#i wanna know more about this little guy... who are you little roach...

[otacringe]

this is an appreciation post for gregor's little roach friend

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Angel Dust: “D’ya ever get a weird feelin’ about this place?”

Husk: “Yeah. Sweet an sickening. Like fucking syrup.”

Angel Dust: “NEVER fuck usin’ syrup UGH.”

Niffty: “I think the floor right under the second story banister railings feels weirdest! Almost bouncy when you SMASH into it!”

Angel Dust: “Not what I meant, NFT. It’s more like-”

SOMETHING: (blurs past the open door behind them)

Door: (...crreeeeks softly on it’s hinges...)

Them: (turns and stare)

Angel Dust: “…it’s like, a cold draft, innit?”

Husk: (spooked) (fur fluffed) “Cheap as fuck place. Run down.”

Niffty: “Prime roach real estate!”

Angel Dust: “Unsettlin’. The word I’m lookin’ for is, unsettlin’.”

EYES: (blink open and glow in the shadowy corner above them.)

Angel Dust: “Creepy, even.”

EYES: (rotate 360 degrees) (still staring)

Angel Dust: “I dunno. Don’t ya just get the shivers sometimes in here? Brr.” (shudders)

Husk: “Guess the eternal pep can be kinda fucked up from the owner. No one in hell is really that fucking happy all the fucking time.”

Niffty: “I AM!!!”

Husk: “No one who’s not fucking Niffty is that happy in hell.”

Niffty: “I LOVE it here. You only got to die ONCE back in the living world.”

Angel Dust: “Once should be enough for anyone, Niffters.”

Niffty: (giggling) “Not for me! Not when it's comes to eating spiders.”

Husk: “Oh FUCK that-”

Niffty: “Think the thing watching us right now also eats spiders?”

Husk: “…”

Angel Dust: “…”

EYES: (blink) (vanish)

The Three of Them: (turn and stare)

Angel Dust: “….Husker? Any room in ya bed for guy who doesn’t wanna be alone tonight?”

Husk: “Fuck no. Anyone tries getting in my room tonight is being served a motherfucking Molotov cocktail on the house.”

Angel Dust: “I can make it worth ya while. Tire us both out so’s maybe we can get some actual sleep.”

Husk: “You think I’m gonna fucking sleep?”

Niffty: “Sometimes I eat the spiders in my sleep…”

Husk: “Niffty, I need you fucking shut up talking in that creepy little girl voice.”

Niffty: “Okay! But whyyyy~?”

Husk: “THAT’S fucking WHY.”

Angel Dust: “-shh! SHH SHHHH! D’ya hear that!?”

Husk: “Wh- don’t fucking touch me-”

Angel Dust: (strangling him a little with holding) “Husk holy shit!”

Husk: (claws out) (super floofed) “What? WHAT??”

Niffty: “Ohhh…..”

Angel Dust: “It’s COMIN’!”

Niffty: “Nooo it’s naaaw-auuuught~”

Husk: “WELL WHICH THE FUCK IS IT-!?”

Niffty: “It’s Here~”

SOMETHING: (drops in from the open window)

Them: (SCREAM)

Vaggie: “Have you guys seen- Stop screaming it’s just me- have any of you seen Charlie around?”

Husk: “FUCK! FUCK!!!”

Angel Dust: “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, MISS I CUNT USE THE FREAKING DOORS!”

Husk: “FUUUCK ME FUCK YOU FUCK ALL OF THIS-”

Niffty: “Aww.” (slumps) “Hi Vaggie….”

Vaggie: “Yeah hey… What’s got into you all?”

Angel Dust: “Into US? YoU-”

Niffty: “We’ve been terrified. It’s been fun!”

Husk: “YOUR FUCKING SHIT HOTEL IS FUCKING HAUNTED! Shit!”

Angel Dust: “You and ya rich girlfriend have hell’s worst unpaying guest creepin’ around, and ya wonder what’s up with US?!?!”

Vaggie: “Oh. So you have seen her.”

Niffty: “Ohhh…! It’s a her!”

Angel Dust: “HER WHO WHO HER YOU KNOW THE WHORE OF HAUNTING?”

Vaggie: “Sure. And don’t fucking call her that.”

Husk: “I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna fucking know I don’t wanna I don’t wanna no no no fuck NO-”

Vaggie: (rolls eye)

Vaggie: “Sweetie? Can you stop with the friendship notes and come out now?”

Something: (from shadows) “I’m bi!”

Vaggie: (smiles) “Out in the open where they can see you, babe.”

Charlie: “Aww, Vaggieeee…” (slips out of shadows with notebook and pout) “You’re messing with the sterile observed conditions and data collection. They were bonding!”

Angel Dust: “TOOTS!?”

Husk: “Oh.. fuck… you.”

Vaggie: “They sure were clinging to each other at least.”

Husk: “Fuck you MORE I fucking wasn’t.”

Angel Dust: “TOOTS I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE!”

Vaggie: “Weren’t stopping him from climbing you like a tree though, were you?”

Charlie: “Sorry about that, Angel Dust. I just got so excited-”

Husk: “Get. Fucked.”

Vaggie: “My girlfriend takes care of that already thanks.”

Angel Dust: “EXCITED? To be stalkin’ a guy like he’s a freaking gazelle on a shitty nature doc that skips all the fucking an’ only shows the non-sexy rippin’ an tearin’ an eatin’ alive bits!?”

Charlie: “Well-”

Niffty: “Hi Charlie! Were you watching us like bugs in a bug trap? Right before they get SQUISHED?”

Charlie: “-um no. No I wasn’t-”

Niffty: “Awww why nooooooooot?”

Charlie: “I wasn’t... trying to?”

Husk: “Oh that’s not fucking terrifying to fucking hear.”

Angel Dust: “TRY HARDER NOT TO NEXT TIME! Ugh! I’m too shaky to even make a hardness pun- AND I think this gave me STRESS WRINKLES. I WORK WITH THIS FACE! Among other body parts- I cannot fucking AFFORD wrinkles, Charmeleon!”

Charlie: “Aw guys I’m sorry! I just saw you three chatting together and.” (waves notebook) “Y’know?”

Vaggie: “I know, babe.”

Angel Dust: “NO!?”

Husk: “Fuck. No.”

Niffty: “Nope! I would’ve gone STRAIGHT into hunt and kill mode!”

Husk: “Which is what it fucking FELT like you fucking did.”

Charlie: “Ooookay then, my bad. But! You all feel better now you know it was just me, right?”

Them: “….”

Charlie: “B- because you know I’d never actually hunt any of your through the halls of my hotel. Right?”

Them: “……”

Charlie: “…you, you guys know you’re safe here and I didn’t bring you here for some fucked up creepy personal murder torture reason… right…?”

Them: “……….”

Niffty: (raises hand) “I-”

Charlie: “NIFFTY THANK YOU!! See? She believes-”

Niffty: “I felt really GREAT thinking you were hunting me for sport! Can I go back to thinking that?”

Charlie: “-that, you, oh. No that’s-” (droops) “…sure … whatever makes you happy, Niffty.”

Niffty: “YAY FEAR!” (hugs Charlie’s knees) (skitters away)

Angel Dust: “Oh yippie. Getting’ high off my ass and blackin’ all this out from my memory will make ME happy.” (flounces off) “Sweet dreams, toots! I sure as hell won’t be havin’ ‘em!”

Charlie: “I’m sor-”

Husk: “Anyone fucking needs me, don’t.”

Charlie: “Husk, I really-”

Husk: (already gone)  

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “….. fuck.”

Vaggie: “It’ll be fine.” (pats Charlie gently) “Don’t freak out about it. They’re just, shook up.”

Charlie: (tired) “Except Niffty.”

Vaggie: “Niffty’s uhhh, she seems like the exception to most things yeah.”

Charlie: “She likes being scared of me.”

Vaggie: “Well. Thrilled? By you? I mean she gets her kicks out of it, so…”

Charlie: “I don’t like being scary.”

Vaggie: “You’re not.”

Charlie: “I scared them.”

Vaggie: “Startled and creeped out a little. It’s not the same thing.”

Charlie: “Isn’t it? I’m- I hate that I'm-”

Vaggie: “No.”

Charlie: “Vaggie.”

Vaggie: “You. Are. Not.”

Charlie: “But-”

Vaggie: (takes hand) “You’re a lot of things, Charlie Morningstar. Sometimes you’re a lot of those lot of things- which I love-”

Charlie: “Heh.”

Vaggie: “But being scary just by existing? Isn’t one of them. You can be you, all the way, the whole demon princess Charlie package- and not scare anyone. I promise."

Charlie: "Tell that to my ex..."

Vaggie: "I'll carve it into his stupid fucking skull- kidding! I'm kidding."

Charlie: "I'd believe that more if you hadn't already tried."

Vaggie: "Well believe me NOW when I'm trying to say- You can get scary when someone you love is hurt or threatened, sure. That's, not a bad thing. There's nothing about you that you need to hide to have people in your life. Living with you, every part of you, is great."

Charlie: "....."

Vaggie: "Charlie c'mon- I should know. If we’re talking observed data and stuff, I’ve already got three years of it. Right?”     

Charlie: “…right.” (weak smile) “I did it again though, didn’t I?”

Vaggie: “What, the intensely following around someone you’ve invited into your home trying to figure out how to make them feel more comfortable without bothering them or spooking them, working hard not to let them see how you spend hours just staring at them, taking in every little detail you can, but staring so hard they can feel it on the back of their neck anyway?”

Charlie: “And you’re sure that’s not scary. Like at all.”

Vaggie: “I always thought is was cute. Intense and a kinda worrying sign of how alone you’d been, sure, but cute.”

Charlie: “Hmph.”

Vaggie: (leans up to smooch her) “And our hazbins will too. Just give ‘em time.”

Charlie: “Our hazbins?” (grins) “Our? Oh now THAT’S cute.” (opens book and scribbles note) “Today… Vaggie.. bonded with…”

Vaggie: “I did not.”

Charlie: “…OUR- underline underline add some hearts- hazbins!”

Vaggie: “Charlie I didn’t. I barely even spoke with them.”

Charlie: “You’re comparing them to your past self and making connections between you when we first met and them now, aren’t you. You’re empathizing with them! That’s bonding! That’s ADORABLE!!”  

Vaggie: (sigh) “That’s my cue to drag you off to bed.”

Charlie: “You’re adorable~”

Vaggie: “Says the cute demon lady lovingly stalking her new friends.”

Charlie: “Do you think they’ll be friends with me? I mean I’m friends with them, but-”

Vaggie: “Charlie, they’ve met you. It’s inevitable.”

Charlie: “Heheh. Juuuust like this kiss~”

(smooch)

(smooch some more)

Vaggie: “Whoa there!” (chuckling) “Save it for the bed sweetie, or we’ll never get there.”

Charlie: (giggling) “Sorry. I’m not used to not having everything all to ourselves. And I suppose making out in the public areas wouldn’t be very polite, even in the middle of the night with no one around.”

Vaggie: “Probably. We’ve freaked them out enough for one day I think.”

Charlie: “There are definite downsides to having a hotel with actual other people living in it, huh….”

Vaggie: “Worth it?”

Charlie: “Mm. I hope so. I hope they’ll think so too.”

Vaggie: “They will, babe. They will.”

-Next Night-

-Alastor’s Radio Tower-

Alastor: (humming and happily prepping the next track for broadcast)

SOMETHING: (slowly rises up beyond the window behind him)

Alastor: (ears twitch) (adjust audio balance knob)  

SOMETHING: (presses against window)

Window: (Distinctive flesh-dragging-across-glass sound)

Alastor: (stops)

SOMETHING: (fades into shadows)

Alastor: (turns)

Window: (has smudge mark on it)

Alastor: “….hmm…” (walks over) (wipes window) (smudge stays bc it’s on the outside) “Interesting...”

Alastor: (goes back to disc jockeying)

SOMETHING: (reaches up and drags finger through smudge mark)

Alastor: (stops and turns)

Alastor: “Ohoho? My my my, now isn’t THIS just droll! Who COULD have left a message here for me. On my own radio tower! Smudging my glass! (smirks and walks over) “Hmm? Something dire and THREATENING no doubt? Not something they will REGRET I am SURE ha ha ha!”

