#kyle answers

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Hi hello

I just want to say have been having quite a splendid time with the bonds we forge and I think it’s been really nice and warm so far and you should be very proud of your really cool work

Just curious tho did you give up on the “the noun we verb” format for naming the chapters

Anywho have a pleasant day full of evil intent

We were trying our best to keep that up, and we wanna TRY to keep doing that naming convention. But brain empty sometimes and neither of us can come up with a suitable name that follows the format

Don't expect it to fully go away, we have some chapters already planned with names down the line

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[franken-frat-boy]

vro I found MORE little friends.

@sylvester-frankenstein

More!?! Can I see?? Please!!!

[kyle-weston]

you look hot

...thanks...?

[dott-fox]

Hii Mr. Crane!!! Are you gay??

Well, I would say I'm quite the Bisexual, so have that.

(Hi charlie.)

[cosmoslostblog]

if you're taking art reqs can you maybe draw craig?? there needs to be more content of just him 🥺🤧

TYSM FOR THE REQUEST HERE YOU GO!!!!!

[crowwkui]

whyyy did you remove the cat costume Bruce from that post 😔💔...... our country will never recover.....

i'm so sorry about that!! i got shy ˶‾᷄o‾᷅˵ this is a wip i ended up not really turning into a finished piece/post (she will remain unfinished unfortunately), but here's bruce in a bikini (๑•̀ ᴗ•́)ᕗ 

[heymurada]

CoD Baseball AU: Ghost and Soap relationship speedrun edition, featuring respective hairstyle criticism and exasperated teammates

[yooo-lets-go]

Dear followers, today I offer you: this bullshit

Tomorrow: who knows

[thistlesprig]

i'm just tryna dance boy!

[nerdygirlramblings]

Hello! Ive been binging poly!141 and I keep coming back to your writing for my fix (because by now its basically an addiction😅)

I had this idea that the 141 are together with a civilian reader. And civilian reader works in retail, part time, and is mostly at home. Normally, they would be home by the time their boys came home, welcoming them with open arms, a hot plate of food, and time to rest and relax. But this time, the 141 get home early and realize where reader works: Walmart (or equivalent). Reader has been keeping this a secret cause they know its not cute like a coffee shop or cool. Its just their job. And now the most important men in their life know. Im thinking the 141 found out because they went grocery shopping and happened to come across reader or something similar to that.

I work at Walmart and it sucks🥲 thought that maybe something like this might help😅

Tysm, nonny! So happy to hear you like the writing. I hope this does your idea justice. (Walmart doesn't have stores in the UK, but they own ASDA.)

Also, thank you for my first request! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

pure fluff, bad accents (per usual)

Your boys find out you work part-time at ASDA on a random rainy Thursday in March.

You don't really need a job. All four of your lovers are officers with the British army. Prior to you, they all lived in base barracks. Prior to you, they lived fairly Spartan existences. Prior to you, most of their income sat in the bank, quietly accumulating.

They have plenty of money saved up that they love using to spoil you, when you let them. You know that if you asked, they'd give you everything, but you draw the line about asking them for an allowance like some tradwife. You want some pocket money of your own. Thus, the part-time job at the ASDA in town.

You're a people person, good at handling big personalities. You need to be to keep up with your boys. Between John's need for control, Simon's stoic dominance, Johnny's aggressive enthusiasm, and Kyle's blinding charisma, you aren't some shrinking violet. Within a week of your hire, your manager watches how you weather a nasty piece of work trying to demand concessions you aren't permitted to give and immediately puts you in customer service.

You're nearly unflappable in the face of frustrated pensioners and harried parents and entitled young professionals. Over and over, you're the one they call when a customer is going spare. Which is how your boys find out about your job.

They've been deployed for over two weeks, and you have no idea when they'll return. John had originally said they'd be gone for at least a month, so you aren't expecting them home any time soon. However, they'd come home much earlier than anyone thought, and they wanted to surprise you.

You're always so good about making the house feel like a home, with your bright smile and warm laughter, your home cooked food and soft touches in decor. You make them feel like people, not weapons, and they want to return the favor. This last deployment had been hard, and all four of your boys were missing your sweet voice and tender care. They wanted to show you that they loved and cared for you the way you always showed your love and care for them.

It was Johnny's suggestion to prep a meal for you as both a surprise and a thank you. After debrief, they pile into the car and decide to stop at ASDA for everything they need before heading home to surprise you. It's John who causes the code call.

