost, reader in their early 20´s while Simon is 45, light smut, dry humping, male jack off, pantie stealing, complete pervert Simon

DBF! Simon who loved to help your dad on scaring off your boyfriends. Even tho its for a total different reason, your dad just really wants to protect you, but simon... oh Simon did it because he couldn´t imagine letting some idiot boy you met in collage or at some stupid bar-who couldn´t even satisfy you-touch you, feel you, your soft breasts, the pussy he dreamed about for years, oh no, absolutely not. How could he sleep at night knowing the idiot who couldn´t even make you smile the way he did, was groping and touching what was his, his girl.Oh that made his blood boil every single time

DBF! Simon who always got a little bit too exited by summer breaks, the fact he was able to see you almost everyday? Oh god, he could melt just at the thought of it. And, what he loved almost as much was seeing you, was the fact that with summer breaks also came nothing but bikinis, shorts, little tank tops, gym wear, cute little short night gows, and god, his favorite, summerdresses. Everytime he saw you he swear he could come in his pants, you just looked so perfect, so pretty, laying in the sun with the tiniest bikini he´s ever seen, while your family trows a barbecue, passing trough him in the most slutty shorts, while he trys to watch a football match with your dad, even opening the door for him in a tank top that marked your perky nipples, he swear he was gonna go crazy before you left for collage againg.

DBF! Simon Riley who loved how sweet you always were to him, always greeting him with the prettiest smile at the door when he came over, always bringing him a new cold beer in hot summer days, offering him a massage because you ´knew how tense he could get´, always used the most sweet perfumes ever, always been so so polite to him. He asked himself if you were sweeter as he thought, when fisting his red angry cock thinking about your pretty doe eyes looking at him.

DBF!Simon who feels disguting about having such thoughts with little you, more than ever when he´s at your house for a pool party and gave a shitty excuse about going to the bathroom, only to go upstairs for your room in the end of the hallway, trying to make the least noise as possible, the initial idea was just maybe stealing one of your pretty laced -used- panties to use as a jerk off material later, but when he smells your godly smell all over the room he cant control himself, locking the door behind him, and sliding his shorts and his boxers all together, diving his head between one of your pillows and dryhumping the other, God he feels so dirty, so stupid, like a teenager again, humping your sheets like a dog in heat and groaning loud, he hates himself even more for this, but he cant contol it, cant control himself, he wants you, no, he needs you so so bad. And he feels his end aproaching so fast, his cock getting so sensitive, and when he hears your sweet voice saying a little ´´Simon? Are you there?´´ while knocking in the door, he comes, so hard he feels his legs shake and all the air get knock out of his lung.

[shotmrmiller]

First of all love love love biblically accurate Ghost, second - justice for reader. Is it possible?

I can only imagine how hard she'd be trying to do her best and improve, but trying one's best was never enough for Ghost and she's not an exception.

But what if like one time, a mission goes wrong and the reader is presumed dead since she couldn't have got out of such a dangerous situation alone and alive, right?

Yes, it's unfortunate, but not hearbreaking to Ghost. He knew she was too weak to survive from the start and he's been basically waiting until she inevitably perishes somwhere on the field. Not that he wanted it, he just expected it from the start.

But, surprise surprise, the reader turns up alive. Sure, mangled, scarred, maybe even shot, certainly not unscathed, may she be on the brink of death - but still alive.

And Ghost's brain just kind of. Malfunctions for a second, because how the fuck could that incapable little thing survive on her own without anyone behind her ass?

He certainly wouldn't start liking her, but he'd reluctantly admit - even if not out loud - that maybe she's not as useless as he initially thought.

The look in his eyes Ghost has for a split second when he sees the reader brings a small, almost insignificant feeling of satisfaction to reader, but she's not done. She's just more determined to prove him wrong about her, because if there's one thing more powerful than the need for approval, it's SPITE.

(love your work by the way, having a Simon brainrot if it wasn't obvious already lol 🩵)

so yeah, the next step from utter intolerance outside of a mission (because he definitely talks to you during them, he'd never let personal issues interfere then) would be a reluctant acceptance. not of you, but of your presence.

you haven't broken, even though you looked it as you stumbled in through the safe house they're in.

nothing from his attitude toward you will change until you stop losing in spars. They don't approach you with a killing intent, but the bad guys will.

Get better or get out.

