#not a writer

[imawholeassmood]

Read Between the Lines

read it on ao3

Lena reads the review, rubs her temples a few times, then reads it again. There is no way Super_Girl has rated this book five stars and then wrote multiple paragraphs waxing poetic about how fantastic it was. Lena already submitted her own one-star review which included her breakdown of the writing, the characters, and the plot, of which this book had none.

For months, Lena has been seeing Super_Girl reviews pop up on the same books Lena recently finished. She wondered at this point if Super_Girl might be doing this on purpose – reading the same books just so she could rate the book the opposite of whatever Lena did. At first, it was simple - “Loved it!” or “Couldn’t get into this one,” but as of late, the reviews had gotten longer and more descriptive.

Lena herself always used the same formula for reviewing books: overall star rating with a breakdown of her thoughts on the characters, the plot, and the writing. Books, like most things in life, are easy to rate when you understand the evaluation system. Books follow formulas and rules for a reason – it’s what makes them good. A romance novel, for instance, requires a “happily ever after.” Without it, it cannot be considered a romance, and it certainly wouldn’t be a good one.

So, as Lena reads the latest review by Super_Girl, Lena can’t help but leave a comment. Maybe this person simply needs an education on the book rating system.

“What criteria do you use when rating a book?”

It’s a good starting place for this conversation. Lena has amassed quite the following with people interested in her book reviews and the last thing she wants to do is stir up internet drama to damage her good reputation. She knows how easy it is for people to take something out of context.

The reply comes almost immediately.

“Vibes!”

Lena blinks a few times, then closes the browser and leaves her laptop for the night.

**

Super_Girl does it again with another five-star rating for a book that made Lena seriously consider contacting the literary award agencies to complain about their selection. The book sounded like it was AI generated and had zero plot. And the characters? Don’t even get her started.

“How can you consider this a masterpiece?” she writes under the review. “There is zero substance in this book. It’s just a bunch of flowery words that mean nothing and make no sense. If this is your idea of romance, then I’d hate to be your girlfriend.”

Her phone rings and Lena spends the next hour talking with her assistant, Jess, about the priorities for the week and when they can finalize some presentations. Later, as she lays in bed scrolling on her phone, Lena thinks to check her goodreads account. There, under her latest comment, is a reply from Super_Girl.

“Amidst the turmoil of the crumbling world around them, two people take the time to write love letters to each other. What’s more romantic than that?

I want to meet you in every place I have loved.

I want to be in contact with you.

Swoon.”

Speaking of taking things out of context.

While Lena can see Super_Girl’s point, that’s not enough to change her mind about the book. Especially not in the context of it being a sci-fi fantasy that relegated war to a backdrop in much the same way Hollywood did with Pearl Harbor. Don’t get her started. She types out a response before closing the webpage and going to sleep.

“Relationships develop over time. Even if I agreed with your assessment, this book still lacked any real narrative and there’s zero reason to believe these two people would fall in love. They don’t know anything about each other except that they can write a decent letter.”

**

Oh, no, Lena thinks. Her latest read has her questioning her entire belief system about books. She liked the book. Not because it had a great plot. Not because she was rooting for the characters. She liked the book because…it gave her good vibes. She genuinely had a good time reading it, despite it being a complete shitshow. This never happened to her before.

She opens her goodreads page to leave her review and finds that Super_Girl hasn’t read this one yet. She feels the slightest pang of disappointment but pushes through to her review. At the end of her standard format, she adds a new category: vibes.

It takes a few days, and Lena finds herself checking her account every few hours. She’s sitting at her desk and scrolling on her phone when she gets a notification that Super_Girl commented on her review.

“Vibes?!?! I’m SUPER proud of you! And we agree the characters were awful and the plot was weak, but it was well-written.”

She doesn’t even realize she’s smiling until Jess comments about it.

“Oh, nothing,” she says and waves her hand. “Just a literary rival.”

Jess looks at her. “You’re smiling because of…a rival?”

Is that what they were? The word didn’t really feel like a good fit, but Lena goes with it.

“Agreed with me on a point. Can we please stay focused?”

And they do. Lena and Jess go over the latest reports and prepare for an upcoming meeting with one of their international partners. Lena doesn’t think about Super_Girl again until she’s lying in bed and that damn smile creeps backs onto her face.