You hear Susan's voice over the store-wide address system. "We could use a little Sunshine in the floral department." That's your cue. You finish with the pensioner at your till as Jacob, your manager, comes over to relieve you.

You take a deep breath and square your shoulders. In your experience, a Sunshine call in floral is a man angry the store doesn't have the fancy arrangements listed on the website. You wish the signage on the site would be more clear that the beautiful bouquets are online orders only. It would save you having to explain why the offers in store are so limited.

You hear him before you see him, smokey voice grumbling, "But if they show the bloody thing on the site as available, you should have it hear." You'd recognize the voice anywhere. He's not angry, not really, but Susan doesn't know that. Add in the sheer size of him, and Simon looming over his shoulder, it's no wonder she called for support.

You have never wanted to walk away from a situation as much as you want to right now, but before you can make an escape, Susan notices you over John's shoulder. Her little wave is enough for your men to notice, and they turn as one to see you coming towards them. Immediately their demeanor shifts. Simon's back sags as though his strings were cut, leaving him loose-limbed. John stands a little straighter, chin up as if to impress you. They've both broken out in smiles, though Simon's are only evidenced by the laugh lines you know to look for. It's only as you get close do they zero in on the badge on your shirt.

"I've got this, Susan," you say to your co-worker. "Jacob's on my till. Can you cover?"

Susan wrings her hands. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay and-"

"They're nothing I can't handle," you tell her, cutting off her worried rambles. There's a cheeky glint in your eye as you flick your gaze at your men. You clap your hands together and say, "Right, let's get this settled, then."

Susan takes one quick look between you and the now slightly less intimidating men and heads towards the front of the store.

Once she's out of earshot, John's face breaks into a frown. "What're you doing here, love?" He glances at your name on your chest again. "You work here?" He sounds almost hurt by the revelation. You can tell Simon wants to reach for you, and the only thing stopping him is you working.

You hear heavy footfalls behind you as Johnny's Scottish lilt reaches your ears. "Och, Cap! Ye said ye'd only be a moment. Gaz and I had a hell of a time getting the trolley on its lift ta find ye. How hard is it to buy bon..." His question dies on his lips as you turn around. "Bonnie?" He, too, sounds hurt to find you working here.

You can see Kyle over Johnny's shoulder, confusion written across his features. This is not how you wanted your boys to find out about your job, if you ever wanted them to actually find out. You thought maybe you'd surprise them with tickets to Hereford FC's opening game in a few months. And if they asked how you afforded them, you could handle this conversation then, but it's out of your hands now.

And as much as you don't want to have this conversation, especially not in the middle of the floral department, you can't stop the wide grin at seeing your boys again, home and whole.

"Hi, boys," you say, opening your arms. Disappointed he might be about finding you here, Johnny's no fool. He immediately steps into your embrace, and the others quickly follow suit. You're swallowed up by the smell and feel of them. The hug lasts one minute. Then two. Then they all slowly step back.

You can see the questions and cut them off before they get started. "I have another three hours before I'm off. We can talk at home, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

John nods first. He recognizes your tone. You won't let them derail you for answers now, and they would be wasting their breath to try. "You heard the lady, lads. Let's get home."

They start to walk away when you tease, "Captain? Was there a reason you were arguing with Susan about the flowers?"

He halts his steps and turns to you, flush creeping up his neck. He brings his hand up to rub it as he says, "Er, I, we, wanted to get ya something nice, but they don't have the same ones as online."

You melt a little, watching the way your men shift nervously behind their captain. You smile softly and reach over, plucking a bouquet of rainbow poms from the rack. "These are what I usually get for myself when you're away."

John takes them gently from your hand and passes them to Gaz to put in the trolley. "We'll see you at home, love," he murmurs, leaning over briefly to kiss your cheek. Simon kisses the top of your head, fabric brushing your hair. Johnny pulls you in for another bruising hug and kisses your other cheek. Gaz puts his hands on your waist, drinking in the sight of you, before taking your hands in his and kissing your palms.

You watch them leave, wondering how you'll make it through the rest of your shift.

Three hours and fifteen minutes later, you cross the threshold of your shared home to the most delicious scents wafting from the kitchen. After slipping your shoes off next to the piles of boots at the door, you follow your nose back to the kitchen and the spread laid out on the large wood-topped island. There's a roast and mushy peas and mashed potatoes and stewed carrots and battered cod and crisps and spinach all surrounding the flowers you'd suggested, nestled in the vase you love most, the Caithness one Johnny'd bought you on your first trip with them to Scotland.