Slowly, the fighting becomes less aggressive tossing and flinging around but more... violent. it's what it seems to you, anyway.

more tactical.

if only you'd look past your hurt feelings to realize that he's teaching you.

teaching you how he fights.

teaching you how to eventually beat him.

learn.

and no, there's no funny ass illogical me throw him over my shoulder cuz i caught him off guard. that man is 6'3-4 and no way he's anything less than 280 lbs.

I squat 175 and feel like my spines getting crushed and that's with evenly distributed weight. Simon's own arm probably feels too heavy. + there's no off guard with a man who lives on his toes and sleeps with one eye open even at base.

[bearyzdiary]

omg i got hit with the most insane simon brainrot and was dismayed thinking the fandom would be too small to find much fanfic for it so finding your acc was like finding water in a desert! if you still take requests, could you do something cute and a little angsty like a really bubbly and happy who befriends simon and is just really nice to him, always offering to hangout or bringing him little gifts bc that boy needs a hug so bad omg

It’s my love language!

Simon x reader

This diary entry contains…Can be seen as romantic or platonic|cute as hell!|Simon is a adorable|Reader's love language is touch and gift giving| reader helps simon with his deppression|

A/N:IM SO HAPPY TO BE KEEPING THE FANDOM ALIVE💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

You knew simon since the two of you were kids. He always was a quiet and slightly rude kid. You always watched him from afar until one day you had gifted him a juicebox. He looked at you crazy before taking it.

As you grew older, Simon became more closer to you. He never fully opened up to you but you didn't mind it. Once the two of you got to college, He made new friend named sophie. She was pretty and was like you. Simon seemed comfortable with her but not as comfortable as he was with you.

The two of you decided to hang out at his house as his mother wanted to see you. You agreeded as you missed her cooking as it reminded you of your childhood with Simon. The whole night you enjoyed your time. You even ended up learning how to make his favorite childhood meal.

He seemed happy to have you around again, You brought him out of his shell just like you did when you guys were kids. You knew what would cheer him and up and what wouldn't.

Since you loved to give gifts you always paid attention to what he was always looking at when you two went out. You would suprise him with the gift a week later. He slowly became more used to your gift giving.

He also began to get used to your love for physical touch. He learned how to cuddle and became more used to holding hands. Touch was something he wasnt used to but managed to enjoy it when it came to you.

You knew when to stop touching him and you knew when he was uncomfortable. It was something you learned as the two of you did more things together.

You taught him how to learn his own love language, Which is why he learned his love language was words of affirmation and touch. He loved telling you how pretty or how good you looked. He got used to you calling him sweet and cute things as well.

Soon he also felt comfortable with showing other people affection. It wasn't as strong as the affection he showed you but it was enough to the point that people knew he cared about them.

You always wanted to hang out with simon. You would make time in your day just where you and simon would do things together. Some times it would be at a nearby park, Most times it would be at his house. His mother loved when you would come over as you would offer to help simon clean his room when he would have one of his episodes.

You never judged as you would find random plates or really old clothes. You would help him wash whatever clothes or give his room a really well deep cleaning as you would both bond over a new episode of your favorite show. Sometimes if the both of you had enough money saved up you would go to your favorite diner and order each other food.

sometimes he would come over to your house and have a sleepover and you would make him do a fashion show. Sometimes the two of you would just lay in your bed and cuddle while going over things that happened at school.

of course, if Simon wasn't in a touching or loving mood you never forced him to cuddle you or tell you how nice you looked. You gave him personal space as you would tend to clean up around his house with the help of his mother.

You would then check up on him from time to time before leaving him to himself. Most of the time he would be sketching, playing video games, or just looking out the window.

Sometimes he would make a attempt to help you clean up before giving up. You never yelled at him but instead made it known you were thankful for his attempt in helping.

In the end. You cared and taught Simon a lot and he was forever grateful for you.

[mistydeyes]

Hi! Im totally in love with your fics and I was wondering if you could do a Ghost x Fem Reader and It would be him discovering that the reader has some sort of fire powers? I've had Borderlands brainrot for a while now and I've always wanted to know how he'd react to the reader having Phasewalking abilities or something 😭 If its a little too complicated I'll understand!

Again, love your work!

OMG Y E S this is such a good request!! like i've never read anything like this so i hope I did it justice! and fr borderlands is such a fun game, i wanna be a siren so bad haha

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summary: Fire was always beautiful to you. Despite the destruction it caused a forest, it allowed for growth and new life. It somehow found you throughout life but now your hidden ability to control it is tested when you and Simon are put in a dangerous situation.