**

Her next review is not a good one. It makes Lena question the romance genre as a whole. Has the world become so used to being treated like garbage, people can’t even tell the difference between healthy and toxic love?

She’s barely hit submit when Super_Girl comments on her review.

“They were flirting the whole time!”

Lena is still sour enough she doesn’t bother to hold back on her response.

“Flirting where? Being in each other’s orbit is not flirting. Why can’t people just say, ‘I like you and I’d like to go on a date with you?’ instead of whatever BS was happening in this book. Honestly, I’m worried for your love life if you think this is a healthy way to approach communication.”

Super_Girl goes silent for a long while after that.

Lena worries something may have happened and questions whether she should reach out. They haven’t gone this long without a reciprocal review since they started this little dance of theirs almost a year ago. She finds herself rereading their reviews and wondering about who Super_Girl might be behind the screen name. There’s no profile photo, no personal information at all. Just a single word.

Golly.

Lena smiles at that. In fact, she smiles at everything Super_Girl has written. While they may not agree on books, Lena can’t deny that whoever is behind the reviews is a wordsmith who comes across as the sweetest human on the planet.

It surprises her when she receives a notification that she has been selected to read a new release ahead of publication in exchange for an honest review. Lena doesn’t usually agree because she doesn’t want to give people any reason to think her reviews are biased or influenced in any way. She’s about to deny the request, but the cover art depicts two women, one blonde, the other brunette, and Lena never turns down a sapphic story. She accepts the request without another thought.

**

When Lena finishes The Write Stuff, she starts it over and reads it again, cover to cover. The writing, the pacing, and the storytelling are superb. It’s as if the author has studied every article about how a romance novel should be written. The characters are so well written, she has clear images of who each of these women are. She understands their desires, their fears, and their motives. Not only does she care about these people as a couple, but she also cares about them individually in a way she hasn’t cared about a character in a long time. As for the plot itself? It’s perfectly cheesy and still somehow realistic enough to be believable that it could happen in real life.

Lena hasn’t felt this…satisfied by a book since well, since she can’t remember.

So, that’s exactly what she writes in her review.

“I especially loved this line:

I would rewrite history if it meant a chance for a happy future with you.”

When she’s done, she looks up the author and finds that she’s written one other book.

Lena doesn’t recall reading it, but when she clicks on the title, she finds her review posted with a few hundred likes and several dozen comments. One star and zero positive things to say about it. Lena can’t help but think how far the author has come from this first book to the most recent one. It’s an impressive improvement, and Lena Luthor isn’t easily impressed.

Supergirl leaves a comment on her review a few days later.

“It looks like the author has been paying attention to your feedback.”

**

The following week, Lena is staring at the meeting invitation with furrowed brows and a healthy dose of confusion. She presses the call button on the speaker on her desk.

“Yes, Miss Luthor?” Jess says.

“Jess, why do I have a meeting with Supergirl on my calendar?”

Jess is quiet for a moment. She’s quiet so long, in fact, that Lena’s door opens and a blond woman with thick-rimmed glasses wearing chinos and a tucked-in button down steps just inside. She has a nervous smile and fidgets with her glasses.

Lena recognizes her from the photo bio she still has pulled up on her web browser and stands to greet her.

“Miss Danvers,” she says, “please, come in. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

Kara Danvers, author of The Write Stuff, who Lena has been internet stalking for the past week shifts in the doorway. Lena comes around the front of her desk. They stare at each other in silence for a moment before Lena hears a faint “go” from Jess in the reception area. That makes Kara shake out of her stupor.

She brings her hand out from behind her back and holds her arm at full length with a bouquet of…plumerias. Lena can’t believe what she’s seeing. Her favorite flowers which represent love and new beginnings are being offered to her by this stunning woman who wrote one of her favorite books of the year. Lena looks from the flowers back to Kara’s face.

“I like you, Lena Reads” Kara says, “and I would like to go on a date with you.”

[therainnight]

Me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd. 

Warning: I'm no writer. English is my second language AND this is me blathering about Omgaverse JaviLloyd. 

Of course, there is no beta reader. this is me blathering

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hear me out- omega!Lloyd.

Yeah I know he must suit for being beta but I like the chaos of Suho and others that not is baron or baroness, don’t know if Lloyd is omega.