Alastor: (bends down to read) “It appears to say…”

Window: (smudge has the word ‘FRIENDS’ written through it)

Alastor: (snaps back upright) (stares) (steps back) (stares harder)

Alastor: “…how… amusing.”

Alastor: (goes back to control panel)

Alastor: “….”

Alastor: (relaxes) (picks up microphone and holds it casually at the ready)

Alastor: (reaches for a record-)

SOMETHING: (slips past window behind him)

Alastor: (turning) (Shrieking) “KKKKSSSSSSSSFKKKSST” (yeets record out through window)

Window: (shatters)

Vaggie: “….”

Vaggie: “….hope that one wasn’t important, pendejo. It’s on the first floor now. In about a hundred pieces.”

Alastor: (lowering microphone) “Oh my dear I DO apologize!” (simpering) (Glowering) “Poor thing. Not hurt, are you? Not frightened at all I hope? Really I don’t know WHAT would have happened if I had happened to HIT you!”

Vaggie: “Me frightened? No.” (tosses cleaning rag over shoulder) “The scary little smudge is gone anyway, so I’m off. Bye.”

Alastor: “Oh delightful! You KNOW ABOUT-”

Vaggie: (gone)

Alastor: “……hmmmmmm….”

Charlie: “….”

Charlie: “She’s so hot when she’s all ‘doesn’t even blink when something almost would've decapitated her if she hadn’t casually leaned back’ isn’t she?”

Alastor: (shriek is broadcast all over Pentagram city, shattering the remaining windows in his radio tower)

[ghouldtime]

i usually don’t message anyone or anything but i just wanted to say i love your characterizations of konig, ghost, and soap very much. the love and appreciation you have for these characters really come through in your writing.

the cod fandom is full of talented writers but the majority of them write smut. it gets tiring scrolling through the tag and just seeing porn when i actually just wanna see… ppl who enjoy the characters outside of sex appeal, yk? so your blog, truly and genuinely, is a breath of fresh air.

that’s not even mentioning the ppl who write them as abusive or use them to fulfill certain fantasies. i mean i don’t kink shame ofc, but idk sometimes ppl write them in extremely degrading ways that do a disservice to their character and it bugs me a little. plus all the “innocent bimbo reader” rhetoric, idk it gets tiring.

anyway, sorry for the yap session, but i did mean everything i said genuinely !!

💚💚💚💚 Salutations anon! You really don't know how much I appreciate hearing this. Seriously, messages like this give me motivation to keep writing and to stay active on here. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU from the very depths of my heart. You've all been so so incredibly kind, sweet, and encouraging 😭 I don't know what I've done to deserve this but it's appreciated and you all are absolutely awesome. This has made my YEAR, thank you for taking time out of your day to send my silly self a message 💚💚💚💚💚

I'm so so happy my characterizations have hit the mark for some people and that I'm (hopefully) doing them some justice! I'm always worried about that because characterization matters heavily to me and I want to respect their characters and how much they mean to me and other people through it EVEN IF THE WRITERS OF THE LAST MODERN WARFARE DON'T KNOW WHAT A PROPER STORY LINE IS AND KILLED SOAP WHICH I'M NOT FORGETTING, IM NOT FORGIVING, AND IM CERTAIN NOT LIVE LAUGH LOVING WITH IT. I'm refusing to accept he's dead, no matter what they say

I love the boys all so much. They all have such interesting things about them and have a lot more dynamic to them than people think and I just want to represent them right, especially lesser appreciated characters (haven't actually really written for them yet but Keegan, Logan, Hesh, Sandman, Roach, Nikto, Krueger - legit I love them, anyone feel free to send asks or scenarios you'd like I WILL write them. Legit, y'all, you can send me asks about certain characters even if there isn't much on them. I WILL do my research and I WILL write to the best of my ability)

Oh there's many talented writers in the COD Fandom, there really are. I can't say I really know any personally seeing as I never really interact with other blogs but I've seen some reallly really nice fics with so much thought put in them. But equally, there's a lot of just... smut. Not even well written smut, I'm sorry, but a lot of it is just really, really poorly written. I'm all for do what you want, write whatever makes you happy. Freedom of speech! If it makes you happy, cool! But I'm also going to cringe cause a lot of it is... yeah, yikes

Not trying to be the smut police and say every detail must be accounted for and everyone should follow it in a certain way but plz basic anatomy 101, basic prep 101, no guy gal or enby pal will appreciate it if you just shove it in to anywhere dry and I've seen a loooot of that and other things that just hurt?????

I get it, people learn by reading/writing, but this is literally just a single search away. And common sense. There's also a lot of practices being unsafely represented (like fifty shades of gray level) and uh it's not on purpose, it's not meant to be dubious, but it just is written as that. PLEEEEASE please please do some research, the internet is right there

But I felt the same way. Like bless whatever y'all want to write, no shame and NO shade to writing smut. I'll probably eventually do it myself again in the future (undecided on that but it'd likely be a side blog if I do and would never be a main focus, I prefer story over smut action. Once again, no shade and no shame to those who don't, to each their own!). Never ever going to full on NSFW mode or only writing that, I'm always always always going to prioritize writing the characters first and trying to get more stories out there about them :D

But I got tired of opening it and all I see is just... smut, smut, more smut, extremely dubious content x 50. And maybe a sprinkle of normal things or fluff here and there. I just don't look in the tags honestly anymore, because so many people just don't properly tag it or give 0 warning at all, not even under a read more, just BAM, unavoidable unless you flat out don't look at the tags at all

There's more to the characters than just being attractive 😭and I love exploring those aspects of them and trying to figure out why they are the way they are

Also I'm ALWAYS going to have an issue with people who fetishize horrible things. When you're actively fantasizing and writing about someone abusing someone else, like flat out abuse, and being incredibly toxic and terrible to someone - just, please talk to a therapist. That's not social commentary, that's not a proper portrayal of real, HORRIBLE things that affect many people and have very real repercussions - that's perpetuating the negative narrative around a lot of struggles and setting it back by instead turning it into something that's treated as attractive. I really fully can elaborate on this and have a whole rant - but it's not cute and it's NEVER cool to fetishize actual, awful awful things that happen to people. Dead dove doesn't excuse you from judgement - especially when it's not even acknowledged. You're just saying you know what you write is probably morally reprehensible. Hey, I'm going to reprehend and won't respect you at all when you write awful things just cause and get off on it. Think people forget that. Dead dove is a descriptor and doesn't excuse you or make you instantly free from judgement or mean you're not doing something problematic/disgusting. It's just saying you know it is, that's about it.

I don't get why people do that when it's clear they have no idea what they're talking about. I've seen that a lot with the bully! Things. Like... wow, clearly some of you WEREN'T bullied and you're writing about it and it shows because if you were, hey, you know how fucking awful that shit is and how it leaves life long effects. Not saying this applies to all but there's a lot I see like that where it's just ".... wow, okay, so you don't have any idea what you're talking about, cool."

AND YEAH the mischaracterization really does do a great disservice where it's clear they're just after the characters for their physique. They just warp them so bad it's like "Are we talking about the same character?" . In AUs you get to explore that and can shape them to your wants, that's your choice! Highly recommend AU's, it allows so much freedom.

But when it's like.... regular? And it's just no where close and they're doing a 180 in how they actually are (like having Ghost flirt with strangers and be big scary daddy dom im sorry he's not at allllll) I don't get it and it's clear you really aren't writing about or for the character - at that point, plz, make your own characters. Just make your own OCs, it's great! And you can make them HOWEVER you want instead of just ignoring a character's characterization to make them fit what you want. And guess what? It's your character so you can TRULY do what you want and have them the way that you want instead of bending characters to fit a box that they weren't made for

I'm not saying you HAVE to write a character the same as me or in a specific way, but when it's a character with an established personality/backstory, the least you can do is follow that outside of AU's if you're writing for them. That's... the whole point of writing that character - I don't get why you'd write for them specifically if you're literally going to ignore everything about them

SPEAKING OF THE INNOCENT BIMBO THING, I'm also really not a fan. Once again, if that makes you happy to write or read, cool! I just am NOOOOT a fan. Why does the reader always have to be so small and so delicate and so pure/innocent? Why does the reader have to be just so UWU coded? Why are they always like "oh you're so little and small :( and just don't know any better" . It's either that or they're John fucking Wick with little in between. Pleeeease it hurts my soul

Its why I try to genuinely write a neutral geared reader with reactions that will likely fit a lot of people! I'm always taken out of a story's immersiveness when it mentions something like like your hair length or how uwu small you are in comparison. Give me just... average sensible reader. Give me reader who has realistic human reactions. Give me reader who isn't perfect, give me a reader who isn't magically special or different. Give me a reader who is just doing their best, who is THEMSELVES, with no intent otherwise. I love those fanfics so so much instead of trying to feel like I have to be something I'm not to get myself in the mindset to read some pieces NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR YAPPING. IM ALWAYS WANTING TO TALK IM ALWAYS AROUND 💚💚💚💚THANK YOU FOR THE MESSAGE IT MAKES MY HEART WARM AND MAKES ME SO SO HAPPY

[starry-eyed-wild-child]

🌻 clay roach heacanons 🌻

a/n: this is based a little on THIS post i made about clay being the rory character that would have the sweetest girl

. first, and foremost, I absolutely love this little wet cat - I live him, I breathe him, I want to gnaw and chew at him

. but we move

. the only way i could imagine you meeting clay was definitely like a childhood sweetheart type thing going on, y'know? - like you met when you were like seventeen, and you just kinda... got stuck with him?

. he's cocky - no doubt about it. this man is the most snarky, sarcastic asshole you'll ever meet

. HOWEVER, he's so sweet on you because he just doesn't wanna break you. but will never say this to your face

. I don't see clay as a very cuddly person, it's just not his thing, even before all the heroin

. however, this man is a sucker for the small things. hell yeah, forehead kisses. absolutely hold my hand. definitely, c'mere, baby, nuzzle your nose against mine

. he's not a big fan of nicknames that much, but his favourite will always be 'babydoll' and I stand by this. clay legit forgets your name because he never uses it

. it's probably not the most healthy relationship, let's be honest, but that's the sad reality of drugs, babe - clay will lie to you, keep secrets from you, and you probably wouldn't even know

. however, that doesn't mean he doesn't love you to pieces, he absolutely 100% does

. clay's very forgetful, he's strung out most of the time, so don't expect him to remember anything important lmao

. is a dog man, and this will be controversial but it's so true - get this man a little fucking golden retriever, I BEG

. he just loves the warmth of a dog - i imagine that clay's always cold, and so always needs to be holding something warm

. again, nsfw under the cut cause I'm sensible like that

. you thought kappa was dirty? let me tell you right now, this man is the filthiest man on the planet

. not even necessarily kinky, he just knows how to talk to you just right. clay is the king of dirty talk, and this is a hill I will die on

. no joke, clay could make you cum in about a minute just from talking. it's the accent bro 😭

. loves, loves, loves using his hands - everything else is great, don't get me wrong, but this man loves nothing more than having you sat with your back against his chest as he fingers the life outta you

. hair pulling kink - this goes both ways. he loves tangling his hand in your hair, and he's always gentle. you're his precious little baby, he doesn't wanna hurt you

. but on him?! oh lord, he's practically begging you to pull harder

. clay loves thighs. kissing them, biting them, laying his head on them, holding them, he loves it all

. clay is a rough and deep kinda guy, slow and sensual are not words in his vocabulary

. THIS MAN IS HELLA LOUD - and he doesn't give two fucks who hears him. he will moan, groan, grunt, growl, whimper and whine and he's not ashamed at all

. I personally can't really see clay as the submissive type, he'll let you ride him and it's his favourite thing in the world, but he still has all the power

. give this man a blowjob and he's getting on his knees with a ring

. I don't see him much to give you head, he'll do it every now and then when he's in the mood, but he much prefers using his fingers

. getting his girl to grind against his pillow 🤭

. but when he does give you head, kiss your ability to walk goodbye 😚

. a tiny bit of a daddy kink me thinks?! 🤭

. just ride him, man, he's a lazy fuck - he's not, he just loves watching you on top, PLUS it's less effort

. overall, is he morally good? no, absolutely not - he'd probably realistically be like a 4/10, but I love him so much I'm just gonna boost him up to an 8.5/10 cause who's gonna tell me I can't?