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem!reader

warnings: swearing, descriptions of violence/fire

a/n: okay let's pretend that it's not an immediate red flag and threat of death to have powers and ghost doesn't call the authorities on your ass

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You never planned to reveal your inhuman talents to Simon. Even as a child, your parents warned you of the dangers of starting fires with your fingertips and would often gift you gloves lined with fire-retardant material. You had gone through your adult life with relative normalcy but dating Simon had been accompanied by a few close calls. From him almost catching you lighting a candle to you secretly diverting a growing flame away from the uncontrollable campfire, you held your breath and prayed he was blind to the event. You were resolved to using your powers to keep you safe (and to help with the occasional candle or stove for convenience's sake) but now you were being put to the test.

Your eyes and nose stung as Simon shook you awake. The room felt hot and you struggled to breathe in the smoggy air. "We have to get out of here," he yelled, trying to suppress a cough. You looked around and saw the bedroom door beginning to be engulfed by the sickly crackle of golden flames. "What's happening?" you asked as he pulled you close to the ground. "Not sure, I think the whole row is on fire," he weakly said, pulling you closer to the window. You bit your tongue as you continued slowly. Internally, you rationalized suppressing your powers as you knew a fire escape was on the other side of the window pane. "Just climb down," Simon directed, hoisting the window open but he swore upon looking down. "Fuck," he cursed lowly and you poked your head over to see the collapsed metal of the ladder on the ground.

He pulled you back on the ground as his mind raced with possibilities of escape. The room's temperature was building and you could see the semblance of scarlet and orange flames break through the door and heat the wall. Your mind was clouded as you debated on the quandary that was your current situation. "Simon," you whispered, holding his face in your hands, "follow me." Before he could object, you pulled on his wrist and began to make your way to the door. He tried to hold you back, screaming obscenities about your crazed attitude. You silenced him by moving the fire away through the door and decreasing the heat of the glowing red door knob. "Did-did you just-" Simon began to say and you responded by yanking the door open.

"I'll explain later," you continued and placed him behind you. He held his disbelief as he watched you move the vibrant flames and put them out with a small brush of your hand. It was as if fire bowed to your command and Simon tried to rationalize your actions. You eventually reached the entrance of the flat which was blocked by a wall of fire and ash. You closed your eyes, manipulating the surrounding heat and allowing you to run out. As the fire and rescue services rushed to your aid and placed you in an ambulance, you couldn't help but notice the nondescript look on Simon's face. "I'll tell you later," you mouthed to him, before closing your fist and sitting down for your medical examination.

[cod-dump]

i've seen it somewhere but can't find it anymore and now I'm brainrotting it so hard so: thoughts on angst where Simon accidentally hurts Johnny while asleep because of nightmare or ptsd episode after a mission?

The nightmares aren't as bad these days as they used to be. Visions of the past, intense dreams of possible futures. When Ghost started to get involved with Soap, the dreams started to fade. But they didn't go away completely.

He was reminded of that.

Ghost was resting well, especially when Soap joined him in bed. Holding Soap against his chest, Ghost was able to fall asleep much easier than he has in the past several years. It got to the point where he found himself unable to sleep without Soap. He constantly sought the man out so he could drag him off somewhere to sleep. Ghost almost believed that Soap chased off the bad dreams, allowing him peace.

He did not.

He wasn't sure what had triggered the episode. Maybe the mission reports he's been going over filled his head with things. Ghost was completely unaware of what was coming, cuddling up against Soap for the night. He remembered falling asleep rather easy and then pieces of a nightmare.

He woke kneeling over Soap, hands around the man's throat. Ghost let go as soon as he realized what he was doing. Ghost practically threw himself off the bed as Soap coughed. He stared at his hands, seeing flashes where they were covered in blood only to flash back to being clean. He found himself shaking. He hurt Soap. Put his hands on him and tried to kill him.

Ghost immediately made sure Soap got to medical before having himself locked up in the brig. It didn't take long for Price to come to figure out what the hell was going on. Ghost barely talked, still in deep shock over his own actions.

"Soap's in medical, you put yourself in here- Tell me what happened."

Being woken up in the early hours of the morning because one of his men was in medical and another put himself in the brig could be at fault for Price's snappiness.

Ghost was staring at his hands, every other moment he could see blood on them only for it to disappear in a blink of an eye. After several minutes, he looks up at Price, hands shaking.