Originally, his death isn’t only because of drinking too much but also consumed heat suppressant pills for a long time and won’t let his body have heat after the first time it happened, and because of that most people think he is beta.

Unfortunately, Kim Suho aka our beloved young master takes his body without this knowing this. He did notice the pill bottle on the bedside table but don’t think too much about it. (In his defense, “it a pill bottle with no label. Who would dare to touch it?”)

The story continues like now it in the novel or webcomic. There was once or twice, Javier noticed a new scent coming from Lloyd. VERY SUS. At first, Javier thinks that Lloyd has a secret meeting with omega to steal the weird knowledge that recently Lloyd possessed but that theory has to drop out because Javier is with Lloyd 24/7 after he picks up Lloyd from passing out on the road on a faithful day.

Lloyd knows only a few things about this second-gender thing. “The knight of blood and iron” is focused on Javier’s knighthood journey more than the second gender. He knows what beta, omega, and alpha are but just that it.

After the mining & ant incident, it the moment that Lloyd learned about his real second gender. He learned from the mouth of his family doctor. At first, the doctor praised Lloyd for his choice of choosing to stop drinking after that he praised him for stopping taking heat suppressant pills and letting his body free for once, doing what it was designed for.

“Heat? What?” Lloyd asked but the doctor didn’t notice and keep talking.

“It’s good that now you consider your health, young master. But just completely stopping consuming heat suppressants immediately is kind of dangerous. I will write a new set of pills for u to stable your system, ok?”

“Oh and please don’t take it the wrong way but now you're out of pills, I think you should consider wearing a collar for your own protection.”

“I know. Sir Asrahan is trustworthy and noble alpha but as you always said to your soldier, safety first! Hahaha” the doctor laughed softly.

Before Lloyd could ask doctors more about this “heat” and pills. Baron and baroness break into the room and hug him while telling how they were glad that Lloyd is awake and safe. After a joyful family drop-down. Baron tells Lloyd that he knows about Lloyd's decision to stop taking heat suppressants. The baron presents Lloyd with a collar with the Frontera symbol on it. He said that ask for a mage to cast a spell cast on it to become invisible when the user wears it.

“I know how much you hate people knowing about it but please, think as to help ease your father and mother’s mind.”

Lloyd was confused but agreed to what the baron and baroness begged him for. Good for Lloyd, He wasn’t alone. Javier was also confused.

Nowadays, young master Lloyd has this- bewitching scent coming right off him. At first is very dilute, if it is not because of his sharp sense and of the time they spend together. He won’t notice it but now it becomes more clear and stronger. It smells like chocolate mostly but also another sweet scent that makes a sweet tooth like Javier crave for some.

On one relaxed night, The one that Lloyd can have a routine like normal people. He finished his bath, ready to put Javier into dreamland but Javier have some business before joining him in his bedroom. Lloyd rolls around on the queen-size bed. Lloyd can’t help but feel uneasy and annoyed with how his bed is.

Everyone would have some moments like this. When you feel like the bed is not right and they fix the bed until you feel comfortable again.

So Lloyd spend time waiting for Javier to fix his bed until he felt satisfied. He fluffs 4 pillows that he has. He keeps arranging it but is still unsatisfied.

‘Tomorrow was my day off!! I will have a good quality night's sleep today!!!’

Before he knows he collects the many pillows and blankets as much as he can. While Lloyd arranges his bed like a madman he notices Javier’s pink pillow on the chair near his bed. He picks the pink pillow up. Look around it. Before hugging it to test the quality of the pillow. Turn out it is perfect!

Lloyd replaced the pink pillow with his own pillow while thinking Javier won’t mind him borrowing this pillow just for one day.

-knock- -knock-

“Master Lloyd. It’s me”

“Ah! Come in.”

Javier didn’t prepare his heart for what he witnessed after he opened the door. The usually normal bed is now full of pillows and blankets. Anyone can see that each item has gone through a lot of calculations to determine where to put it.

‘I- it looks like a nes-‘ before Javier can end his thoughts suddenly Lloyd pops out.

“Ha ha! Lo and behold! This is my fortress!”

“....Young master, what are you doing?”

“...make my bed? ANYWAY! come join me! it's very comfy, you know~? Want to sleep with this big brother tonight~?”