[darkhymns-fic]

Switching shifts (wip)

Husk rapped his knuckles on Alastor’s door, which finally made it give up on its intended purpose and fell flat on the ground with a giant thud.

“Welcome home!” Niffty popped right out from between the sofa cushions, lint and quarters clutched in both hands. “Oops, hehe. Sorry. I'm so used to the boss making an entrance.” She blinked, staring at him with interest. “Ooo, whatcha got there?”

“Chicken noodle soup,” Husk said through a mouthful. He brought the bowl to his mouth to take one last big slurp, sighing in satisfaction after. Then he tossed it to the side to have it land in the kitchen sink. “So is he up yet?”

“Nope! He’s still sleeping and muttering under his breath!” Niffty clutched more lint in her hands. “I’m gonna leave all of these underneath his pillow.”

Husk wasn’t even sure if this was a thing that Alastor would like, but he wasn’t about to protest. The room was still fairly neat, if the floors looked a little too polished from Niffty’s obsessive cleaning. But the bookshelves had also been repaired, even if the books were placed haphazardly, and the grotesque animal skulls were back serving as assortments of centerpieces over the mantle.

He saw that even Alastor’s chair had been repaired–or as well as it could be. It looked like Niffty had gotten every piece together and arranged it like a puzzle, threading it all together with stitches so that it resembled a monstrous version of an armchair, with stuffing still coming out of the leather, and the seat cushion embedded with sharp wood pieces like it was some sort of torture device.

“Oh yeah, I fixed it!” Niffty proclaimed once she saw where Husk looked. “Good as new! Just don’t ever sit on it, I had to use roach parts to glue some stuff together.”

“Geez, Niff, ya didn’t have to go all out,” he said. She must have worked on it all morning, even if it was functionally useless. “You just had to watch the guy.”

“I did! I watched him all morning!” She smiled very wide, the pupil in her eye shrinking to a miniscule dot. “I watched him sleep…I watched him dream…”

Husk waited, but Niffty just stared out into the distance, her gaze clouded with nostalgia. “Uh–”

“But that got very boring, so I did some extra cleaning! I vacuumed and dusted, got the laundry started, hand scrubbed the toilet and and only fell in it once, and am now going to go to the market to get my dear Sir’s favorite venison to put in the oven. That means I’m a keeper, right?” She breathed a little hard, then rushed over to Husk to grab at his arms and shake them. “Right?! Right?!”

“Y-yes, you are! Any guy would be lucky to have ya.” Husk never ventured just what exactly entailed Niffty’s past, but he’d known a few housewives in his living days who…got into their role a bit too much. “If you wanna go shopping now, I can take over babysitting duties. And nothing happened at all?”

“Nothing!” Niffty nodded vigorously. “He screamed a few times in his sleep, but that’s normal.”

“Ugh, I know…” He scratched his head, looking toward the half-open bedroom door. He ignored the trepidation in his chest, the soft discomfort that had gone hand in hand in his life so often. 

So before he could go back on his word, he twirled around Niffty in his arms, taking her hand delicately in his as she giggled from the motion. Some quick steps over the carpet and the various bug traps he now saw spread around, another little twirl to distract Niffty and…

The girl was now standing out in the hallway, blankly staring at Husk who grinned down at her. Realization took hold about a few seconds later.

“Aw, you danced me out of the room!” She folded her arms, pouting. “You’re too good at that.”

“When I’m good, I’m good. ‘Sides, you wanted to go shopping anyway. So hurry and get a move on.” He gave a short wave, stepping over the broken door. “We’ll fix this later, or whatever.”

“Oh yeah, I have a chore!” Niffty bounced on her tiptoes, then quickly made a mad dash down the hallway. “Chooooores!”

It was only when he couldn’t hear her excited yelling anymore that Husk let his grin fall. He gave another look around Alastor’s room, the writing table to the back wall, and the phonograph off in the corner, both somehow having escaped last night’s carnage. He didn’t see the open vintage he and Alastor had shared before, probably broken to hell, or drunk dry by whoever held his boss’ leash.

It was routine for Husk to head for the bedroom.

[princess-glassred]

Au where Eddie and Henry swap bodies (based off a movie i watched recently).

I love a good body swap.

For those who don't know the movie freaky, it's basically about a serial killer who body swaps with a teenage girl. I decided to take the body swap horror concept and use it on Eddie and Henry.

In this au, Henry is not given back his knife by Patrick, but steals a knife he finds just laying around the library, little did he know that Mike had picked up this knife because it has magical properties. It's a native american artifact that was once utalized to infiltrate warring tribes, and can swap the bodies of the murderer and victim. When he stabs Eddie with it they both get injured and pass out, only for Henry to wake up surrounded by the losers club and Eddie in Henry's car. Henry is now in Eddie's body and Eddie is in Henry's, and naturally this creates some feal fucking problems.

Eddie can't really go anywhere because he looks exactly like the escaped mental patient on the news, and Henry is fully preparing to utalize this to stealthily kill the losers club. Eddie can't even warn them because... well, to them he's Bowers, they'll literally attack him if he goes near them.

Eventually he does convince them one by one, with Richie being convinced after he tells "Henry" he can't be Eddie cause his mom isn't fat enough and Eddie tells him "FUCK YOU" and everything clicks.

After the inital shock, the losers club realize the severity of the situation and that they only have about six hours to track Henry down (who's basically on a killing spree), stab him, and switch them back before it becomes permanent. Still, despite the grave seriousness they get into some hijinks along the way.

Eddie and Richie seem to be in a competition of who can make the other more uncomfortable in this situation, with Richie calling him Henry any chance he can get and Eddie hugging him A LOT. And of course Richie Tozier wouldn't be Richie Tozier with out asking "soo... how big is it?" while Eddie's using the bathroom. They also get into a big wrestling match over a pair of scissors because Richie REFUSES to let Eddie cut off that mullet, despite Eddie's insistence it probably has cock roaches and unnamed diseases in it, it's much more funny if he keeps it.

Henry's having some of his own hijinks, Myra repeatedly calls him and when he finally picks it up out of curiosity and she yells at him there's a loooong pause of silence, followed by him hanging up and throwing Eddie's phone in the lake. He also gives Eddie a whole new makeover, complete with leather jacket and sunglasses.

Richie is literally losing his mind over here, because on one hand, Eddie telling him he's gonna slit his throat is very hot, but he's Henry, with on the other hand, Eddie's personality is still so attractive, but he LOOKS LIKE HENRY. The love of his life looks like the guy who called him the f slur and he's just supposed to be fine with it!?

Eddie's not really having a good time in this body, he can't run for shit, everything smells like juicy fruit and clorox bleach, he looks homeless, and he can't really do anything with out it looking ridiculous, but there are SOME things about it he's having fun with.

For instance, he hasn't had fast food in literal years since he married Myra, usually just buying it for her and eating a salad or something, but he can eat whatever he wants now and does so! Which Richie makes fun of him for too ("Jeez HENRY, you sure are hogging those oreos. Keep doing that and you won't even fit in your shitty sleeveless t-shirts anymore.").

Eddie also cites how it's kinda nice after spending his whole life being pushed around or coddled, people find him intimidating and ""scary"". He doesn't enjoy scaring people, but it's nice not having people wanna fuck with you cause you look passive and easy to trick.

I'll post more about this au later on, this drawing took 11 hours in ibis paint but i think it was worth it. :) i hope you sincerely like the drawing and the au. @hatchetblogging

[fixfoxnox]

Use this ask to ramble about anything, better if it's about Roach 🪳💖

(btw I think I found you in twitter by accident, I'm not sure, too anxious to follow anyway)

AHHHHH YESSS ROACH RAMBLE ASK MUAH MUAH (KISSES)

I haven't gotten to yell about my boy by himself in so long omggggg

Oh also before I forget, you probably did find my Twitter! I haven't really made any posts about it cause, tbh, I still have no idea what I want to post there, but I do indeed have a Twitter! It is here for anyone who wants to follow me. Right now I've just really been dropping random cod thoughts and reposting a lot of artists content, but who knows maybe I'll start doing some Twitter exclusive stuff or thread fics or something (has no idea how thread fics work). Anyways on to the boy:

I'm using this as an opportunity to just talk about whatever comes to mind and the first thing I wanna start with are like some alternate ideas I had for Roach's family before I landed on the Sanderson dynamic that I have now:

Roach from a military family

Imagine how fun it would be if Roach was raised in a military family, especially if they still had that overprotective aspect to them. Like baby boy who was raised around the military so he's been intimately familiar with it

Maybe he had some different talent and his family wanted him to go down a different path and not go military like them

He says fuck that and joins the military and fucks around and ends up joining taskforce 141

Extra funny points if his family don't realize that he's on a specialized taskforce cause he was so nervous about telling them and they find out in dramatic fashion

Maybe he drops in to save them on a mission or something like 🤭 the drama of it all I love it

Also side note but I was thinking so hard about the Sanderson boys (Johnathan and Eddie) and I can't draw so I have to snatch some Face Claims for them so this is what I think Roach's older brothers look like:

Johnathan is played by Lee Pace don't test me this man is tall and probably acts as his own security at his bar and also is a goofball and idk Lee Pace is perfect (this should not detract from me also thinking that Lee Pace is a perfect fc for König)

Eddie to me has to look something like Luke Norris idk I feel like he needs a softer and more like nervous/panicky energy than Johnathan and this man fits don't test me don't test me

Also for anyone who is wondering: No, I still don't have a face claim for my Roach. In my mind he changes so much I see so many different artists versions of Roach in my brain at all times so choosing an actor for him is so hard. I have...thoughts, but idk that anyone would enjoy the thoughts that I have so we'll pretend I don't have them.

More on Roach cause he's my lil guy, my lil dude, my lil buddy

Listen y'all know Southern Roach is my bias but also also also have been falling in love more and more with the idea of Russian Roach. He would be so funnn like he works with Nik beforehand maybe he was undercover with the ultranationalists. I also enjoy the idea of him cursing Shepherd and/or Makarov out in Russian I think it would be fun.

However Southern Roach rains supreme I was thinking so hard about a ghostroachsoap au recently based loosely on the song "Farmer's Daughter" by Rodney Atkins. (Y'all let me know if you want the full au its really just farm au cuteness)

Thinking so hard of Roach just being beloved in his small town as this Golden Child precious little dude then he goes off to the military and finally let's that feral side come out a little. Imagine how funny it would be for Ghost and Soap to go home with Roach and see their boyfriend pu on this innocent act and listen to people describe him as this perfect little guy when they know for a fact that Roach is like borderline feral two steps away from being considered a wild animal.

"He's such a good boy, would never hurt a fly."

Ghost and Soap who watched Roach tear a man's throat out with his teeth last week:

Also taking the opportunity to say that we as a community need to start acknowledging hoe canonically skilled Roach is with weapons! Like this is a boy who had both Price and Soap cursing because they couldn't get any kills because he was killing them to fast. This is a boy who beat Ghost (his luitenant) on a rifle test by a wide margin and on the test that ghost beat him he only fell behind four points.

Roach canonical has several extremely brutal takedown moves that he can do, including the pickaxes and the little fucking kick thing he does to the one guy before stabbing him. Also he's like straight up flipping his guns and doing tricks with them and shit in his weapons inspections, Soap talks about how good he is with C4 and shit.

Like I think people see the like spots where he got into trouble and nearly died in the campaign and take that to mean that he's like not as good as Ghost and Soap and needed their help a lot but like honest to God all of the trouble he gets in to is less because he fucked up and more because the world seems to have it out for him.

The roof breaking out from under him, the ice cracking on him, explosions happen to rock his ass just as soon as he hits an open field. Like someone was trying to kill this little fuck and two outta the three times they failed.

And like its not like Roach doesn't help himself during these situations. Like when he fell yeah he had Soap guiding him but he was the one having the run and slide and do all that shit like no amount of Soap's guiding could have made that easy for him.

Also this boy almost falls off a cliff but is able to get himself back on track enough that he not only finishes climbing the cliff but then does a whole ass stealth mission basically invading a Russian military base on his own???

Roach is a very talented and skilled bug and we should all be patting him on the head for how cool he is.