"I hurt him."

Price blinks, "What?"

"He's in medical because of me."

Price was having a hard time believing that, Ghost could see it on his face. Price ended up leaving to talk to Soap about what happened, leaving Ghost. Ghost remained seated, unable to get the image of Soap's face when he was choking him. The fear and confusion in his eyes. His face turning blue due to the lack of air. Ghost shudders, anger welling up inside him. Anger at himself for hurting someone he cared for, hurting someone that trusted him not to. Laid next to him, allowing himself to be vulnerable. Ghost had betrayed Soap's trust. There's no fixing that.

Ghost laid on the bench, curling up. He hurt Soap. And no matter what happens next, even if Soap forgives him, it still happened. He hurt him and there's no way to take that back. He hurt him. And Ghost knows that he would not allow himself the chance to hurt him again. Even if that means pushing him away, he refuses to hurt Soap again. Never again.

[dema-heart]

💀=🥃>🍬?

Simon "ghost" riley x gn! reader

Explicit warning. Mentions of spicy nights spent together. Nothing to deceptive but still.

Bar/pub

Mentions of R being harassed but not shown in story.

Drinks/drinking mentioned

Inspired by my too sweet by hozier brainrot

As always, let me know if I messed up somewhere or something doesn't make sense!

“Ghost” Soap nods, patting the man on the shoulder as he sat across from him. Ghost grunted in greeting, his eyes obviously locked on something.

‘Or someone’ Soap thought as he followed his gaze to you.

You were laughing and chatting away at the bar, Gaz laughing along as you probably told another one of your stories. Everyone around you were in high spirits as they usually were around you, even Price was smiling into his glass shaking his head as you talked.

“Quite the Bonnie lad, aye?” Soap spoke quietly to Ghost knowing no one could hear the two but the man across from him would appreciate the secrecy Johnny watched with an amused smirk as Ghost “flinched”, something only knowing eyes could catch.

“Don’t know what you’re on about Johnny”. Ghost grunted. He knew damn well he’d been caught but he’d be damned if he admitted.

He met soap’s grin and raised brow with a neutral look before his eyes slowly drifted back to you at the sound of another loud bout of laughter and chatter.

This time you met his gaze, your smile somehow brightening more, if that was possible. You gave an enthusiastic wave from behind the bar leaning forward to make sure you were seen, causing a few to turn and look, trying to see who caught your attention.

He was debating on his next move. About to pretend it wasn’t him you were waving at, to save his dignity and cover, but the moment your waving slowed a sheepish smile on your face and doubt in your eyes, his hand lifted before he could stop himself pointing to soap and then himself with a slight tilt of his head as if asking who you were waving at.

Ghost watched as your face lit up again, now assuming he had just thought you were waving at someone else and totally wasn't intentionally ignoring you. You nodded your head, waving again and damn the stares he got for waving back. It was worth it for the giddy look on your face.

‘They’re lucky they're cute…’ Ghost thought to himself as he kicked soap’s shoe under the table when he snickered at his quick save.

Someone must have said something as you turned back to making drinks. Shaking his head, he sighed ignoring Price’s raised eyebrow and Gaz’s knowing smirk.

“Don’t know what you’re on about Johnny… yeah right Lt” Soap mocked his early statement mimicking his voice.

Ghost levels soap with an unimpressed look as he listens to the Scot’s, not so bad, impression of him. With a roll of his eyes he gives his full attention to the man in front of him trying to save face as much as he could after that display. Obviously soap wasn't ready to let it go just yet.

“When’d ya get so close with our lovely bartender, ghostie, no use denying it now we all saw the wave and the cute tilt of your head like a confused pup” Soap chuckles when Ghost’s face only hardens as he tried to remember how he'd ended up in this position anyways.

The whole base had decided to have a night out at a local pub, they all frequented as a well earned reward. It was a larger turn out than expected tonight with word having spread quickly and the rumors of the new bartender at the place making everyone curious,You, being said bartender.

You’d somehow won over most of the people from base with your bright smile, playfulness, and all around shining personality. You told stories or sang as if you owed people a show with every drink but best of all you treated them like regular people, even Ghost, who you’d taken one glance at and told to have a seat so you wouldn’t hurt your neck making eye contact with him.There’d been a playful glint in your eyes and complete lack of fear or judgment when the mask hadn’t come off at the bar.