“..with all the respect, sir. I have to refuse- wait. Is that my pillow?” 

"oh-AH. Yes. I will borrow it today! "

"You have a ton of pillow, Sir. Why you must borrow mine? please give it to me"

"What-? Did I just hear SIR KNIGHT ASRAHAN say he can't sleep without his pink pillow? don't worry. I won't tell a soul."

"--!"

Javier moves closer to the bed with a fortress(?) make of pillows. To be honest, the nest- no- the bed looks very comfy and neat but he can't let himself go along with what this trash human planned.

Thank you for reading! :3

[ssleeping-in-a-coffin]

Dracula — Count, Prince, or Lord?

Although Dracula is referred to as "Count," this is far from the highest aristocratic title. In European hierarchy, the title of Count is a mid-level rank. Above it are the titles of Marquess and Duke, and even higher are the Prince and, of course, the King.

Interestingly, the title of Prince (or "Knyaz") in Eastern European contexts is closer to the rank of a Duke. In Western Europe, Princes could rule over small independent principalities, placing them above Counts and Marquesses. Thus, Prince Dracula might rank higher than a typical Count, especially considering his symbolic role as a ruler of darkness.

But why does Dracula have so many titles? The answer lies in the myths and legends: his titles reflect his power rather than just aristocratic rank.

"Count Dracula" is his aristocratic title, corresponding to the historical figure on whom the character is partially based (Vlad the Impaler, ruler of Wallachia). The title "Count" signifies his noble heritage, but it’s not the highest rank in reality.

"Prince of the Night" is a more symbolic title. Here, "Prince" represents a ruler of darkness and the vampire world. This makes it an intermediate status between a real aristocratic title and his mystical role, emphasizing his authority over nocturnal beings and forces.

"Lord of Darkness" is an even higher, almost divine status, surpassing ordinary aristocratic hierarchy. This title connects Dracula with the forces of evil and mystical entities, positioning him as a figure on the boundary between the mortal realm and the supernatural.

In essence, these titles showcase not only his real-world status but also the increasing level of his mystical power and influence.

If you want to draw a similar, "shaking" gif, this is the place to go!

[poorgirlinpoorworld]

More ideas for me & you

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Hi everyone,

I will use this post as my notes for ideas and unfinished imagines - im not a writer, i have adhd, dyslexia and english is not my first language so i just need place to dump my brain like trash XD so pls dont laugh

Stuff here will be about tmr and mostly gally probably, but feel free to use anything and change anything you like! I would love read your work so pls tag me!

Send help, send love and send nud- bye 🧡

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Gally:

1. Drunk sleepover - Late bonfire night, most gladers were already asleep, but y/n was still partying. Because of her pretty drunk state Alby send her to her hammock (in this version y/n would not have her own hut, instead she would sleep in common area among other gladers) to go to sleep. Well, she tried to go but after this many Gallys drinks she was a gigling mess… after standing beside her hammock and starring at it, she decided it was to cold to sleep outside. She swayed and stumbled her way to homestead now looking at doors to keepers rooms.

„Eeny, meeny, miny, moe…” pointing at doors she started drunkly singing, quietly not to wake up anyone but still giggling every word. After rhyme was done she said with smile „Gally it is”. She opened his door and came inside. Closing behind herself she started to undress not even checking if the owner of the room is still asleep or not. After stealing one of his tshirt, she put it on as pijamas and headed to bed. With every power she had she tried to snuggle to the boy without waking him but in reality, well.. she was drunk, she giggled so much she failed.

„Can you tell me why the shuck are you in my bed?” said Gally after, more confused than angry. After few seconds he realised how close she was, her chest to his, her legs wrapt with his, her face so close, their lips almost touching… (and here ends my ability to write, i would love to read story like this with proper grammar and maybe some smut at the end 😉)

2. Pregnancy - Oh what if y/n was in glade for two years, one year in she started dating Gally (characters are aged up to 17-19). When they escaped the maze and witnesed death of her love she didnt know she was pregnant… and then would be Gally POV when he sees her in city - with child in her arms… maybe we could put also some story about Thomas being protectiv of two of them, not in love, more like family, but in Gally POV it looks like love, hes not angry just heartbroken that he lost everything.. well it was just a quick thought 🙈

Thomas:

1. Omegaverse - imagine thomas being send to Glade full of alfas and finding out really quick that he is different… that he is omega.