Also I think its absolutely funny cause In my mind he's smaller than Soap and Ghost both like height and build wise (not small, just smaller than those two behemoths) and so when the trio of them are together people like tend to underestimate him meanwhile Ghost and Soap are like "Uh, no, no you uh hey dude no" because they know that Roach will gladly fuck people up.

I also love the idea of Roach appearing out of nowhere like a fucking cryptid. There is no talking behind Roach's back or keeping secrets he is everywhere at once and will appear out of thin air. Ghost and Soap have to like fully leave base if they want to plan a surprise for him and even then both of them have no trust that Roach won't somehow pop into existence next to them waahahhahaha

Alright thats all for my rambling for now

[ashknife]

Hank & Gracie

Another holiday, another @inklings-challenge. I missed the deadline for the Christmas challenge, but I can revisit that next year. This is my entry for the 2024 Four Loves Fairy Tale Challenge. This is a retelling of Hansel & Gretel. As always, I do appreciate criticism and suggestions. Enjoy!

I’m Hank. I live with Ma and my li’l sister Gracie. We live in an apartment in the middle of the city. Sometimes there’s a dog or a cat, but it’s mostly just us. Pa used to live here, but Ma said he ran off after some hussy. I don’t know what a hussy is, but I don’t like ‘em. I don’t like Pa, either. I miss him.

The apartment is on the second floor of a tall brick building. I think I counted thirteen floors on the building. I’d look in the elevator, but Ma won’t let us go on it.

“That’s for folks who need it,” she said. “Don’t you let me catch you playing on it.”

I tried climbing the stairs to the top instead. They went on forever! But me and Gracie, we made it. The door said 14 at the top. The door below said 12. We looked all over for 13. Spent all day, but somehow it was missing. Gracie cried. She does that a lot. Ma found us while we was still looking. We got in big trouble.

“Henry James, you know better than to fool around and get lost while looking after your sister! What are you gonna do when you get lost for good? Huh? Now dinner’s cold!”

Ma sure yells a lot. She says I’m the man of the house. I have to be big and look after Gracie. I’m seven, and she’s only four. I say it ain’t fair, but Ma says it ain’t fair she have to work, but she does it anyway. It’s hard to get past Ma. She knows everything. I wanna be like her when I grow up.

Ma works hard. Sometimes she’s home, cleaning up the apartment and cooking supper, but most times she’s gone. During the day, it’s some office. At night, she’s waitin’ at some tables. That seems easy enough, but when I asked if I could wait at the tables, Ma just laughed.

“Thank you, child, but you ain’t old enough yet.”

“But you could stay home and be with Gracie, Ma.”

Ma just looked tired, shook her head, and drank her coffee. She drank a lot of coffee.

“Someday, maybe. Just not today.”

As much as Ma worked, she didn’t have a lot of money. Bills and rent, she said. She’d always talk about the bills and rent when we got holes in our clothes or made a mess or asked for a piece of candy. Bills and rent. They just keep going up and up. Sometimes it gets hard. Sometimes Ma can’t get nothing but the roaches in the cabinets. We’d go to churches more, then. Sometimes they have free food. Ma would cry every time she got a bag of somethin’. She’d cry more at home, when we was supposed to be asleep. You’d think she’d be happy. Ma does strange things sometimes.

The other day, Ma was at the office. She told us to behave and be good. It was payday, so maybe she would bring us home something nice. We didn’t have no food for a couple of days. I was hoping for some chips from that new shop that opened down the street. Some big white guy named Pete opened it and named it after himself. He was a little fat and covered in hair. He sure liked to laugh a lot, especially at Ma’s jokes. Ma said he was trying too hard. His store sure was nice, though. All sorts of candy and chips and soda, more than I’d ever seen in my life. Not even the grocery store has that many. Pete certainly didn’t have a bin of celery. Yuck.

Sometimes, when Ma wasn’t looking, Pete would slip me and Gracie a piece of candy.

“On the house,” he whispered with a wink. “Our little secret.”

We’d pocket that candy and hide it when we got home. When Ma was asleep or away, we’d eat it. It was real good. The candy smelled nice, too. We’d save the wrappers and smell them, especially when we was hungry. We’d dream of something nice to eat when Ma got paid. It’d help us hold on for just a little longer. We’d stash those wrappers under our mattresses. Ma would have a fit if she saw them. She might wonder if we stole them from Pete.

Since Ma was getting paid today, maybe she was gonna get that special something from Pete’s. But that was a whole day away, and we was hungry, and it was hot out, and we didn’t want to do nothing. But we was hungry. It was gonna be a long day. Then Gracie came up with a great idea.

“Hank, you go hide!” she said. She went to a corner and started counting. So, I went and hid behind the couch in the living room. It felt cooler back there.

“Ready or not, here I come!” she yelled.

I heard her go through the kitchen and her room and my room. I tried to hold my breath, which was hard to do because I was trying not to laugh. Then my belly growled really loud.

“Found you!” Gracie said. She crawled behind the couch and tagged me.

“No fair!” I said. “You heard my belly!”

“Still found you. Now you go, and I’ll hide.”

“Okay, okay.”

I crawled out from behind the couch and went to the corner.

“Ooooone…twoooooo…” I started. I have to count real slow for Gracie. She gets mad if I go too fast. It doesn’t help her much. She giggles and laughs while she’s looking for a place to hide. I know where she is, but if I go too fast, she’ll get mad. She gets mad if I take too long, too. I play at looking around in other rooms first before I find her, and then she laughs and calls me dum-dum for taking so long, but she isn’t mad. Gracie is as strange as Ma sometimes. Can’t please nobody.

This time, Gracie hid under the kitchen sink. I stomped down the hallway to Ma’s room.

“Where’s Gracie? Is she in Ma’s room?” I open the door to Ma’s room real slow so that it creaks real loud.

“No, not here,” I said, quickly closing Ma’s room. Ma doesn’t want us to go in. She has a way of knowing even if she ain’t there. I stomp to my room.

“Is Grac–”

She screamed and fell out onto the kitchen floor. I ran to see what was happening.

“What is it? What is it?” I said.

“It’s on me! Get it off! Get it off!”

I saw a roach crawl across her shirt. I didn’t think too much about it. I got up and swat the thing. It smacked against the wall and fell on its back. I got up to it and stomped on it, and again, and again, and again. I’m sure it was dead, but I gave it a couple more just to be sure. I swept it into the dustbin and closed the door under the sink.

Gracie cried and cried. I looked around her and pat her clothes in case there was another one that was hiding. I sat by her and held her.

“It’s gone, Gracie. I got it.”

“Did you kill it?”

“Yeah, I killed it.”

“It tried to eat me, Hank!”

“It’s gone, Gracie.”

Our bellies growled. It was gonna be a long day.

After a while, Gracie calmed down.

“I’m hungry, Hank.”

“Me, too.”

“Can we go to Pete’s?”

“We ain’t got money.”

“Aww…”

We sat for a minute.

“Do you want to go hide again? Somewhere without bugs?”

“Okay…”

“I’ll count to a hundred so you can make sure it’s real safe. If it ain’t, you yell, and I’ll take of it. Okay?”

“Promise?”

“Yeah.”

She got up, and then she got this grin on her face.

“Okay, you count to a hundred!”

So, I did. I went to my room and counted loudly to a hundred. It takes a long time to count to a hundred. I figured Gracie might have gotten bored, because she stopped giggling after a while. I heard doors open and close, but there was no screaming. Ain’t no bugs gonna get her this time.

“Niiiiinety-eeeeeight…niiiiinety-niiiiiine…oooooone huuuuuundred! Ready or not, here I come!” I called out. She opened and closed a lot of doors. She must have hid in a closet. She wasn’t giggling like she usually does. Maybe she fell asleep waiting, or got mad waiting for me. I don’t know, but I put on my act just in case. I stomped out into the hallway…

…and the front door was wide open.

I ran and looked out the open door into that hallway. Nothing but a bunch of doors to other apartments. I closed the door and went to the living room closet. She wasn’t there. Kitchen closet. Nope. Under the sink. Nope. My closet, her closet, Ma’s closet, under Ma’s bed, all nothing. I got real scared. Ma’s gonna really let me have it if I can’t find Gracie. My bottom can already feel the paddle.

I ran out into the hallway.

“Gracie! Gracie!” I called out. One of the neighbors told me to shut up. I ran down the stairs.

“Gracie!” I called out again. The old landlady was standing in her doorway, eating some kind of pudding.

“She went out a little bit ago, hon,” she said, pointing to the outside door. “Ain’t your momma home?”

“No, ma’am,” I said. “Ma’s in the office.”

“Mm-hm,” she said, going back into her apartment.

I ran outside.

“Gracie! Gracie!”

I looked left, and then right. The street was empty. There wasn’t anyone walking out. It was too hot. There was a parking lot next to our building, so I looked there first. Not a lot of cars. Everybody’s out to work or something, so there weren’t a lot of hiding spots. I looked, but she wasn’t in any of them.

“Hey!”

The landlady called me to the outside door.

“Your momma’s on her way. You better go find your sister,” she said.

“Where did she go?”

“Don’t know, hon, but you better be lookin’,” she said.

“Oh, no…” I said. So, I ran. I ran down to the corner, watched for cars, crossed the street, and kept running. I slowed down by another parking lot. Ma told me I better watch for cars or I’d get knocked into next week. I saw that happen to somebody. I waited to see them next week and the week after, but they never showed up. I don’t want to end up like that.

Then I saw it. A candy wrapper. It looked like one of the ones Pete would slip us. I smelled it, and it smelled kinda good still. It felt a little wet. I think somebody licked it. And then I saw another down the sidewalk. And another. And another. It was a trail of candy wrappers. Looked like there was some in the street, too. They was leading somewhere. And so I started running again, following the trail. I picked up each wrapper along the way. This went for a couple of blocks, and then it ended, right in front of Pete’s.

There are a lot of tall buildings around with lots of apartments, but Pete’s was a house with a garage. He turned the garage into his little store. Lots of people normally come by to buy something from him, but it’s too hot today. Ain’t nobody around. Pete was sitting at his counter with a fan blowing in hairy face.

“Oh, it’s Hank!”

“Hi, Mr. Pete,” I said, trying to catch my breath. I bent over and coughed. Pete pointed his fan at me. It felt good after running in that heat. His store was full today. There were shelves of chips and sweets and drinks and other stuff. My belly growled hard. Pete put a trash can in front of me, so I threw the candy wrappers away.

“Looking for a snack?” he asked, laughing.

“No, sir,” I said, still breathing hard. “No, sir. Gracie. Did Gracie come by here?”

“Oh, your sister? She’s fine! She’s inside having a snack!” He laughed some more. “Why don’t you pick yourself something out? Get a drink, too. I’ll put it on your mom’s tab.” He winked at me.

“Ma’s coming home. I need to get Gracie,” I said.

“Now, now, don’t you worry. Hey, take a look at this!” He got up from behind his counter. He grabbed my shoulder with one of his massive hands, and then he pulled me over to a box with little bags. The box looked new. The bags said “fried pie” on them. I could smell them.

“Just got these in today. They make the dough and pie filling at the factory, put ‘em in a fryer until they’re nice and crispy, and then coat them in a sugary glaze. They’re something else, and I got a nice, cold Coke to go with it. You’ll have that down in no time.”

I shook my head yes. That sounded amazing. I really wanted that.

“Now, don’t you worry about your momma. I’ll be watching over you two and explain everything to her when she comes by,” he said, laughing.

“Yes, sir. Thank you, Mr. Pete.”

“Don’t you worry about it, Hank. Here,” he said, handing me a fried pie. He led me to the fridge and handed me a cold Coke. He then pointed to the door to his house.

“Go on in,” he said. I was so hungry, I couldn’t wait. I went to the door and opened it carefully so I didn’t drop the Coke or the pie. I stepped in, and then there was this big pain in the back of my head.

-----

I woke up. I didn’t know how long I was asleep, but it was much later. Probably sunset. I was on Pete’s kitchen floor. I don’t remember falling down or going to sleep, only that I had a Coke and a fried pie. I looked for those, but they weren’t there. The back of my head hurt real bad. I felt around. It was kind of sticky. I don’t think it was that pie, though. It didn’t smell like it. I think it was my blood.

