#not forcing tho

[boppythebopster]

you have 3 days and when i find this again i will tell you guys the right answer

[inlovewithmyhyperfixations]

GUYS

HI

FIRST, YOU GUYS SHOULD GO FOLLOW @silly-emo-delight

(please do they’re literally so cool)

AND SECOND

THEIR NAME IS CORPSE

SO

YEAH

GO FOLLOW CORPSE

:D

[revevoire]

sigghhhhss I wanna roleplay as my ocs more but no one wants to engage with me 😢

[cherrycat-blossom]

Kuro after spotting a man that caught her attention but she has 0 rizz, 0 plays, 0 social skills and is not a typical attractive girl

[screamingforests]

Ghost was pushing you. That's the only explanation for his actions. You didn't understand why he went harder on you than any other recruit.

So, you pushed yourself even more when he wasn't watching. You wanted to impress him. You wanted to impress all of your superiors. It didn't matter that your hours of sleep were dwindling dangerously low.

You were getting better, your results more apparent to everyone.

You were faster than the other recruits, had better endurance, you could fight hand to hand better. You could lift more. It didn't matter that you had deep bags hanging beneath your eyes. It didn't matter that you nodded off when you had a moment to stand still. You were doing so good, you couldn't give up now.

Not until it was another day under Ghost's watchful command. Every push-up harder than the last, your vision going spotty.

"Up! Down! Up! Down!" Ghosts shouts, voice in time with a metronome. He was stomping around all the recruits, correcting postures or yelling at someone. "Get up, recruit!"

You start to get up, vision going dangerously blurry. You think you slur out an affirmative, you aren't sure. Time seems to slow for a second before your vision goes completely black.

~

What you don't see is the way Ghost's eyes widen as your body suddenly collapses, the way he jerks to try and catch you before your head hits the ground. He's fast but not fast enough. Guilts paints his mind, worry smudging his clear thoughts.

Picking you up is easy, even for a recruit of your size, you should be weighing more. Especially with the amount of muscle on you.

Ghost rushes to the infirmary, yelling at them for attention. He's directed to laying you on a bed, he's so deceptively gentle with it.

The nurses ask him to leave but the dead-eye stare he gives them in return has them flustering and murmuring its okay. He doesn't want to leave you, he has to make sure you're okay. It was all his fault- he had been pushing you too hard.

Pushing you so hard the rest of the Task Force noticed.

Ghost remembers Price telling him to take it easier on you, Soap trying to take over his training days to keep you away. His sharp eyes didn't miss the way Gaz tried to slide you more energy bars to make up for Guost's harshness.

He had caused this.

~

By time you wake up, some several hours later, Ghost has cleared out. But in his place stands Price, carefully watching over you and your vitals. He didn't want to make it worse and scar you when you woke up so he entrusted you to Price - Price could take care of you if Ghost couldn't.

Even when you're cleared from infirmary, he makes his guilt apparent in other ways. He's softer towards you, softer than he should be. It leaves you reeling. You aren't sure how to handle this new side of him.

Ghost makes the cooks give you a larger portion to make up for the calorie deficit. Gaz and Soap enforce stricter lights out rules for him - making sure you don't have any midnight trainings.

He just wants to protect you but he's not sure how to show you that. Ghost can't show you how important you are to him.

[voidyyzz]

awww your point ocs look really cool. I can't wait to know more about them.

YOU

ANON

THAT IS ALSO INTERESTED IN ADVENTURE FORWARD

REVEAL YOURSELF

I WANT

TO FOLLOW

YOU

PLEASE

SHAKES YOU AROUND

/vpos /vaff

[stealingpotatoes]

I like the story’s where mando doesn’t realize that boba is a clone

watch this [combines ur asks]

(commission info // tip jar!)

[littleshark827]

i apologize if I came out the wrong way, but I’m not talking about a few authors here and there, I’m talking about searching a fic, and the moment I start reading it, the whole entire one is JUST about the looks, I don’t mind POC, chubby, or anything like that, (yes, but a lot are those but I’m not complaining entirely and putting the blame on them specifically because I’ve come across very many others ex. “white reader” or “asian reader” ???? It confuses me)

sometimes I just want a fic where it doesn’t explain what the reader looks like, yes, there are a bunch, but sometimes when I want a certain fic and I search it up, I always feel a little uncomfortable when it’s just a certain reader. yes, I could make my own fics but i frankly don’t have the exact time, I would want to, but 1) I don’t really know how ((and my writing skills are absolute a trash fire)) 2) no time, and my phone is extremely laggy, and my computer is really old. I can barely do stuff on it.

I really apologize if I came off wrong but I hope this clears it up, I really didn’t mean to offend anyone and I really really really do apologize if I did.

[bixels]

Scary Sunset.

I'm concepting things way outta order in this story, but I'm sure you can piece things together. Context is for a storybeat where, after defeating and capturing Adagio (thus having all three sirens in her possession), Sunset enacts her revenge plot to release the sirens on Canterlot as Thea discovers she's been manipulated. In a confrontation, the two scuffle and fight over the siren orbs while Sunset struggles with her conflicting wants and emotions.

[kaogens]

recent artdump ive been neglecting my tumblr a bit so sorry...quite busy

[xxplastic-cubexx]

theyre insufferable

[transzilla]

I like that clumsy, intrusive way trans men like to show off their masculinity while it's novel to them and they're absolutely gorging themselves on being observed as male. Like when they swear really loud and enunciate absolute filth, oh i love to fuck, i love my cock, i love eating boy cunt. Like that way they sit with their legs spread, hunched over resting their elbows and looking around all sleazily. Like when they go into detail about a really mundane story but they're so enthusiastic, like essentially he got his car stuck but he really wants you to know he drives a standard so he's talking about how he SLAMMED into THIRD GEAR and boogied out of there. Forget about when they start working out and try to pick you up and arm wrestle every three seconds, like ohh lord...

[choccy-milky]

🩶🩶

[artvaris]

Character sketching (oc) 🗡️🖤✦

[chiricat]

ryomina demons are winning

[chamerionwrites]

I love that it’s Miranda who orchestrates Alfred Hamilton’s death. Partly because there’s something just so devastating to me about how lonely and constrained and helpless so much of her life on Nassau is - and thus something so grimly satisfying about her getting to exercise that kind of violent agency, even in flashbacks and exposition.

And also, because there’s a level on which it’s a little fucked up. Not that she wants that kind of revenge, not even that she gets it - but that she weaponizes Flint’s rage and grief and guilt, Flint himself, to do it. That she knows him and loves him and shares a terrible trauma with him, and that’s precisely what allows her to aim him like a homing missile at her husband’s (for all intents and purposes) murderer and pull the trigger. Fully sympathetic and understandable and I don’t think Flint was complaining one iota, but - still. There’s something magnificently brutal about it and I kind of love that for her.