[sodacrisps]

Hi

I did half a thing and this lovely piece by dear @tiramegtoons pushed me to finish it up a bit more

No, right?

(also hi I’m back kinda/kinda not, I’m working on it)

[bblueology]

Movie: The Holdovers 

The movie is able to capture the feelings of being alone and also having people with you at the same time. It is able to leave you with a sad taste in your mouth but also reminds you of the appreciation that should be had for living. The aesthetic is so specific and holds a nostalgia for a feeling that you have never had before. The movie examines the different kinds of loss in life, Mary being the loss of her child, Angus being the loss of connection with family, and Paul his loss for academic success. Each character is done so well, their character growth is realistic and does not end in a big shift. It would be unrealistic to have their problems naturally get better, and their problems honestly got worse. The rise and fall of the plot was natural, the cinematography of the movie is beautiful, as was the dialogue. 

The feelings that Angus had are very relatable. Being the last student to be picked up or not fully fitting into a single group perfectly  so you get stuck with the teachers, who are also just wanna go home,  is more relatable than all the teen movies that are made (sure most is satire but it is still important to have films that students can actually relate to). I am getting sick of teen movies like Mean Girls that are just a waste of something that might be interesting that deal with students. More movies, especially about students, should be pretty and pieces of art. While school is not the best time it is not something that should be romanticized in a romcom, school is about getting an education to be successful and proud of the work that you produce, whether you go to college or not. And some of the class are dumb and irritating but that does not mean that all teachers are evil people and they should be pranked and punished by the students. It is fun to poke fun at the school system and how certain classes are but it is not something that should be mocked as much as it is. And with the newer generation being the way they are with teachers it is more important than ever for students to not be filled with the perception that everything about school is bad. 

Students are people, teachers are people, the janitors that clean the school are people, the cafeteria worker is a person, and the admin (though they make bad decisions that are not always agreeable) are people. Respect others and the school….

This got a little more about a genre and not about the movie as much.... NOT PROOF READ

[callmeabee]

I think I accidentally tapped into some potential Jalala x Rinor angst for y'all's fanfics in my new cult of the Lamb save file (since I'm hyper-fixating on it still)

I was going through the Silk Cradle (third run through before the final run for the boss) when Shamura came up for the second follower fight event, and it just so happened to have one of the two followers chosen to fight me be Rinor. What makes this worse is that, in this specific save, my Jalala has the Terrified of death trait.

[xiaoklong]

Okay. Im not a writer i just read. But hear me out. Enid as harley quinn and wedneaday as batman/joker.

Unhinged Enid and justice wednesday or unhunged wednesday. Is it just me?!

[k3doodles]

tell us more about smoothie girl plsplspls i love her

AAAAA tysm for asking!!

smoothie girl's name is Nana! she's 23 and as I mentioned makes smoothies. Nana is in college for a mathematics degree and is working at a smoothie shop full time to help pay for it. she's pretty close with the shop owner's daughter May, sisters almost

her favorite food is eggrolls! Usually a pretty healthy diet due to what the shop has to eat. favorite color is a nice dark orange, like the kind you see all over during fall. weirdly a morning person and doesn't drink coffee on top of it.

personality wise she's definitely a "mind my own business" person. a woman of few words for sure. she's not the type to hide her annoyance and doesn't care much if she hurts feelings. the same is also true if she has something nice to say. honest to her core kinda girl

Nana does not have a bf or any close friends in college. the most she hangs out with is her roommate or if May's friends stop by and pester her. mom friend basically lol

she doesn't have any biological siblings and is on good terms with both her parents, though is probably closer with her aunt. she stays in a dorm at school with a very nervous girl whom I haven't decided on a name for yet 👀 Nana likes fashion so most of her space in the dorm is for that.

May usually comes into work after school so her and Nana only have 2 hours to work together. if Nana doesn't have too much work to do back at school she'll stay a bit longer to help May with her homework.

people don't really ask about my ocs often so I hope this was a normal response. lmk if there's anything else you want to know! (thank you again you're so sweet!!❤️❤️)

[leleyro]

The same way you can’t force people to enter your life, you can’t force them to stay.