At the table, your men sit, plates made for everyone, waiting on you. They've changed since you saw them. Gone are any traces of fatigues and tactical gear. Instead they're all in casual civvies, truly home for the first time in nearly three weeks. Simon stands as you come in and pulls out your chair, smile on his scarred lips. "Come sit, doll," he tells you, not quite an order.

You look quickly around. "Let me change," you say, tugging at your uniform top. "I won't be but a minute." You back out of the room before they can stop you. You hurry to your bedroom, pulling your top off as you go. Once behind the door, you slip from your trousers into comfortable leggings and a large jumper, one of Kyle's you think.

By the time you make it back to the kitchen, your men are more than a little antsy. Simon's smile is a little strained, Johnny is fidgeting, Kyle keeps glancing between you and John, and John is staring at you. Your chair is still out. He waves a hand at it, and gently says, "Come sit, love." It's couched as request, but you know a command from your lover when you hear it.

You take your seat at the table. "Listen-" you start, but John cuts you off.

"Are we not providing for ya, love?" You see the hurt in his eyes, how much it bothers him to think he, they, aren't doing enough for you.

"Oh, John, dear, no!" you reply, putting your hand over his on the table. "It's not that at all."

"Then what?" Simon asks.

You look at them all, the expectant faces waiting to hear how they failed you. "I get restless sometimes. I love you, and I love our life. I'm happy to take care of the house and make sure you're all fed after a long day. But I wasn't built for sitting around doing nothing. I like people; being home on my own all day can get lonely. Especially when you're deployed. I also like having my own pocket money."

John opens his mouth, and you know what he's about to say, so you continue. "I know you'd give me any money I need or want, but I like having my money. Money I earned myself." You look around at them, willing them to understand. "It's only part time. Helps me keep a little busy and have a little extra to spoil you and me with."

Johnny is frowning, but you see Kyle, head cocked, looking at you as a puzzle. "I think I understand," he says softly. "You were making you way just fine before us, and you gave up everything for us."

At his words, the crease between John's brow deepens, and you're sure he's remembering the job you had, that you'd somewhat enjoyed, when you'd first met them. You'd been working at RAF Lakenheath, living in a cozy flat in Cambridge, near The Backs, when the 141 had been coming through the base after an op. An injury had put Kyle in the med center for a week, and while he could have been transported to Hereford once stable, Laswell had worked it out for the whole team to have some R&R near the base.

You'd quite literally run into John one day, rushing to your office, after which he suggested lunch as an apology. You quickly became close with all four, smitten with them from the start. In turn, they fell hard for you. They wooed you over the course of several weeks, stopping through Lakenheath on deployments to spend some time with you. Six months in and you were completely gone on all four of them, so when they'd asked you to move to Hereford, you did without ever looking back. But it meant giving up the life you'd led.

Somewhere along the way, your happiness overshadowed all you'd left behind. After a few weeks, being home alone while your men worked started to feel isolating. You liked being a little busy, and there weren't enough projects around the house to keep you busy enough. You'd always been independent, but you didn't want to be stuck in a job with long hours anymore. You wanted to be home for your men. So you'd found the job at ASDA.

Kyle reaches over to where you hand is still on John's. "I'm sorry we didn't ask how you were coping us being gone all day," he says. He looks you in the eye as he continues. "I understand wanting to do something, wanting to be a little busy, and if this makes you happy, then I'm all for it, doll." He gives you a small smile and squeezes your and John's hand.

"Gaz is right," Simon rumbles. "We were so happy to have you here we didn't think about what you did all alone all day." He puts a heavy hand on your thigh, the warmth of him seeping through your thin leggings. "'m glad you have something to keep you from getting lonely."

"Sorry, hen," Johnny murmurs, just above a whisper. "We didnae think a' ye enough." You smile widely at him.

"Johnny, you think of me all the time. This isn't about neglect at all!" You try to catch his eye, but he's looking hard at the table in front of him. "You did nothing wrong, love," you tell him gently.

He looks at you, blue eyes bright. "Ye sure?" You've never seen him this nervous before, and you break a little.

"I'm sure love."

He smiles then, a little smile, but it brightens his face and shifts the mood in the room. You look at John who's been surprisingly quiet this whole time.

He's smiling, but it's a little sad. "I know ya said we didn't do anything wrong, but we feel like we did. We didn't notice you were bored, didn't ask if you were lonely." He flips his hand over under yours and threads your fingers with his. "Yer giving us a gift by not blaming us, and we'd be stupid not to take it, even though it feels like yer giving us an out. Thank you." He brings your hand to his lips and kisses it softly.