Past a door was the living room. It was hard to see in the setting sunlight, but I could make out Pete. He was crouched in front of a fireplace. There was a fire lit. He looked like he was sweating from all the heat.

“You keep behaving, and I won’t have to hit you again,” he said. “You’re gonna fetch a good price.”

He laughed, but this laugh made me shiver. He wasn’t looking at me. He was looking at someone else, someone who was next to him. There was a moan, like someone who wanted to cry. He was fiddling with something, and then he had a shirt in his hands. It was Gracie’s! He threw it into the fire!

“What did you do to my sister?” I yelled. He jumped to his feet like he was ready for a fight.

“I think you need another nap,” he said, getting a bat. It looked like a bat, but a little smaller.

I got up and ran into the living room. He brought that bat down on me, but he missed. I got something from a bin next to the fire, a little shovel. He swung his bat again. He hit my back. It hurt. It hurt a lot. It was hard to breathe. He swung again. I made myself move out of the way. I grabbed that little shovel with both my hands and swung it hard, not thinking too hard where it might land. It struck him right under his belt just as he tried to swing at me again. He cried out, and then he tripped and landed head first into his fire.

I never heard a person scream so loud in my life. His arms flailed, flinging burning wood into his living room. The room started to smoke up. Some of the paper lying around caught fire, and the curtains, and the couch. Lying in the middle of the floor was Gracie, without her shirt. It looked like someone punched her a bunch of times. Her eyes were black, blacker than our skin. There were bruises and rashes all over.

“Gracie! Come on!” I said.

“I can’t. It hurts,” she said. I picked her up the best I could and got out to the garage, and then through the shelves of Pete’s food. And then we made it outside.

“Henry James!” Ma yelled. “What–Gracie Joy! Who did this? What happened?”

“It was Pete, Ma! Pete tried–”

“You’re dead meat, kids!” Pete yelled. Black smoke came out of his house as he stumbled out. His hairy face was now red and burnt, and some of his body, too.

“What happened to you, Pete?” Ma said.

“These little shoplifters–”

“Shoplifting?” she said, looking at Pete like he was crazy.

“He burned Gracie’s shirt in the fireplace! He beat her up!”

“What?” she said, glaring at him with the full wrath of God.

There was a gunshot. A policeman stood in the street, and the pistol he shot up was now pointed at us.

“Nobody move,” he said. Another cop was in their car on the radio. There were sirens approaching.

-----

It was after dark when we got home. Ma held Gracie in her arms as she led us in, turned on the lights, and closed the door.

“Go fill the bath, Hank,” she said.

I looked down. I knew what was coming and I just couldn’t wait for it anymore.

“What’s the matter, son?” she said.

“Aren’t you going to paddle me?” I said.

“Why would I do that?” she said.

“‘Cause I lost Gracie, and then all this happened, and Mr. Pete…”

Ma laid Gracie down on the couch, and then she knelt down and held me. I cried.

“This all started because Gracie snuck out,” she said.

“But…I could have paid more attention,” I said.

“We could all do better. Be thankful that you both made it out okay,” she said. She didn’t say anything for a minute, and then she let me go, held my face, and wiped my tears with her thumb.

“Ain’t enough paddles in the world to replace what happened today. Mr. Pete was an evil man who did evil things. You don’t understand the half of what just happened, but you will, and there won’t be enough paddles in the world to replace that.”

“Ma, Gracie’s all beat up,” I said.

“And you rescued her. You took responsibility. You looked for her, found her, and even after Mr. Pete fooled you, you wisened up and fought him for your sister. You know where you screwed up, and you took responsibility. Son, you don’t need the paddle.”

“I’m sorry, Ma.”

“I’m sorry, too, son. If things were better, I could be at home, and none of this would happen. It ain’t fair, but it’s what we got. You might not feel it right now, but you did good. Now go fill the bath. We need to clean Gracie up.”

“I’m hungry,” I said.

“When we all get cleaned up, we will go to the diner,” she said.

“Really? Yeah!”

Maybe I was too happy about it, but Ma didn’t shush me like she usually did. She said I already grew up a little too much. My bath felt good, like a bath never did before. The burger and shake was real good. I slept hard that night.

I miss Pa. I wish he’d kick Mr. Pete.

But he ain’t here.

[distantpagesandpapercuts]

@archerwhiterp

Continued from here.

Archer kept his head bowed, quite apologetic about interrupting this doctor patient meeting. That confidentiality might not exist in this world anymore, but he liked to pretend that it did. His brow curled a little as they discussed him. He wasn't sure if this was some sort of insulting, praising, or worrisome conversation. It was so hard to tell in this place. He only kept up that polite smile. "Hello Sir. So sorry to barge in like this. You shouldn't worry though. Kira is the best. She really is! She did so much for me after I dieeeeeauh.... Uhm-" He murmured to Kira a little quieter, almost ashamed to be saying it outloud. "Well... I suppose it could wait but-" There was a sudden crash from the other room and his spine instantly straightened. He laughed nervously and began to rub his hands together. "Okay! So I was... baking you something and I don't know where it came from but there's a giant roach in the kitchen. And I don't mean just a big one I mean a-" Another crash and Archer flinched. "I mean a really really big one. Like the size of a cat! Or a dog. I... well I hit it with the pan but that only seemed to make it more angry. I'm sorry, I think I left the window open and it got in. How-... how do you kill these things?"

The ghoul, one Johnathan Briggs, if Archer was perceptive enough to glance his chart; watched Archer with a curiosity. It wasn't often you found such pristine looking people who weren't synths. Was this guy a synth?

His stumbling apology is met with a chuckle from the older man. His almost mention of dying has Kira glaring daggers into him. No one can know. They discussed this. Though Archer was worse off now than he'd ever been since that accident, he still was an oddity. A valuable oddity. Plenty of crazy scientists left in the world who'd love to get their hands on him.

Luckily, her patients weren't ones to pry. As they were afforded the same luxury from her.

The crash in the next room has her eyebrow raised now, watching him. Waiting for him to explain. Just what the hell was going on out there?! Any number of things. A disgruntled person- a raging raider- a bird got in-

A radroach.

Kira visibly shivers, her face going a bit pale. Just imagining their creepy hairy little legs and their little chirps was enough to make her stomach churn. Not to mention how... crunchy they were.

"Not gonna look too good on your sanitation inspection that you got roaches, eh Doc?" The man jests, there were no such things anymore.

"You threw a pan at it?! And it's still out there?" Kira gently moves Archer aside and peeks out the door to look into the main lobby. Where, sure enough, was a large roach. Walking it's disgusting little legs all over her floor. Knocking shit over- looking for god knows what.

Looking for her! Ewwwwwwww.

She closes the door, all three of them now cramped into the examination room.

"God I hate those things. They're so...." She grumbles and shivers, pulling the laser pistol from her hip and turning it on. The whirr of the laser charging filled the room.

"Alright. I'll be the first to admit, I don't want to go out there. Those things creep me out. Any of you wanna volunteer to shoot the damn thing? I don't want bullets flying or damage on the walls and shit." Plus... uhhh.... there were plenty of unstable chemicals brewing in this building. One stray laser could decimate part of the shanty building.

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#5

You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag others. No skipping!

thanks for tagging me @roundaboutnow !!

i'm gonna use my invisobang playlist that i can't share the title of yet. it's my fav right now.

1. same direction - hoobastank (honestly hoobastank fucks)

2. getting away with murder - papa roach (a classic)

3. be my escape - relient k (my beloved)

4. make it stop (september's end) - rise against (this song makes me cry)

5. until the day i die - story of the year (a perfect ghost light song, ive had it on all my songs)

6. for you, and your denial - yellowcard (oh this song fucks too. the violin man. the violin.)

7. last night on earth - green day

8. saying sorry - hawthorne heights

9. devil in the mirror - black veil brides (this song is so good for this fic...)

10. give it all - rise against

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31 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

#4

with every sin, i still wanna be holy

Dan wants to be better. But that means dealing with his past (future?) actions and starting to make amends and acknowledging how he's hurt these people in his life. It's hard than he'd like to admit. Part of the the world is having more fun than me (tonight) series.

Lancer,

I dunno why I’m writing this. It’s stupid. I’m not even gonna send it. You don’t even know who I am! Clockwork did his meddling with time bullshit so you don’t remember me.

No one remembers me

You were my favorite teacher, yknow. You were the only one who actually gave even a little fuck about me. All my other teachers wrote me off as just another dumb lazy kid. No one knew of course.

Oh I guess I should tell you. I’m… Danny Phantom. Sort of. It’s a big mess of things, but Fenton is Phantom. That little punk Weston kid was right. That's why I missed so many assignments and always fell asleep in class. I promise I wasn’t a bad kid, Mr Lancer.

I guess I just needed to tell you who I was. So you would be understanding or some shit. Maybe so I wouldn’t feel like I failed every adult in my life.

Whatever. It’s not like I’m sending this anyway.

Dan

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40 notes - Posted October 6, 2022

#3

hey look at that! another redraw!

i wanted to work on style and some other things, so i redrew my avatar (again). the first one is literally just the screenshot, and then the second one is Pissed Off Ghost King™ Danny. that one was more to fuck around with ectoblasts and some other stuff. also i designed a crown!

some more stuff below the cut!

here's a version without the blasts bc im vvv proud of how these hands turned out, considering the weird ass proportions of the cartoon. big thanks to @friendly-neighborhood-imbecille for those hand ref sheets 👉🏼👉🏼 u the realest

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44 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

#2

GUYS

GUYS LOOK

my friend @i-think-in-metaphors did this amazing commission for me!!! i redid the phantom planet statue for my au, and wrote a scene for one of my upcoming works where mateo gets to see it in person. i finally got tired of imagining it and wanted to see it.

and the product. is. GORGEOUS. it's so perfect. i'm in love. i'm gonna cry about this for the next 30 years. LOOK AT HIM.

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check out her commissions!!

the scene it's based on is below the cut!

Excerpt from quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead! (wip)

The black zirconium statue was larger than life. It towered above them on two separate, stepped obsidian pedestals, each about five-feet high. As Mateo moved closer, he could see something glittering in the bases. Danny mumbled something about ectoplasmic ice mixed into it, stronger than diamonds, but Mateo thought they looked like stars. He figured that was the intention. It was gorgeous.

He tilted his head back to take in the actual sculpture. That Danny was twice as large as the one standing next to Mateo. He felt his heart lurch a little at how serious Danny looked, the tight furrow over his brow, the determined set to his jaw. It all made him look so much older than even now, even though Mateo knew he was only sixteen when the statue was made.

The statue’s zirconium white accents were blinding in the late afternoon sunlight, and Mateo found himself shading his eyes as he looked up even higher. The hair on the statue was shorter than Mateo had seen Danny wear his, probably closer to the length it had been when he was in high school. It was swept back heroically, as if moved by an unseen wind, and the sun glinted off its sharp edges. It made the whole statue look as if it were glowing.

Crystalized ectoplasm made Phantom’s eerie green eyes, and they glowed too, though Mateo figured they probably glowed under their own power rather than a trick of the light. The statue’s eyes were trained on the thin, steel-wire Earth he cupped protectively close to his chest; it was a promise as well as a remembrance. The world remembered what Phantom did for them, and he promised them he would do it all over again if necessary.

65 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

this is the road to ruin (and we started at the end)

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!

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Sam did this amazing cover for me and I literally can't stop staring at it. I'm making it my phone background like immediately. Here's their post, go give it a reblog!

prologue: without you, there's no reason for my story and chapter one: fading in the afterglow are live right now!

i'll be posting every SATURDAY starting this saturday 9/3! we got seven more chapters to go, lads, so buckle up!

71 notes - Posted August 29, 2022

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[ashley-slashley]

Strange Days

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

Summary: you enter your apartment one day to find an artifact on the floor, and a strange man sitting at your table. strange days have found you, but jim morrison is no where to be found

Rating: M/Mature

Warnings: language, some violence, long paragraphs

A/N: unfinished overall story. i transferred this from my ao3. enjoy!