Let them go; let yourself heal. You’ll be okay, always have been, and always will be.

[m-ayo-o]

i looveeeee those fics where it just jumps STRAIGHT INTO THE ACTION LIKE HHNGNGHHHH then scrolls back a minute to recap HOW THE FUCK u got there then builds back up into it again it'ssssssssss perfectttttt

[soul-xhoney]

1:10

You’re still the one I think of when I have things to tell; and when I wore your sweatshirt yesterday I realized how much I missed your smell. It lingered…

Like all the things I’ve mentally made note of since the day we met, it stained my brain the way we stained your counter with the red wine we drank

Or the way I’d stand to lock your hair after a late afternoon beach run; like the touch of your warm skin that embraces me like the sun

Like the words to the song you wrote, the art drew or the sculpture you made; the look on your face when you showed me

You linger…

[rennorthernlights]

The Beginning of The End

Back on my angst again! Again, I ain’t a writer but I do daydream a lot. I tend to just write in my notes and call it a day. Anyways!

Warnings!! Blood, guns, torture, death, cursing, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH

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The team all felt it to some degree. Something bad was going to happen. Price was going through more cigars than usual, Ghost was thrumming his fingers on his thighs, Gaz was more on edge, and Soap couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. The mission was far too easy. The type of easy that it raised the alarm bells in Price’s mind.

How many days has it been? Been far too many or least it feels like it has. Should’ve known it would go bad. Price should’ve seen the signs when they got the intel so quickly. He should’ve made Ghost check the case and because Price didn’t listen to his instincts he and his men were captured. Being bruised and bloody is normal but torture? Even Price in his age and experience knew that he and his men could only last so long.

“Laswell. Just wait for Laswell.” He grunts out, hands tied behind his back. His mind reeling in ideas on how he and his boys can escape. But no matter how hard he tried to get the ropes off it just wouldn’t budge. Being tortured in rounds. Sometimes it was Gaz first or Soap or Ghost. The sick bastards never made a pattern so none of the men could prepare. He hears yelling and Scottish curses and he knows Soap is back. Ghost already had his…turn of torture and that means that it’s either him or Gaz next. Price is hoping that it’s him and not Gaz.

Soap is forcibly shoved into the chair, Soap struggles but weakened from the torture…he can only struggle so much before his arms are pulled and tied tightly with a rope. “Soap you with me?” Price says, worry in his tone as he sees just how badly they hurt the Scot. But Soap doesn’t speak.

Something isn’t right. Something in Price’s gut tells him that something bad is about to happen. Before Price can even voice it, the man that forced Soap in his chair presses the gun head to Soaps head. His breath caught in his throat as Gaz and Ghost tense up.

The man then speaks, “I know none of you are gonna speak. In fact,” he presses the gun harder to Soap’s head and Ghost outright lunges forward. The ropes around Ghost hold true though and the man clicks his tongue in amused disapproval. “I know y’all would die than speak…but not everyone has to.” The man says it like he’s being generous. Like offering a bug to be crushed by the hand instead of the boot.

Price growls, tired of the game, “Spit it out already.” The man tisks in amusement.

“Eager to die are we, Captin?” He laughs and removes the gun from Soaps head and the team slightly relax. “Hears the deal. Because I’m just so generous.” Chuckling like he just told the funniest joke. “Your dear Sergeant is gonna choose who lives and,” points the gun from Gaz, to Ghost, and then to Price. “…who dies.”

The room falls deathly silent, like hours have passed when it’s only been seconds. “Oh! And Soap, you can’t choose yourself. No, no, no,” the man grins sickening as he sees the turmoil in Soap’s eyes. The fact that Soap is deciding the fate of everyone. “Only one gets to live. Happy choosing! You have,” he looks down at his watch. “20 minutes.”

20 minutes. 20 minutes to decide the fate of the team. The man walks out, the sound of the door slamming behind them as the team fall into utter silence. Any lesser team would’ve been begging, begging to live. As is the ‘Live’ instinct, to push down the others to live. To be the last one standing and yet…yet it’s silent.

