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OMG Gorgon Gaz with a silver tongue save me…

All of his words are so honey-coated I KNOW it. He’s so fucking manipulative and you don’t even know it until you’re completely under his thumb. Saying things like they’re common sense until they are common sense- of course you belong to him, it would be silly to think anything else. I want him to be a girlboss. I want him to gaslight. I want him to gatekeep. I want him to protect you using the exact same sweet tone to the person that hurt you. Embarrassing them or turning them to stone if they look at you wrong. All while never raising his voice, despite the venom in his eyes. (Insert joke here about the snakes and his venom)

IM ON A MYTHOLOGY KICK

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NYMPH READER NYMPH READER

Omgggg love the idea of a water nymph reader and Price who swats at her like a bug LMAO. Annoyed to no end by the little thing hmm…

Cw: just a little fingering tehe. Got carried away and how could I not when it’s Price? Maybe a little degradation. This isn’t smut, it wasn’t supposed to turn into smut. But again I can’t help myself around this man

It starts when him and his team are sent off into the forest to try and get rid of something that’s been plaguing the local village. A cyclops, or maybe a basilisk or gorgon. Regardless, they send in the troops, scattering through the forest to try and locate it. They search for hours, coming up empty handed. It frustrates them all to no end- but at least they know it’s not a banshee.

Price stops at a watering hole, taking a short breather to wipe the sheen of sweat from his face. He’s pissed. Patience cut short after not even baking able to find the creature for so long. He squats down next to the water, rocks sinking into the rugged soles of his boots. His mood isn’t made any better by the harsh sun, beating down even through the thick canopy of the trees. It creates a greenhouse, just humid enough to irritate his bones and make him feel somehow even more achey than he usually is. All it takes is one moment of lost focus.

You damn near scare the piss out of him when he sees your eyes lookin’ at him from under the water. You got that blue-eyed stare, baby. Popping just your eyes out of the water- loose water lilies and foxglove getting caught in your hair. Your unblinking eyes are trained on him, and frankly, it’s creepin’ him out, sweetheart. He doesn’t think much of it. Water nymphs aren’t typically agressive, so he takes it as a sign that he should probably be on his way.

Except… you follow him. Hiding behind trees poorly. He knows you’re following him, you dense little thing. Your eyes are so wide, and you still haven’t said anything to him. Getting a little too close for his comfort as he grunts, radioing in occasionally to report still no progress on the entity.

You flit around him like an annoying little bug after that, still not saying anything, but your big ol’ doe eyes trained on the buttons on his uniform, his dog tags, his gun, his helmet- every part of him so so shiny, glinting in the light. He brushes your hand away whenever you try and reach, and you both grow increasingly frustrated until you huff at him, and start tugging him into the treeline.

He’s just about had it by now- the grumpy old man grunting obscenities at you as you continue to drag him along. He’s letting you though, too emotionally exhausted to really put up that much of a fight. Or nearly pisses you off more- just because water nymphs aren’t typically agressive doesn’t mean you can’t kick his ass! (You can’t. He’s like twice your size, babes.)

Then, you deposit him right in front of the thing his team was hunting. You tap your foot on the ground, looking up at him with a scrunched nose and narrowed eyes as he radios it in, mood immediately fixed. You snag one of his dogtags as your prize, flitting just out of his reach before he can try and stop you. He grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose while he waits for backup and decides he can just get another one.

Unfortunately for him, you’re spurred on by his acceptance of defeat. Approaching him cautiously like a stray cat, eyes trained on him as you reach for one of his buttons. You really only want the shiny metal, but he hasn’t quite put that bit together yet. So when you start unbuttoning his shirt, he’s confused to say the least- trying to brush your hands away.

“Reward.” Is what you mutter, indignant, as you scowl slightly. Still pissed by the way he cursed at you and brushed you off. He takes this.. the entirely wrong way, a short huff escaping him from amusement. He’s taking your hands and pinning you to the nearest tree, face too close to yours.

“Reward, sweet’eart? Is that what y’want?”

All bets are off after that. Thankfully his team can take care of the cyclops (or gorgon, or basilisk) on their own. He’s too busy with you as you squirm on his fingers, mocking you about the reward you earned as he pumps his fingers in and out of your needy pussy. He’s still irritated, though. But that doesn’t mean he won’t be coming back.

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Actively obsessed with Ghost in a paranormal AU. Either way- with the reader or Ghost as the spooky spirit haunting the other.

No cw other than death because they’re.. ghosts. Otherwise maybe a bit sad but mostly lowkey fluffy.

He does his best to ignore you. It’s hard, the way it makes gooseflesh rise onto his pale skin, his hair standing in end. It’s not that he’s trying to ignore you- it’s that he genuinely thinks you aren’t there, no matter how much you beg and plea for him to kiss you again. It always sounds like you’re crying, and it always makes his jaw clench hard enough for his teeth to crack- fissures in his enamel that hurt like cavities.

You go to grasp at him, to shake him, and it just phases right through him. It almost hurts from how cold it is on his prickled skin, and he pushes away the thought that he can feel your fingers on his biceps. No one else can see you, but you just know he can, and that’s why it’s so frustrating! You just want him to pay attention to you, kiss you again.