Chapter 1: Strange Days

Ages ago, I don’t remember when or how, maybe it just appeared in my home, I don’t know, but an oversized Russian nesting doll and ornate vase have just been sitting in the living room/kitchen/dining room of my apartment for a day or so. I have the memory of a potato, get used to it. I’m tempted to just sell the vase and make maybe like $5 off it, but something about it is intriguing. The doll, however, is just cursed looking and kinda funny - it has some furious looking rich guy on it. This guy is wearing a fedora and a large coat, a tie accented with a large spider, and just has his hands folded over another on top of a cane. If I had money, I’d wanna dress like this guy, he could be the antagonist opposing Humphrey Bogart in a nineteen forties noir. He looks like if I stared into his eyes too long, two bolts of lightning would be shot from his eyes and land directly into my own, and I’d probably be possessed by him. Even if this probably has a large sum of money the IRS would have me assassinated for, I have no intention of opening it, not just because it may possess me but also I think it’s just neat.

Just like those chain letters from the early days of the internet, something had to go wrong, and I wish it were me who accidentally knocked down that doll. When I entered my apartment, my cat meowed at me more than she usually does, an adorable way to be welcomed home but there was something odd about the environment. Maybe I’ve seen too many seventies horror movies centered around home invasion, maybe my apartment is having a carbon monoxide leak for some reason, who knows. My cat led me to the display of my assorted knickknacks to see not only the doll’s outermost shell gone, not only a bunch of roaches, but more importantly and bizarrely, a tall man at the table. The man looked almost exactly like who was on the shell, however he’s apparently not cursed looking in the flesh. “I see your little friend here has free-”, “WHAT THE HELL, MAN” I tried to keep my voice low enough so my neighbors won’t think I’ve finally lost it, “I woke up today to a clean house, and now I have a goddamned cockroach infestation, and the cat isn’t even eating any of them!” I look to see my cat just playing with the roaches. “Do you have any idea how pissed my landlord will be if he knows about this? Fuck, do you even know how much it costs to get these bastards exterminated?!” my arms flailed around like a conspiracy theorist’s, suddenly I was thrown against a wall, wrists restrained by a pair of knives that were also thrown against the wall, it doesn’t help that this man looks like a whore.

“When am I?” he calmly asked, I don’t want to say that he was devouring my soul just by staring into my eyes, but that’s what it feels like. “When are you what? I think you mean-”, “No, you idiot, when in time am I?” he leaned his head into mine and left an inch of space between our faces. “Oh” I looked towards the floor, and back at him, “you see, hold on, what’s your name?”, “Horvath”. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle, this guy is living his life looking like a  and his name is literally “Whorevath? You even kinda dress like a whore, why does this make sense?” I lost it, “this dude’s name is Whorevath, imagine being named Whore-DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?” he hit one of my legs with the jewel end of his cane. “What happened to it?” he asked bluntly. My brows, knitted, I looked down and looked at him again “what do you mean?” I asked. He hit me again “the ring”. “Look, buddy, I’m not going to tell you anything if you keep hitting me, I can get you hitting me out of irritation of me poking fun at your name since you look like you stepped off of the set of a nineteen thirties drama, no offense to the men in those movies who didn’t abuse women, but that’s besides the point.” In response he dropped the cane to the floor and focused on me. He once again asked me about a ring, “the only rings I have are in one of two jewelry boxes, and they’re in my room. And I highly doubt you mean any rings from the thirties, the forties, or the fifties, well considering how you dress, I have like one or two rings from the thirties, and they belonged to my grandma.” Horvath let me down, and made his way to my bedroom.

He made his way to my tall dresser, opened all the drawers of the small yet tall brown jewelry box decorated with a stained glass flower. Top drawer held a pair of Vulcan/Romulan (or elf) ear prosthetics, a Starfleet insignia key chain, a necklace an old friend of mine made for me, and two cat figurines. Second drawer held the only rings I remember having, a small piece of turquoise embedded in probably a silver ring, my grandma’s class ring from nineteen thirty eight, and a ring with miscellaneous gems embedded in it. “Are you sure these are the only rings you have?” Horvath pondered, “keep looking, I hardly look through my jewelry, do I look like I ever have any occasion to wear any of it?”. Next drawer: two watches, clip-on earrings from the thirties to the fifties (they used to be classy and stylish, I know, this concept should be brought back), and a pink rose brooch. Still no ring.

“What does it look like?” I asked, he said it has a dragon on the top. “Yeah, no, I don’t think I have any dragon rings, but you can keep looking if you want.” I shrugged. Bottom box, just assorted necklaces, oof. After moving the knickknacks on my beige jewelry box, also probably from the thirties (maybe fifties, who knows), to my dresser, he attempted to open it. “The key for it is in a blue ring box in that compartment with the door in the brown jewelry box.”, instead of doing what I recommended, he used his cane to somehow pick the lock. “You have quite the collection” he remarked, “thanks, I decided to inherit what I wanted when I was in high school, well over a decade after she passed. However, the Star Trek earrings and cat earrings were gifts to me. Then again, most of the Star Trek stuff I own were either bought by me or gifts. The rest of my grandma’s jewelry, however, belongs to my mom in a tall jewelry box, and uh, I don’t recall seeing anything dragon related in it, not even in my mom’s stuff did I see anything dragon related.” I explained. I gave up, just thinking all I had in there were earrings and necklaces, he glared at me. “So, I was right, I don’t have anything dragon related in my jewelry collection.” I cheerfully said, even though I was being pinned to the wall with my own knives.

He began looking around, and then at me, “I’ve read enough smut to know where this is going” I stared at the ceiling. “You know, I can hear your thoughts”, "for the record, never read my thoughts." I just blinked at him. “What do you need this ring for anyway? Don’t tell me it’s for world domination, I’ve seen that one before, and I don’t think you’d be cool with a ragtag team of characters beating the shit out of you. That would be kinda funny though,” I giggled, “imagine stepping out of the 1930s and immediately getting your ass kicked by some hippies, an old guy, and tall” I was cut off as my eye mask was forced into my mouth. First it was the knives, now it’s my sleeping mask, “you got the mask on the wrong place, asshole” I was muffled behind the fabric. I would think something, but I’m not jinxing this.

“Since my previous apprentice failed Morgana and I, you’ll have to do for a last minute apprentice.” he looked into my eyes. “So, uh, who’s this Morgana?” I asked, he gave me a crash course on the lore of them. Basically, Morgana was Merlin’s arch nemesis who in a way said ‘fuck this shit, and fuck you’ and has the opposite perspective on sorcery that Merlin had, as well as Merlin himself. Morgana wanted to do her own thing and be an individual sorceress, as well as destroy Earth, fair enough. I don’t blame her, especially seeing how civilization as a whole has gone to shit in the past century. You can guess that Merlin was into using sorcery for the life longevity and prosperity of the human race, obviously they’re doomed to be enemies. While Merlin and Morgana were dueling, Horvath stole a page from Merlin’s book - specifically the page about this all powerful spell known as “the rising”. Then the other student of Merlin, Veronica, ingested the soul of Morgana, and she herself was turned into a Russian nesting doll, just like Horvath was, and now the other apprentice, Balthazar, is also on a mission but to stop Horvath from enslaving and genociding humanity. “So, you’re telling me that my favorite horror franchise is real ? We got an ancient book that I doubt was bound in human flesh and inked in blood, ancient incantations, enslaving humanity, and an army of the dead. And tragically the guy that plush over there on my bed is based on, as well as that figurine on my windowsill, and that cross stitch piece on my beige jewelry box, Ash by the way, isn’t going to fall from the heavens, find you, kick your ass, and save humanity. Goddammit.” I said in a disappointed manner, all the while Horvath stared at me. “Will you help me?” he asked, having nothing better to do with my mundane life, I accepted.

[the-firebird69]

We have great news for you in fighting genius horbag Morelock and it goes like this the Mac Proper wanna bring foreigners in and keep them from bringing heavy here and create an infight and they're gonna have you start with the minority Moorlock while they're taking you apart and that's your job to kick it off of them and they do want them here without its best purpose for them to succeed here they suppose the toughest place and take over the rest of the areas over Earth and so forth no let's say it pretty clearly A lot of you are unprofessional in your approach to us to say the least they have you do that and it's upsetting and we are filing charges on people who threaten us in the old school way the new school way including lawsuits I am you see the game but you're losing yours morlock then associated to the Mac proper and you insist on trying to assault us. You've been very very mean to our son and daughter we're going to be extremely mean to you we know it makes you tick we know how to ruin your day we send it to you before and we're saying it again you're on our toes and soon you're going to be off our toes what you're saying to our son is ridiculous matter of fact we're gonna start soon you now suing you that's a group lawsuit and the names of those are hidden and it's used in this case where the employers are dangerous impose a threat to those issuing the lawsuits one group that's suing another clones and for discrimination they have Michael Roach on videotape it's stormwestern development yelling at Latina workers and using racial slurs abundantly and launching personal attacks on them of slanderous nature. Also issuing threats on them to leave the job because it was getting done you know son hired them Penn Phillips Kent was called and he said this he's postponing the job and I can see it and I'm starting to think we have someone who's stupid here so he's putting it together this guy's in the way of everything he's really young and has been doing things to our son in everyone's name and he has to be stopped no trump figured that out and that is at him with a vengeance non stop and about all sorts of stuff so began a big fight. We can hear them yapping saying they don't like it it's a big mystery why we don't like it they say then you start their insane **** Rent and we don't want it anymore we don't wanna hear this **** you gonna have to stop doing it we are not your mom or your dad you say the **** you're gonna get your **** kicked. There's a lot of stuff going on and there's a lot of things happening we have to use a lot of caution to make sure we have these insane people covered because they are criminally insane

And yes Queen Elizabeth the second and her son were conspiring to do all sorts of things and he says i'll have to work the other side and tie them up and she said good it will get you out and she snibbled a little and said he's working on it and he think it might be that in a similar stuff and she said wow that's good so she looks and says it's impenetrable but there's a lot of weird things and said I could be okay and he says it happens all the time too often as a matter of fact I think my brother actually planned it'cause he can't go up there it'll track people up there so she calmed down and said that could be right and she started playing it and she's a very sharp woman and dangerous and she had worked with her son on rebel stuff for a long time and she helped train him to be more proper and to sit right and to act right and to speak to people correctly and to give respect to get respect and more and these idiots are trying to trample on it and we need them away this is going to be great though it's working and he's holding it very well in his working. He's a temper he's in a three year old child's body he's a middle aged man in Earth and it's very young but he controls it and she helps and we're working on it but he has laid out some awesome things for us to do we have a lot of work we need all of our people on board we need tons of personnel now and all of us have to be aboard our arcs and it is mandatory as as you can't scan the whole planet without people being off it

more shortly

Thor Freya

Olympus

i love my husband and he wont give up on me ever..and checks and helps and our perverted trash. and he sees. a hard life here these leed too harsh. wants me to be ok and ok this sucks they sit smoking...soon up. nd have to. and why to try for you as theyd o i think mb for earth and either way they strike and coming up he says

Hera

It's been sitting there for a while and she knows and she's used to it but she's a little freaked out because their stone ships and he says the crappy stone ships but some of them aren't and it's a good training exercise and we know it works and they have that covered and she was better and she understands what we're saying so she checks and it's good. But they are just sitting there being a nuisance 30% around 20% are heated 50% are sitting there being a damn nuisance but you're telling her once again to not be afraid that it is a function and the function is destroying these and kicking off a huge huge plan of ours and it's working great. And she wants to know how and so you're gonna have to pay attention and help me out and it happened and she's very happy about it. And she should see after a time these ships will be gone instead it can happen any moment but they're going to get really outlandish and we'll have to be roped in and destroyed like the other fleets will be shortly but it's kind of starting to heat up now for real it's beginning right now the thing with Stan and Trump is coming to a head the thing with BJA and Trump is coming to a head the thing with the Mac proper and Trump is coming to a head and the thing with foreigners and Trump and minority morlock and miscellaneous with Trump at these locations cause he's sitting on most of them and that is a fact. Now these caverns had uranium in them and people are checking for that and they are checking other places and they're finding some in places they don't want to find them in

Thor Freya

Zues Hera but they need arms and now it will be for real and the tale of two cities yes. tons of it shortll

and we go on it now

Olympus ready too yes

[skylordgrey]

Asker from the other blog. Why do you like them?