Ghost felt Soap kick his leg under the table, snapping him back to the present. Before he could scold or snap at the man, he felt someone bump him causing him to snap his head to the side, glare harsh for whoever decided to be bold enough to touch him. He was met with your smiling face, a lack of any fear as his glare immediately dropped.

Many men and women had almost shit themselves from a glare like he sent you and you met it with a teasing smile and amused look. He thought with a huff.

“Thought you boys were always aware of your surroundings. Never thought I’d see the day I scared, The Ghost~” you teased in a singsong voice.

‘You’re far too understanding and they read me like a bloody book. Since when were they so attuned to me?’ He thinks,noticing how you’ve shifted from behind him to beside him so he can see you fully, knowing your approach had put him on edge.

Soap’s snicker across from him pulls him from his thoughts as he huffs, leaning back to glare at the sergeant instead.

You smiled cheekily, holding in your own laughter as you stepped forward to place two glasses on the table. You stumble a bit and Ghost's arm is around your waist in an instance to stabilize you.

You shoot him a grateful although sheepish smile as you place the drinks down, but the arm around your waist doesn’t drop instead tugging you back and you instinctively step back into his space, your arm coming to rest on his shoulder as you lean against him slightly, if Soap notices he says nothing, thankfully too.

It’s not long before Ghost catches himself realizing what he's done but instead of startling he lets your hand on the back of his neck ground him.

Your fingers brush the nape of his neck and he’s reminded of your recent nights together.

The image of you on top of him in the shadows of your room as you smile down at him, as your hands tease and touch all he’s willing to give.

The image of you under him reaching up and locking your hands at his nape to keep him close. Fingers trailing under the mask to touch sensitive skin and messy short blonde hair.

The mornings,you’d get him to stay for just a bit, cuddling up to him and kissing him through the soft balaclava he wears around you. Never bothered, it's the only thing that doesn’t come off.

The tap of your middle finger, twice in a short rhythm. A simple code for ‘all clear’, brings him back to now, to the fact he was very much in public with half the damn base around to see him all cuddled up with the bartender.

“The fucker bothering you gone?” he grunts the response out, lowering the arm at your waist to grab the glass in front of him. Going for nonchalance as he felt the stares of people around.

“yeah..thank you and sorry about that Soap. I come to Ghost when any of the patrons get a bit too… pushy?” You take the chair next to Ghost as you answer Soap’s unasked question as he was looking between you two with a raised brow.

“He'll scare them off or let me stick around until they leave, figuring I'm “taken” or realize they won't win the battle against Ghost ” You mumble the rest of your explanation as you lean forward, laying your head on your hands with a tired sigh.

The answer you gave was a half truth, that was how it started. You came to sit with Ghost once when he came alone for a drink one night.

You'd bought him a refill he hadn't ordered and sat down in the chair next to him, pressing up against him as if he wasn't some random customer at the pub. He'd kept his cool as he read the napkin you had placed down with the drink. The words “creep’s been haggling me, sorry” written on it. You had looked up at him with pleading eyes and a nervous smile, scared he'd turn you down or lash out.

Much to your relief, Ghost had nodded before taking a discreet glance around and clocking the bastard easily enough. He’d then leaned his head against yours, glaring at them and all the others watching you till the creep left, and you went back to the bar.

It'd happened quite a few more times since then, each time breaking down his walls around you as you sought him out. As you saw him as a safe place, a protector. It warmed his heart, and he'd slowly opened up around you. Talking about his days,parts of missions, or maybe the new knife he'd gotten. Random stuff to fill the silence if you weren't talking or needed a break in the times you'd sought him out.

When or how your relationship had changed, neither of you were sure. Teasing jokes and flirty banter just became the norm. He'd quickly adjusted to you being in his space and craved it even after all the times of letting you press up against or holding you so people would leave you alone. He had started walking you home some nights when you worked till close, making sure you got home safe before leaving immediately. You had started taking the later shifts just to spend that extra time with him, but he didn't know. Finally after all the tension and missed chances you'd tugged on his sleeve as he made to leave offering him a late night cup of tea and a place to rest so he didn't have to go all the way to base.

He had nodded before he could catch himself, too mesmerized by your flustered but determined gaze. From there after getting him to stay a few nights, you'd taken the intuitive, climbing into his lap on your couch and asking him if he'd like to spend the night in your room instead of on the couch. To which he agreed eagerly, hands on your waist as he pulled up his balaclava to kiss you. Leading to the first steamy night you two shared together.