"Thank you. I was worried you'd be mad," you admit.

"Never could make us mad with something like this, hen," Johnny reassures you. "I'm sorry we had to spoil your day is all."

You turn back to look at the food on the island. "You didn't spoil my day. You made it. You're home early, and you made such a lovely spread. I think we should tuck in, yeah?"

Simon chuckles. "Point made, doll," he says, scooping a heaping helping of mash onto his fork. The rest take it as a sign to start eating too.

The room is silent save for the sounds of food savored until John pipes up, "Why'd ya come to florals, love? We might have missed ya altogether if not for that."

You giggle. "The sunshine call, John."

"Yeah?" He clearly doesn't understand.

"It's the shop call for a difficult customer. When I'm on shift, it's my job to handle those." You look at each of your lovers in turn. "Seems I've got a knack for dealing with muppets," you tell them with a smirk.

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I've seen your original comments on the finale of Murder Drones, but have your opinions changed since then? Asking since, personally, as more time passes I'm growing to dislike it more and more

🦘

So both our opinions on the finale on murder drones is about the same, we both just kinda have accepted it is what it is and resigned ourselves

The ending to us leaves so much left unexplored, mysteries either left unanswered or even more put down, plot points left open, characters feeling half baked or without a clear end to their arcs, many things that seem like would be obvious to cover never do (the doorman family reunion is the one that I always point out)

To me, Kyle, it seemed almost like either the show was afraid to touch on just the characters and have faith in the writing of them or did just did not care to give us any more of them, I've said it feels like a charecter driven mystery story with a dragon ball episode tacked on at the end and then a "Oh you actually wanted these characters? Lol bye"

I know both of us would be way less sour if this was just the end of season 1, as it is ep8 does a good job as an episode, and even as a season ender, but as a series finale? :(

Anyway sorry for the rant, if Kitsch wants to add he can lol

🦘

[franken-frat-boy]

I found you at the store!!

:OOO ITS MEE!! ME ME ME!

Did you buy me? :0

[bunnybeaches]

I need John Price to fuck me silly while Kate watches, perhaps Kyle and Johnny and Simon are there to cooing about how pretty I looked fucked out but Kate won't let them touch me

That's what I think about at 6:30 in the morning, and I'm waiting for you to wake up lmaoo

18+ MDNI

“Oh my just look at you sweetheart,” Kate strokes your sweaty face gently before cupping your jaw, “Is John’s cock really that good?”

Your legs are hooked over John’s shoulders as he bullies his cock into your slick cunt. You’ve already cum twice and you don’t know how many more you can.

Kate stands above you with a smile on her face. She was the one who invited the boys over, but she’s only given John permission to touch you. Kyle, Simon, and Johnny stand in the corner of the room murmuring praises and fisting their own dicks.

John continues to fuck himself deep into your already wrecked cunt. “C’mon love I know you can give me one more can’t you?” John coos into your ear loving.

Kate gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead, she’s still mostly dressed only opting to take off her shirt and leave her navy bra on.

“Don’t tell me that his cock is better than my strap? Is this what you wanted? A real cock inside that greedy pussy of yours?” Kate murmurs into your ear as you frantically shake your head.

“N-No yours is the best!” You whine out as you throw your head back. You cum one last time with a loud moan of John’s name before going limp againt the bed.

John looks at Kate with questioning eyes. Kate gives a small nod and then right after John is cumming inside of you. You didn’t even notice the other boys cumming, but when you turn to look at them you already know.

John pulls out with a grunt from him and a whine from you as you lazily open your eyes. Kate scoops you up in her arms as she bids the boys farewell.

“Angel say thank you to John for tonight.” Kate says, as she strokes your hair. You murmur out a small “Thank you John,” but you’re so exhausted that you’re practically asleep.

“Anytime love you were absolutely perfect.” John pecks your forehead before walking out of the bedroom with his boys.

“Cuddles or a shower?” Kate murmurs, god your wife was amazing at aftercare. You think you said cuddles because she’s tucking you into bed while she peels off her clothes.

“Cuddles for my perfect wife it is then.” You fall asleep all blissful fucked out while Kate murmurs how tomorrow she’ll show you how a real woman fucks her wife.

[batsybat91]

What if... and hear me out... reader doesn't want to get married but each member of 141 wants to respectfully convince reader to let them put a ring on it?

Bonus points if you also include poly!141 arguing over who gets to be legally married to reader since a lot of countries don't allow polygamous marriages

Hello, my darling Vex!! This ask has me rubbing my hands together like a dubious fly, not gonna lie. Hunching over my screen like a creature as I write this.