I'll put this as a long post since well, it's gonna be long. You don't have to agree with how i word things. I struggle a lot at it, especially since im sick rn :') Contains spoilers for newer MW, or just MW in general

MW SECTION

Price - I thought he was pretty cool. Obviously he aint changed much between Classic and Modern, maybe a bit more humanity between the two, but I genuinely liked his character! He seems like the guy who tries not to care, but is the most caring of them all. A captain who wants to bring everyone back home if he can. (Made me sad when he was upset he couldn't bring Sandman and his crew back after rescuing the russian president)

Soap - He's a dork, and a smart one at that. I love how in the Classic he's like "im a hard man >:(" but god damn he cared, and in the Modern he's more care free, but still capable of his work. I love he's the go-to for explosives, and I hate how he was done dirty TWICE! He better be alive in the newer one, just saying. I also love his relationship with everyone. Just the guy you look up to.

Ghost- First of all, who doesn't love Ghost? He's adorable! Just wanna give him lots of comfort hugs. Like price, he doesn't seem like he cares, but is also the most caring of them all (The fact he could have left Roach behind but kept him going is just HFGHDGH). I hate how he and Roach died, but I'm glad Ghost got another shot in the newer game, and he's extra bad-ass (and tall, holy shit dude, cut those shins off).

Roach - The little bug is my favourite. I love how theres so many headcanons of how he looks (In my eyes, he's short, but to each their own. I love every version of him!) Though we don't know fuck all about him, I like that he was featured in that one live action movie with the fellas! I'm annoyed they never added him to Modern MW, but there's still time I suppose? I would have loved to see him in action. Not much to speak about with this guy besides the head-canons, and how he (we make him) act in the games, the guy who goes in first.

Nikolai - I liked him in both games, but I love how he was more active in MW1, and that he just went "nah Gaz is dead" in MW2 like, sir, have faith in him. He was pretty cool in the Classic games too, giving pointers, and helping Yuri and Price as much as he could in the endgame of the classic.

Yuri - Despite his rocky start, I actually liked him. He deserved so much better, but I'm glad he died doing what he thought was right, though I wish he had survived. He didn't have to help the team, but he did his best despite being looked down on by Price. I'm glad he had a friend in Nikolai, and I assume Soap as well.

Sandman - Dude was fucking cool. I love how he genuinely cared for his team. When Frost and the others in the truck fell into the hole that opened up in the parking lot, he didn't need to come down to check on them, but he did, and stuck with them. I'm so mad about the way he died. He deserved to see it through until the end, but he was more worried about getting Yuri, Price, and the President out than himself, and his team stayed by his side. That man is a damn hero.

Frost - I love the headcanons about this guy too (especially being mute). Not much to say about him since he's less fleshed out unlike Roach, but I just think he's neat

Farah - Fucking boss lady who deserves all the help in the world. I absolutely love her and she's just so bad-ass. I hyped when I played MW2 and saw her on the motorbike. Like damn girl, you go get Laswell. Brain can't think much for her, but I just like her a lot!

Alex - Absolute badass of a man, sad he didn't appear much after MW1, but he was just so cool, and the fact he was willing to sacrifice himself? (Glad he did survive). Just, absolute cool fella.

Laswell - Another boss lady who, god damn, I bet she could fight an entire room by herself if you annoy her enough. I love how she has an air of authority, but god damn, she loves that little 141 team and their silliness.

AW SECTION

Mitchell - An absolute dork, not too smart, but he's super loyal and I love that about him. The fact he kept fighting for what his friend believed in despite losing his arm, and then being betrayed by his boss. Like, damn? At least he got to work with the people he worked with before.

Gideon - Dude is a badass, and I adore him. When I first played the game, I loved his name, and his arrogance. But god damn, if he ain't leader material. A lot of headcanons out there were about him being a descendant of Price, and if it were true, I would not be surprised. He's like, the nicer version of Price. The fact he risked everything to betray Irons and join Mitchell and co, just because he did begin to have doubts but needed extra proof. He's rescued Mitchell on so many occassions, and I just love it dhgfdugh. Fun fact: There's only one mission he isn't in, and that's when you infiltrate the party at Irons' home.

Ilona - She's so cool! She's always got a plan until things go haywire, then she looks to Cormack or Gideon for advice, because she trusts them both wholeheartedly. I'm sad she wasn't part of the final mission, but I like she was the one guiding them.

Cormack - He deserved better, and so did Knox. They died horribly for what they believed in. Even his death upset Gideon, and that goes to show how much this man meant to everyone. He didn't like Gideon at first, but I'm happy he grew to respect him, and vice versa. I love how he sincerely cared for his crew and tried to keep them safe, and he wasn't afraid to tell Irons what he thought.

Joker - Dude only appears for a few missions, but his name absolutely fits him. He's hilarious, and I love that he listened to Gideon when being told to stand down. I do wonder what happened to him when Gideon left, though I love to think he joined too, and worked in the background to find loopholes in Irons' work.

IW SECTION

Reyes - Dudes cool, and I like he had an idea for everything. He might not have been the best captain of the Ret, but he was the best captain for the crew on board. He wanted to bring everyone home, and he was going to die trying, and I love that about him. The way he went out was sad tbh.

Ethan - Who doesn't love a sassy sentient robot who thinks of his captain as a brother? I love that he didn't mind being used a few times, because he's a robot, near indestructible. The fact he tried to keep Reyes safe while in space was really sweet, and that his joints locked so he wouldn't let Reyes go until they were both found. The way he died was bittersweet, and I'm glad it was Reyes that sent him off.

Salter - She doesn't get enough recognition, and I'm mad. She was the same rank as Reyes, and basically became second in command for Reyes. Like Ethan, she wanted to keep Reyes alive, and hell, she got on with Ethan too. I'm sad she didn't get much extra in the game.

Mac - She was stern and definitely brutal, but that's what makes her special. She tried to get Reyes to see her point of view, and the fact she was a Captain before? But I'm glad she learnt to see his way slightly in the way, even if she didn't like it. The fact she sacrificed herself to protect the people in the hallway while also destroying the drone dropper was badass, but sad. Also cried during her little speech you get at the credit scene.

Gator - Absolute dork. Dorkiest dork. and I fucking love him. He didn't get much either, but he was so brave in the final few missions. He died horribly, and I hate it. His end credit speech made me cry too. He seemed so proud.

Griff - Dude has a mix of Alex and Soap vibes. Love his name, love his attitude. We didn't get to see his death, but his end credit speech was depressing but sweet. Just a guy who wanted his dad to know he was happy to join up and hoped his dad was proud. He sounded so awkward, but who wouldn't? I love he always gave Reyes weapon recommendations.

A lot of these repeat themselves, but that's how I feel. All in all, all of them are badasses, and a lot of them deserved better. I work on Au's a lot, so you bet your ass all of these guys are still alive and well.

[ghost-face-1]

Brighter Than The Stars (ghost soap Konig)

CHAPTER 2: New lieutenant

Note: alt I’m kinda excited for this one cause soap is actually in it :)

Price and the new lieutenant walked into the meeting room. Everybody went silent at the sight.

SOAPS POV: (I’ll be using third person cause I hate first person)

Soap looked around at everyone. The first man he saw, Gaz- he’d heard little things about everyone before he had arrived. Gaz seemed to be enthusiastic to have a new lieutenant on the team , then Alejandro and Rodolpho, or ale and Rudy, they seemed close together. Both seemed to be Spanish gentlemen. Then- ‘ah- shit, those two are fuckin towers. ‘ he thought to himself. Ghost, he leaned against the wall- and he really caught soaps eye. He was tall - easily like 6’6 or 6’7. And- he wore a skull mask. The only part of him you could see were his coffee brown eyes. ‘Spooky’ he thought to himself. And- an even taller guy next to him. Seemed to be anxious. He was fidgeting with his fingers- he had a shooter hood with faded red stripes under his eyes. Dressed in all black. That must be Konig- he was also easily 6’10.

“go ahead, introduce yourself boy. “ Captain Price spoke calmly and patiently. “Oh- John Mactavish is my name, but Soap is my nickname. “ Soap said proudly. Price nodded. “I’m Captain Price, but you can just call me Price, soap. “ Price said sweetly but firmly. “And I’m Gaz. And I love shooting and -“ Gaz seemed to tell him his whole life story. “I’m Alejandro, but Ale for short. -“ “and I’m rodolpho, But Rudy for short! Great to have a new amigo. “ Rudy cut ale off with a smile. Then they all looked to ghost. “Ghost. “ ghost spoke firmly and in a deep voice. “Well ye I assumed. Ya gottoo’ tail me some thin’! Yoir favourite color or something?’”Soap asked with a chuckle, expecting at least Gaz to chuckle but no. No one laughed. It was dead quiet, all eyes on soap and ghost. Konig seemed to send a warning glance at ghost. “Learn it when you earn it. “ ghost said with a huff. Soap assumed that huff was meant to be a chuckle of some sort. Gaz seemed bewildered, and so did the rest of the crew. Soap looked over to Konig who seemed a lot more friendlier than ghost, for a mountain. “I am Konig, very glad to veet vu!” He exclaimed with a thick German or Australian accent. Now that soap thought about it, ghost seemed to have a British accent. Soap himself had a Scottish accent. Soap smiled at them both, Konig seemed to get a little less anxious. But ghost on the other hand- seemed tense. ‘Weird reaction. ‘ soap thought to himself. “Alright. Ahem. Anyways, ghost. You and soap will be partners, deal with it. I want no bickering. And that’s an order. “ Proce said. Everyone looked at him shocked. “What- Fuck no price. Unless you wanna loose him in other ways than quitting than no!” Ghost hollered back. “I said that’s an order. “ price responded impatiently. “You got an issue with that ghost?” Price added. “..Negative, sir. “ ghost stood straight. Seeming even taller than before. “Good. “ price responded. Seeming to even struggle to look up at him. Ghost seemed to intimidate the entire 141 team. Ghost walked out of the room. “Konig- can you please go calm him down? Soap, you go with him. Tell him that you two need to start training right away. Get to know each other. “ price commanded. Soap and Konig just nodded their heads and walked off, following ghost.

NO POV:

“what the fuck was that- he’s pissed- price why’d I even think about that-“ Gaz asked but price cut him off. “Ghost needs to learn how to accept people. You saw the way he interacted with soap, the closest bond ghost has had was roach. And after his death he refuses anyone. And- he’s the best Guilin our team- I’m hoping he can pass some traits down to soap. And he’s a great teacher, he taught Konig how to shoot a gun for gods sake. “ price said. No one could argue with price though, because in the end it usually works out.

NOTES: okay, so like I literally retyped this like 18 different times because every time it just didn’t seem right. But I think this is my fave chapter so far. I’m working on chapter 3, so yay <3

[dovabunny]

Part 3 - need or want?

Ghost pov. Under the cut.

To say Soap had become his saviour wouldn't be inaccurate. His life stopped revolving around missions and waiting to go the next mission. Now he was planning his weeks around his visits, even turning down jobs with an iron will.

The first time Price had to tell Laswell in front of him to give up, Ghost will not budge because he had an appointment with his masseur that day - she looked like she was gonna explode, torn between disbelief, joy, and fury.

It was important to him. Soap was important to him.

It was like the man saw him for who he was - and the irony isn't lost on him there. Soap read his body like a book, never pushing where he didn't want to go but leading him right through walls he thought were made of steel and fire.

He gives a little huff of amusement when he realizes Soap pretty much got onto a huge wrecking ball and smashed right through those walls. Which is morbidly apt, seeing as his speciality used to be demolitions - which too his sight, but gave him Soap.

As he listened to the Scott's beautiful voice, tongue rolling over consonants and wrapping around vowels, he found himself actually caring about someone else's life - *wanting* to know them better, to know how was their day, was that show as good as he hoped, what was dinner.

He also learned more about himself. He hasn't had an interest in taking care of his body or knowing himself in decades.

He learns he likes green tea and citrus scents, he likes company if there's no expectations, he loves warm pressure on his body, and

...he can get jealous.

"Ye know, Roach has been begging me to meet ya. Told him I'd swat him like a bug if he comes close when you're here, tho!"

Ghost has to suppress tensing, knowing Johnny will immediately notice. Who the fuck is 'Roach' and why does Soap talk about him to the guy

"And Roach is?"