Soap nods, saving his questions for later. Instead, he nods towards the drinks on the table.

“What did ya whip up for us today?” Soap smiles easily but Ghost catches how his eyes scan the pub for threats and he’s thankful knowing someone else has your back.

“Right! Soap, I made you a cherry old-fashioned! Made with your favorite type of whiskey, scotch! And for my darling knight in skull amour… with a sweet tooth. I made a vanilla old-fashioned with the finest bourbon this pub could afford and vanilla sugar around the rim.” You sit up with renewed energy excited to tell the two men about the drinks you'd made them. You'd gotten into the habit of experimenting with drinks and flavors and both Soap and Ghost had agreed to trying them everytime. Well Soap had agreed, Ghost wasn't given much of a choice.

“I keep telling you I take my bourbon neat. You're lucky these drinks usually turn out okay” Ghosts huffs, swirling the glass and ignoring Soaps whispered “sweet tooth?”

You smile, eyes lighting up with mischief as you’re called to the bar. Standing up, you watch as he raises his mask, locking you in place with his stare as he takes a sip. He winces at the sweetness, sugar crystals shining on his lip, that he licks away before your impulsive thoughts of doing it yourself become actions.

There’s fire in his normally cold gaze as your eyes follow the way his tongue traces his lip. You copy the action lips and throat suddenly feeling dry. He takes another sip acting like the sugar will kill him, making you roll your eyes, matching his stare with a playful glare.

“Sweet as hell but it ain’t bad. Just not my cup of tea.” Ghost grunts out, the playful look in his eyes not dropping at your glare.

You scoff, shaking your head as you stop behind his chair on your way back to the bar, leaning in, you press yourself against his back as your arms come around to grab the glass.

You can feel him tense under you making you chuckle as you raise the glass to your lips, taking a sip before setting it back down. You hum, a deeply distracting noise, Ghost thinks. Before you turn your head,your breath fanning his ear.

“Just as sweet as you take your morning tea…Lieutenant.” You whisper the words breathily against his ear, rejoicing in the way you can feel his breath stutter before you step back a pleased grin on your face.

“See you boys later, enjoy the drinks. They’re on the house for disturbing your evening. Till next time John…Simon.” With that and a bit more pep in your step, you made your way back to the bar, falling into the rhythm of the busy night as you made drinks and entertained your patrons, leaving both boys flabbergasted at the table.

“Ghost…?” Soap mumbled in question,looking between you at the bar and Ghost.

“Not a word Johnny” He barked as if he was giving an order. He eyed the glass before downing what was left in it, standing up and leaving quickly before soap could ask anymore questions.

[rodolfoparras]

I need someone to share this idea (brainrot) with because it's all I can think about-

The archetype of early 2000s older brother was always the hottest thing ever to me but it's also the aesthetic that I love and see myself in to some degree. Watching those 2000s movies and seeing sleazy, alt, gamer/skater older brother character and he's mean and nasty is just..... literally speechless.

And then I thought- Simon as that type of character. Simon as best friend older brother that's kind of mean (but secretly sweeter than you think) and he is punk and in garage band and all he does is smoke weed, jerk off, play drums and skate or ride bike. (I need him to bend me over kitchen counter while my best leaves to go shopping or something and we're home alone-)

Anyways thank you for coming to my tedtalk. My crippling addiction to nasty and horrible men will be the end of me. I might end up making bot and/or writing fanfic with his concept because it's h a u n t i n g me

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Oh Absofuckinglutely best friends older brother ghost who’s a bit mean puts on this I’m the older one here facade and acts like the two of you are the most annoying thing to exist

But he always knows when you have a bad day can tell before you’ve even walked through the door, he won’t pry too much just ask “all good?” While practically staring into your soul and if you say yeah sure he’ll just drop the issue but he’ll subtly try to brighten your mood peaks his head into his siblings room and say he just ordered pizza before he swiftly leaves (fully aware that’s your favorite food)

Will offer to teach you how to drive when he hears that you’re trying to get your license and it raises some eyebrow bc that man doesn’t look like he has much patience yet he wants to help you ?