NSFW - MINORS DNI

"First of all," Johnny begins, flicking a finger out. "Who was it that picked our girl up? Hmm? Need I remind you that it was me? So, if we do manage to convince 'er that we should get married - legally - it should be tae me!"

"That's not how this works, Johnny," grumbles Price.

"If she's going to say yes, which I doubt, by the way, I think it would be to me," Kyle says.

Johnny shoots him a glare that could break glass. Kyle returns with an equally mean stare, crossing his arms over his chest. "I do not agree," Johnny scoffs.

"What do you have that I don't?" Kyle wrinkles his nose at Johnny.

"A good accent an' a good cock," Johnny replies confidently.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Price laughs. "Johnny, I'm not saying you don't have a nice cock. But you do not know that woman if you think she's going to marry you for your prick, you're dead wrong. Besides, if that was one of her deciding factors, she'd marry me."

"Sorry, Cap." Simon shakes his head. "Gonna have to refute you there. Since we brought dicks into this - ahem, Johnny - our little lady would marry me."

"Are we really bringing dick size into this?" Kyle rolls his eyes. "I don't think the size-"

"The size definitely matters," Johnny interrupts.

"Aren't we talking about who's going to marry her?" Kyle huffs.

"Yes, and the size of yer prick is a likely factor in deciding marriage!" Johnny exclaims, as if everyone else here is stupid.

"I don't think so," Simon says. "I think she'll choose who's the most logical man to marry in her mind. She might choose Price because of his maturity. Might choose Johnny because of his humor. Might choose Kyle because of his kind nature. It's up in the air."

"Well, why don't we try to convince her to actually get married first, then we can squabble over the legalities?" Price offers.

"That's the easy part," Johnny sighs like a man scorned. "The hard part is going to be convincing her which one o' us tae marry."

When you come home to your boys, they are all waiting for you in the living room. Usually, when you get off work, they're all off doing their own thing. It's rare to see them all lined up on the sofa and armchair.

"Hello, love," Simon greets.

"We'd like to talk to you," Price says.

"Jesus," you chuckle nervously. "Am I in trouble?"

"Nae, not at all!" Johnny exclaims. "We just wanted to talk to ye, as a family."

You narrow your eyes at him, but proceed to the living room. You sit on the coffee table so you can face all four of your boyfriends. God, that's such a bizarre statement, you think, scrubbing a hand over your face. Some girls don't even get one boyfriend. And here I am with bloody four!

"We want to marry you," Price says, calm and collected as ever.

Your brows shoot up. "I don't want to get married. And isn't that illegal? For people like- like us, anyway?"

"We were thinkin' that you'd get married to one of us," Simon explains, his voice like gravel covered in honey. "But still call the other three your husbands, if you will."

You scratch your chin, trying to wrap your mind around the logistics of that. "But then... you'd all be jealous of the one I married. And there would be fighting."

"We love you," Kyle says earnestly. "We love each other. I don't think there'll be problems."

"Whoever you choose to marry also recognizes that we're all equals in the relationship," Price adds. "Listen, love, it's been a year and a half. We want to put a ring on that finger."

You hum thoughtfully. "But I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings..."

"You wouldn't be," Simon assures you.

"We discussed it." Kyle nods sagely.

You think about it. If they don't like the results, it'll be their fault and not yours. Usually, your boys are pretty good at understanding that. And you'd get the honor of calling all four of them your husband. God, it seems like the beginning of a TLC reality show. You pinch the bridge of your nose, weighing your options.

"Well, I'll marry whoever buys me the ring first!" you declare. "I want it to be a nice one, too! It doesn't have to be three months of your damn salary, but I also don't want a shitty one from a thrift store."

And that? That is when the race begins. You just made this whole marriage much easier on their hearts - and if you know anything about those boys, the competition will be heated

[crowwkui]

I am very curious we’ve seen butch Bruce with short hair but what would she look like with longer hair 👀 Maybe wolf cut style? Or wears it up

usually i try to answer asks with some regard for how long they've been sitting in my inbox, but this one took hold of my soul and i was compelled to draw 🙇🏻 Thank you so much for the super fun ask!!! ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈

[reds-skull]

Could we possibly get Soap yelling at a recruit for trying to steal Ghosts mask, with Ghost in the background like that’s my mans.

Or something you want to do for shits and gigs because you can and it’s fun

Sorry this took a while, I kinda made a mini comic because, as you said, I can and it's fun lol

Thank you for the ask! This was quite fun to make haha