"My friend and 'rehab counsellor'. Used to be military too, actually, but his vocal cords were damaged in a fire."

Ghost makes a noise of interest. Actually he doesn't want to know about this other man - just more about Soap. He's never talked about his rehab.

"Ah was in a pretty dark place - pun intended - when ah lost my sight. Didn't... Didn't really see the use in carrying on, ya ken? Spent my life to build skills and turn myself into this weapon - lost my purpose."

Ghost listens so carefully he almost stops breathing.

"They didn't wanna discharge me, said I was 'at risk'. Then I met Roach. He went through the same shit, decided to go into counselling. Good listener. Calls himself 'all ears' cause he can't talk. The damn gremlin." It's said with a fond chuckles.

Ghost bites his lip.

The way Soap talks about Roach... It sounds like Soap is pretty fond of him. Very much.

He supposes he should've known the absence of a ring or mention of a partner doesn't mean Soap would be single.

Even though not even in his fantasies could he imagine Johnny being interested

The wave of ugly jealousy is replaced a flush of shame - what fucking right does he have to be jealous of Soap's partner. Who the fuck does he think he is, the ugly, scarred, unwanted mess of a man with more skeletons and baggage than redeeming qualities.

"Hey," Soap's soft voice brings him out of his spiral. "What's going on in here? It's like you're trying to shrink into yourself." A soft tap on his mask covered head.

Ghost is quiet for a long time, but it's not uncomfortable. He makes Soap won't force him to do anything.

He's never felt so safe with a person...ever.

He lets Johnny's hands ground him, bring him back into his body and out of his mind. The firm pressure, the gentle scent and sounds, Johnny's soft breath and the perfect light scrape of his callouses over his shoulders.

He talks.

"Just... Happy for you. People would kill for that."

"What? To lose their eyes, meet a mute chaotic goblin and become a part time masseur cause that's all I'm good for now?" He says with a soft laugh that Ghost hates. It's empty and there's hurt under it.

"No, finding yourself outside the military. Living for yourself, not just as...canon fodder for another man's greedy war."

He's silent for a beat and swallows rough.

"To have someone who knows you. To come home to. Who loves you...like you deserve."

Soap's hands freeze and Ghost hears his breath hitch. Fuck, he shouldnt have said that, he has no right commenting on Soap's personal life!

"Sorr-"

"I'm single," Soap blurts in a rush, interrupting his apology. "Roach is my friend, a brother more like, I love him as a brother."

Soap's fingers spasm a little. "So, single. Just me. Been just me for...an embarrassingly long time." He says it with an odd tone of importance, like it needs to be clear.

Ghost doesn't know what to say. He settles for an idiot "..oh."

Soap coughs awkwardly, but his hands are confident as they pick up again, moving to his calves to work out the tension of standing for hours.

"And you? Ye don't talk much, so is fine of you don't wanna say but.... Got someone waiting for you? Who loves you like she should?"

Ghost feels little foreign tingles radiate from his chest. It's the first time Soap explicitly asked about him and - is he out of tough or is the man flirting? Fishing.

"No. Just me. No family either. Not girlfriend." He lowers his voice a bit. "Or boyfriend."

"Oh," Soap's response mirrors his own. " Good." Then he freezes again. "I- I don't mean good that you don't have anyone, cause you should! I mean, you deserve it. But, like, good as in - that... You're open to...lads too." Soap's voice goes softer till it's a whisper.

Ghost can't help the chuckles that shake his shoulders. In the months he's known the man and heard him recount his whole life and every thought, not once was his voice unsteady or his words as rushed and awkward.

He chances a glance at the man over his shoulders.

"Should see yourself. Quite the shade of red, Johnny."

The nickname seems to make it worse and Ghost smiles in true, honest delight.

Soap sticks out his bottom lip. No fair you can see mah face when I lose my smooth charm and you're wearing a mask."

Ghost watches him carefully. "Does the mask bother you?"

"No, whatever makes you comfortable is fine it's just... Why? It's not like I can see you." He grins a little devilish. "Are you ugly?"

Ghost rests his head on his arms watching Soap. "Quite the opposite." He teases.

Soap looks pensive, teeth on his lip. "Could I... Ah, no, never mind." He recovers, reaching for more oil for his now cooled hands.

Ghost reaches out for his wrist.

Soap's voice stuttered. It was the first time Ghost initiated touch.

GhostSoap AU Concept - blind love

Soap is an army vet who lost his sight in an explosion. He now works as a masseur, he's good with his hands and his options are limited.

Ghost is a scarred, disfigured man in pain with insecurities he hid behind thick walls and a mask.

Ghost's body is a mess of injuries old and new, he can't even remember what it's like to not be in pain but always pushes through it. That he's getting older doesn't help either.

Until his back locks up mid mission and he's left in pain that has him limping and wincing.

Price has had enough of him dodging the question and actually orders him to get it looked at. Ghost refuses. First, he will not take off his shirt in front of a stranger, and he most certainly will NOT let a stranger touch him.

Price sighs and says he knows just the place.

If it wasn't an order Ghost wouldn't be here, no way in hell. He's just gonna go in, tell the guy to say he was here and leave.

It's a small parlour, if it can even be called that. A small two story building with a tiny waiting room and a door leading to the back.

But it was at the edge of town away from the bustle of the city, the wilderness literally just across the river next to it.

It helped a bit, the place being so out of the way. Ghost appreciated privacy, after all.

There was no one in the waiting room, but the door jingled when he entered. Soon enough a voice yells 'with you in a sec!', accent thick and Scottish.

THAT was unexpected. He was expecting a woman, possibly old and creepy. It helped a little bit more.

Then the door to the back swung open and he lost his breath a little.

The man walks out with a beaming smile, hair in a fkn mohawk that somehow looked great on him, built like a damn rugby player.

But it was his eyes.

A striking deep blue, but clouded.

At Ghost's silence the man's smile is a bit more forced. "I can tell you're there, ya know."

Ghost snapped out of his daze and stuck out his hand in greeting, then felt like a fking idiot and yanked it back. "It's Ghost, I mean, Simon. Price called about me."

"Ah. The lieutenant! Price told me you might be a flight risk," he chuckled, but somehow it didn't feel condescending or cruel as laughter towards him usually was. It was friendly, warm.

He felt entirely off kilter.

"I'm John MacTavish, call me Soap." He stuck out his hand. Ghost took it and shook, feeling callouses on his soft hands.

"Kind of name is Soap?"

Soap smiled. "It was my call sign. Was called by it so long anything else feels odd."

"You're military?"

"Was. Just entered SAS when," he gestures at his eyes with a strained smile.

Ghost didn't know how to respond, which Soap must've picked up on too cause he quickly followed with a "So! Shall we get started?"

Without waiting for a response, Soap walked to the back, Ghost snapping out of it and following after a beat.

He stood in the doorway and looked around. It had soft lighting, soft music from somewhere that sounded almost Celtic, it smelled... Amazing. Gentle and warm, but no distinct scent he could place.

Soap was moving around with precision, washing his hands and putting things ready.

Ghost had fully intended to go through with his plan - pay the masseuse to tell Price he was here then leave. Maybe buy a heat patch form the pharmacy.

But here, now, in this room with Soap - a veteran who'll understand, who can't see how ugly disfigured he is...

He decides to give it a chance. For the first time since he became a dead man, he's going to get out of his shell and try to take care of himself, to stop waiting for his inevitable death and actually work towards getting better.

In the best hands he could wish for.

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ANY MORE JACKSON AND ROACH HEADCANONS??? I LOVE THEM ♥️♥️♥️

I absolutely have more about Jackson and Roach I always have more about them 💙💙💙

This is less of a headcanon and more of a bts because a recent comment reminded me of this

But I initially intended to kill Jackson off during the demon dogs chapter 😔

He saved his own life by being so lovable cause after writing him for like two seconds I was like "okay well you're sticking around forever now so"

And I'll never regret saving his life he's my little skrunkly

Jackson has tattoos, like a lot of them

Two full arm sleeves, a back tattoo, one across his left thigh. He got all of them after leaving the military

It was something that one of his brothers who was a tattoo artist brought up to him to help with self-expression/recovery

He initially planned on only getting one, however he caught the tattoo bug and just keeps getting them now (same Jackson)

Compare to Roach who has never had a tattoo in either of his lives

He's lowkey scared of the needle

Went with Simon when he got some in his first life

Also went with him to get some of his piercings

The workers were cool and he liked the environment but the idea of a needle poking his skin repeatedly makes him feel sick, so he knows it will probably never happen

Roach has a hoarde of embarrassing pictures of Jackson from their time together on Griggs squad

He definitely uses them as blackmail when he needs to

He's shown Gaz a few, but every now and then when Jackson is getting a little too rowdy he'll drop a "don't make me show those pictures to Gaz"

Jackson goes pale every time and immediately stops

The entire team desperately want to know what the pictures are, especially Gaz. Roach refuses to tell them

Meanwhile, Jackson has like 0 pictures of Roach from their time on Griggs squad

Not from a lack of trying, but any time he went to take a picture of Roach it always came out like some sort of photo of a cryptid

No seriously, he has a picture of Roach that looks like an exact copy of that one Bigfoot picture

Another one where everything is blurry but Roach's eyes are literally glowing

"Why the fuck are you so spooky Sanderson, holy shit?"

They used to hold hands a lot while on their first squad. Not out of romance or anything, they just liked the comfort.

Jackson is absolutely no help at convincing Roach's family that they aren't dating

Like they'll be having dinner together and Roach will get up to leave the room and Jackson will jokingly drop a "hate for him to leave, love to watch him go" comment

Jackson also just randomly drops flirty comments to Roach for funsies which does not help

"Damn Sanderson, were those pants fifty percent off? Cause I'd love them if they were 100% off 😏"

"Fuck, you need someone to hold those buns for you Sergeant? 😏"

He mostly stops when he starts dating Gaz. Mostly because he actually just starts with those comments toward Gaz instead.

Roach is, obviously, fighting for his life trying to convince his family that he and Jackson are just best friends

*que them cuddling on a couch while Roach is talking to Jonathan like "I don't know why you guys think we're dating" as Jackson snuggles closer to him*

"I wonder why short fry. I wonder why."

Jonathan is the most convinced their dating. He likes Jackson a lot so he's lowkey rooting for it

Once was like "hey Jackson wanna come help me pick out a gift for Roach?"

Then drove them to a jewelry store to look at wedding rings

"Roach would like that one. It would be perfect for a beach proposal"

"I'll let his future boyfriend know that"

">:("

Eddie lowkey does not approve of Jackson and his constant flirting so he's constantly like

"Roach, don't you think you need someone better. More mature than Jackson?"

"Yup, that's why I'm not dating him."

"Fine, don't listen to me then."

Roach's parents are just supportive either way

They do a weekly call together to just talk about things. The calls usually last around an hour or two, depending on how much they have to say

Roach starts seeing Jackson in person a lot more when Jackson and Gaz start dating. He's very very happy about it.

Sometimes members of the 141 forget that Jackson used to be military too, so he'll do something and they're just like 😦 cause they forgot

Jackson can and will lift anyone and everyone. His job literally is the gym and he lived training upper body strength

Sometimes he'll just randomly walk in and pick someone up

He did it to Ghost once and nearly got knocked out so he's never done it to him again

Absolutely terrified of Price because of the shovel talk situation and no one else understands his fear

Roach is literally so fucking fast

Like genuinely a little speed demon.even worse is that he's also really good at moving around quick turns, so a lot of time its extremely hard to catch/grab on to him

He uses it to his advantage a lot in training and it frustrates the hell out of Soap

Loves bats and loves the zoo

His favorite date to do with Soap and Ghost is to go to the zoo together. He typically chooses to zoo for the date days that are all about him (aka when his two boys are going on a mission without him)

He will literally drag them around to all of the different enclosures and doesn't let them leave until he's satisfied that he's seen everything

He always buys the little feeder cups for the birds and the fish

He buys a new animal plush every time that they go. He even have multiples of some of them because he insists on it

"Its a tradition! I don't care if I already have four bat plushes there's room for a fifth!"

He doesn't have to get on his tip toes to kiss Ghost and Soap, but he finds himself doing it most of the time just so they don't have to lean down too much to kiss him

He's a biter idc

He and Soap will bite people they don't like