One night you and your best friend walk through the door drunk out of your minds and his sibling is fast asleep while you’re practically puking your guts in the toilet and he’s the one giving you water and helping wash your face grumbling about how kids these days can’t handle their liquor or something maybe even let’s you borrow one of his t’s since you ruined yours

You have a wee bit of a crush on him but you know he’s got a pretty gf so you’ve always thought he was straight and tried to forget about your crush until one day you see a half naked dude walking out of his room and you’re just like🧍🏻

[soaps-mohawk]

i'm back again to pour my brain out!!!! i apologise for always sending a billion asks, my brainrot is CRAZY for crcb

what are some silly things you think the boys cry at? like... simon bawling his eyes out watching bambi (yknow, the bit where the mum dies). i just think disney films get simon BAD. or.. just silly stuff in general that gets the boys all emotional. johnny seems like the type to tear up about someone making his mum's signature meal or something, one he ate in scotland as a child all the time - like the scene in ratatouille!!! my most self-indulgent idea is that john cries when doc dies in mean machine (the 2001 version, my all time favourite film). kyle i think you'd have to put on forrest gump or something to make him cry, yknow the scene with bubba??

anyways, hope you're all good pook!! hopefully you can catch up on all your sleep and everything <3 (my fav heart emoji won't work!!!!)

-🪐

Noo that's okay!! I'm just super slow at actually answering things 😭

Johnny definitely cries watching commercials. Like those ASPCA-type commercials or the like super sappy, happy, sweet ones (that definitely don't make me cry or anything) he's bawling like a baby. Disney movies as well. Any movie with some sappy ending he's crying.

I think Simon cries at happy endings. Super horrible things happened and then they get to live happily ever after, gets him. I think bittersweet endings get him too (Return of the King every time 😭). Definitely tries to pretend he's not crying but they all know.

Kyle I think would get teary-eyed over food. Make something from his childhood and he'd tear up. I also think Dinsey movies would get him too, but more of a sniffle than full-blown crying. There might be certain movies though that could get him going.

I think John is the same where it's very specific things that get him going. (I've never seen Mean Machine so I'll take your word for it) again no one is going to say anything, though, because they'll be forced to do extra pushups or extra laps during their next training if they say anything lol.

I'm alright. Still super stressed out and not really sleeping well which is cool. Love that for me. Hope you're doing well (a day late).

[chibishortdeath]

General Simon brainrot sketch page :3, as per usual, explanations under a cut. Apologies if my posts tend to be kinda huge and difficult to scroll past, I try to do the cuts to make sure they do the least inconvenience to anyone! (>-< ;)

Just the whole page in full ft. My thumb lol

Expression practice! Simon is feeling the weight of his situation rn alas :(. I’ve always imagined him being panicked the whole game; the overarching entire game timer really gives a pretty good feeling of dread imo. The two doodles at the bottom were attempts at multiple ideas I’ve seen floating around about the curse, but they’re kinda bad in execution looking at them no tbh. But the first one is based on the idea that the curse gives some vampire traits like sharp teeth and would probably lead to proper vampirism if he were to die from it. The second was general attempt at like skull practice and comparing facial features to skull structure, but oh my god the page kept smudging and I tried making it look ok with some random blood on there but it just made it look even sillier 💀.

These next two are based on two random like liminal space images I ran into on Pinterest and I drew them mostly because I suck at backgrounds and idk Simon’s Quest itself is like Castlevania: Liminal Space Edition a lot of the time, so it fits X,,,,D. The first one I really liked the composition of the path on the far side contrasted to the trees. Imagine the water is the purple cursed swamp :3. Hopefully Simon has laurels just standin around in there.

This second liminal space for Simon to be in was this neat nighttime photo of a graveyard! Trees are HARD TO DRAW, especially just in pencil and a solid black background. There’s blood on the ground and stuff cause he was just fighting some monsters, probably those two headed lizard guys. It’s the awkward stillness after clearing out an area of enemies.

The pose for this one is based on the LOL~lots of laugh Miku figure lmao 💀💀💀

Simon is very fun to put in exaggerated poses! Especially cause you have to exaggerate them more to get the same ratio of pose to negative space because muscles and armor. I had no idea how to make metal belt armor thingies sit in a like legs up floating sort of pose like this so they kinda bend a little weird but eh he looks cute otherwise. The other doodles present are one that says “brainrot” which is kinda making fun of my own dedication to an NES character 💀 and also cause haha rot like the curse. Also, teeny tiny Simon with a heart!!! :3