“I’ll die.” Ghost’s gruff voice cuts through the silence like nails on a chalk board. Gaz and Soap immediately protest. “I’m not letting any of you die for me.” He says so resolutely. Ghost has run the scenario in his head probably as much as Price. Having so much experience in the military he just knows. Same as Price, that there’s no getting out of this. Not without all of them dying and Ghost can’t have that.

“If anyone has a better chance it’s you and Price.“ Gaz tries to say but Price glares. Seethes at seeing Gaz so willing to die. But it’s easy to sacrifice yourself to save the ones you love.

“No. No, we can try. We can…” Soap clambers as he tries to think. Tries to find something to make the ropes on his arms budge. “W-We can..we can do something..”

“Soap,” Price calls out as he already sees the spiral, “Sergeant,” he calls again as Soap starts to panic. The burden of choosing who gets to live and who dies, it’s just too much. “Johnny!” Price yells and he jolts. “Breath. That’s an order.” Price says firmly before looking back at Gaz.

“I’m not going to be the reason any of you die.” He says firmly to Gaz but Gaz outright glares.

“Sir, with all due respect. If anyone can give them hell it’s you or Ghost.” Gaz says, putting on a brave front but deep down he wants to breakdown. Barely in his late 20s and still has so much to give but he knows. He knows that Ghost or Price has the better chance at getting revenge. “Avenge us.” He says firmly. “One of you has too.” Gaz says, a finality in his voice. Nudged his leg out as much as possible to Soap to give him some fo of physical touch. “I’m going with you, Johnny.”

“Fuck!” Ghost yells and his head kills forward. Anger swelling in his bones but also desperation. Desperate to die so they can have a chance.

Price is fairing no better as Gaz seems so confident in him or Ghost. But how? How can he when Price lead them all to this? Ghost is arguing with Gaz and Soap. Arguing so loudly and ordering them to choose differently, to think differently. Price has always done well under pressure, always has. It’s what made him such a good sniper.

Minutes go by and Prices internal clock is telling him that’s it’s almost time. He closes his eyes and thinks back on everything. The time he was a boy to the time he joined. Meeting Farah and Hadir. Alex and Laswell. And then to meeting Simon. Memories flooding back to when he met Kyle, practically kidnapping him and he chuckles to himself. Remembering the time he met Johnny, the Scot always so vibrant. For a bit it all feels quiet even with the commotion.

“Enough.” Price says as Gaz and Ghost are screaming. Soap’s eyes so down cast it’s like he’s dead already. “Johnny,” Price says and the Scot looks up. Silently speaking with their eyes and Ghost tenses up. “I’m going with you.” Price says, a smile gracing his face even as Ghost yells.

“No! Fucking no.” Ghost growls out. Looking at Soap and silently pleading, begging him to choose anyone else.

“Alright then, Captain.” Soap smiles back. Seems that Soap didn’t even have to choose.

“Just don’t bore me with those god awful fishing metaphors.” Gaz grins, a laugh right after as he knowingly chooses his fate. Ghost is yelling at them. Arguing with them to choose him to die instead. The door slams open.

“Times up! Ready or not.” The man walks in and his eyebrows arch as he sees the 3 men chuckling, looking at each other in peace while the other yells in anger. “So I see we’ve chosen?” Ghost curses at him, “Oh don’t be such an asshole. So,” he looks at Soap. “Who gets to live?” The gun aimed at Soap. “Ghost gets to li-“

BANG

“No!!” Ghost screams out, the Scots blood sprawled on Gaz as the Scots body falls forward. The ropes holding the lifeless body. “NO!!”

BANG

….

“STOP! FUCKING STOP!”

….

BANG

“And as promised.” The man grins, Ghost seethes with so much anger. Tears down his face as he yells in anguish. “Aww don’t be so sad. You get to live.” He laughs as Ghost struggles in the binds.

“I’m going to fucking KILL YOU!” Ghost growls out. Didn’t even get to say goodbye. Didn’t even get to tell them he loves them. Didn’t get to say how much they saved him from his own spiral of pain.

“Yeah,” the man laughs and hits Ghost hard on his head. Forcibly knocking him out.

[ulalamonz]

A two shot fanfic I made for a Bleach brainrot

Some sketches I made for the fic. This fic was a beast to write and i am not a definitely not author lmao

[conspicuouslygay]

Another image I can't get out of my head. @monstrous-femme 's In Her Hips .