Yippie! Simon posing again! I think the first pose was inspired by this like random old anime style angel figure??? Idk I think she was just an original character figure and the pose was pretty different, I just used the reference mostly for the arm position. Anyway, he’s vibin, just sitting curled up and momentarily comfy. Alas, the horrors persist in the second doodle that was an attempt at showing how the curse kinda deteriorates him but he just kinda ended up having a scarily snatched waist and it looks more stylized than like sick. Also the armor kinda bends around him in a way that makes it look like it shrunk with him which is so dumb lmaooooo (XwX). I’ll have to revisit the concept eventually idk, just look at his face for this one XD. Hahaha tiny doodle based on Larval Rin on the left there, nothing to see here—

The main doodle is just Simon looking into the distance bewildered and holding the whip, standard stuff. There’s also a side profile doodle and an attempt at drawing crying again cause I was getting kinda rusty at both of those things.

Simon Belmont but if he was 2000s anime lol. A fun little style experiment, I might keep this as like another secondary art style. There’s also some doodles of a hanged man skeleton, the eyes of Vlad, a skeleton hand, and a couple little chibi Simon’s of various expressions.

More 2000s anime Simon, but in a more silly way like the art style change for joke sections. One is him just goofily holding up Dracula’s head, but it’s contrasted immediately with a more gritty usual art style doodle of him with harsh shading lol. Get you a man who can do both I guess 💀

I gotta practice more on backgrounds and composition and stuff, probably also get some curse effects consistent augh. Lately I’ve been on and off working on random things or just staring into space tired, getting back to using social media is hard and an exhausting uphill battle unfortunately (_ _ ;). Sometimes I feel like I should probably split these up into multiple posts to make things more visible and to put more focus on specific drawings, but idk I don’t really want to, it just feels weird to me breaking up a doodle page like that, if that makes sense??? Eh idk.

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

I am a nerd and I am also going through MW2 brainrot so here’s what I think are the character alignments are for Task Force 141 and Los Vaqueros

Quick disclaimer: the characters will most likely not follow the alignments to a T because it is extremely difficult to fit a complex person within a simple moral alignment perfectly. This is just my opinion and (maybe analysis?) of what fits the characters most.

Kate Laswell: Lawful Good

While she does often break the rules for Price to get the job done, she manages to do it in a way that is still lawful. She is someone who upholds certain laws and morals when it comes to getting the job done. She breaks the rules when absolutely necessary but never because she can, usually ends up doing it because John is asking (sometimes strong arming) her to.

Captain John Price: Chaotic Good

This man doesn't care what it may take to get the job done. He is doing what he thinks is right and if that means breaking the law or rules, then so be it. The fact that on multiple occasions in the games he has stood up to authority figures who step out of line and threatened Shepard after his betrayal tells me he would 100% be part of revolution. He's also like lowkey crazy so chaos fits him.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick: Neutral Good

He's not as chaotic as Price but he also doesn't care about breaking the rules to get things done. He is also very concerned with doing good more than anything, becoming angry over all the dead bodies in the 2019 game because of the rules keeping him back. That's why he joined Price in the first place. He wants to do good and keep people safe, and sometimes that means breaking rules which he's fine with.

John "Soap" McTavish: Neutral Good

Soap is so hard to place. Despite how people want to say he's chaotic, he's honestly not that bad. I believe that he, much like Gaz, wants to do the right thing but is more wary of breaking the rules. He is good and he wants to get the job done but I feel like he's more inclined to do it within the law. However, that doesn't mean he's not above breaking it, he just might want to find a solution before doing that.

Simon "Ghost" Riley: Lawful Neutral

When I say lawful I don't mean to the actual law I mean to his own personal code, as this alignment is known for that. Ghost is very much a man who is the embodiment of "the mission comes first". He will do whatever it takes to get it done with no remorse. He doesn't care about breaking the law or rules much like Price but he is calculating and keeps the chaos to a minimum. Of course, what he does is for good but I don't see him being hung up on it like Gaz is.

Alejandro Vargas: Lawful Good

Not once did he break the law in the game. He follows the law and wants to bring peace back to Las Almas by getting rid of El Sin Nombre. He is good and fights for good. There's not much to say about him not because he is a simple character but because he only works towards good without any fault.

Rodolfo Parra: Lawful Good

I feel so bad for not having much to say about him because he's such a sweetheart. He's basically the same as Alejandro. He's just as good as him and wants to do good as well.

This was really random and kinda stupid so if you read all of this you're cool. I've just been in a MW2 and D&D mood so this spawned because of it.