On the other side, he can’t even bear to look at you. He can still see the blood running down your forehead, and even though you look at him, your eyes are still dead. He’s so used to being hurt by his trauma that he automatically assumes it’s just another fucked up things about him. Sure, why not add visual and tactile hallucinations to the list? He’s not surprised. It’s his fault, after all. It was his job to protect you, and he failed. Of course your memory haunts him. He nearly breaks as you press a kiss to his cheek, squeezing his eyes shut and his fingers into fists as sits up in bed, scrubbing a hand down his sweat-slicked face. He’s tired, and the both of you know he’ll never be the same again.

The only way you get him to actually believe you’re there is when you pull a poltergeist on him like a child throwing a tantrum- books being thrown off the bookcases, tables flipped over. Your screams hurt- nearly burst his fuckin’ ears, darlin’. It’s only then does he start talking quietly to you, deciding that your giggles- however creepy they me at times- are still much better than your screams he's so used to hearing.

The other way around? oh, you immediately know its your Simon. Can feel the way his arms wrap around behind you in the kitchen on a cold, lonely morning. Maybe it's a figment of your imagination- but what's the harm in talking to air?

It’s a little less lonely, even if you can’t look directly at him. Only getting cold touches as a response as you tease or pick on him. Sometimes, when things get a little easier, you pick on him for the irony from his callsign. He always pulls you against him for that, regardless of what you’re doing. You scold him, and falter when you realize the only person who can get burnt when you’re over the stove anymore is you. The only person who can stumble and fall in the shower into a pile of giggles is you. The only person in your bed- even if it feels like he’s there- is you.

It’s a push and pull between feeling like you’re going crazy and being completely at peace. Which… itself is maddening. So maybe you buy an Ouija board to try and talk to him. What of it? In sickness and in health, my love. And as it turns out, the reaper himself cannot part you two.

What a hopeless romantic, Simon always was.

Or… maybe even reader who’s introduced to Simon only after he’s dead? UGH too many ideas need ghost cum ):

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Shout out to my friend who planted the idea…

I present: monster fucker bingo. But with every card, I will write a one-shot. Leading to the creation of: Monster-fucking-September..

I will see you on the first.

RB to boost! I’d love to see other creators in on this too 🤭

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Hmm… kissing Gaz and candy…

The hard sugar of the sucker clicks against your teeth as you mindlessly move it around your mouth. The sweetness is just enough to satisfy you for now, rolling your tongue against the smoothness of the candy and the stem attached to the end of the product.

It sticks to your lips, creating a glossy sheen of saccharine glucose that you happily lick away with the tip of your tongue. It’s mindless and sweet and pleasant- a mundane treat to boost your mood. Kyle agrees, even though he doesn’t have a dum-dum stuck between his lips.

Kyle sits next to you, a familiar presence in the quiet rec-room. Happy to just exist in each other’s space quietly, your eyes glued to the somewhat staticky television that plays something you’ve forgotten the name of. Kyle is watching a far more interesting show- his eyes glued to the way your cheeks slightly hallow around the ball of candy.

“What flavor is it?” And “Can I try?” are so seemingly innocent that you nod along, reaching to pull another of the same flavor out of the bag. The crinkling of the plastic is cut off by his hand, and he clicks his tongue in disapproval.

You don’t even say anything- can’t say anything, too shocked to- as he takes the candy from between your lips. He hums at the taste, his pretty brown eyes never leaving yours as he laves his tongue against your dum-dum. You complain about it half-heartedly. He took your candy ):

He mutters some other cheesy comment about wanting to taste some other candy, and all bets are off. His lips are so soft against yours, pushing and pulling evenly in a way that has you leaning in. He’s the tide- blue waves crashing upon the shore at a languid pace, salt and seawater spraying into the air. He licks the sugar off your discolored lips, his eyes half-lidded as he licks into your mouth and at the sweetness that coats your teeth.

Even when he pulls away- panting and with a bit of drool from the corner of his lips- all he gives you is a smirk. “Sweet.” Is all he says, before he’s sitting back down next to you like nothing ever happened.

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WIP Wednesday 🤭🤭

IGNORE THE TYPOS it’s a wip for a reason 😭

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There’s something so inherently charming and pretty about Gaz that makes me want to write him as a secretly terribly person. Like I’m weak in the knees for slasher!gaz, stalker!gaz- ive been following this one best friend!Gaz that keeps coercing the reader to have sex with him and I’m over here FANNING myself.

I must write the pretty boy doing ugly things, I’m afraid it’s a requirement.

It’s either that or making him undeniably obsessed and loyal to the point of self-destruction. Gaz would be SO SO loyal, a little puppy at your feet- anything for you, dove. Fuck 🥴 I NEED HIM

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I LOVE Johnny Soap will always be my number one babygirl with his stupid Mohawk and big ol’ puppy dog eyes. But I feel like a lot of my scenarios for like AUs and stuff (mostly of fictional creatures or supernatural) don’t suit him. WILL WORK ON IT maybe a werewolf Johnny because who doesn’t love some werewolf Johnny?

DHEIDHDVO might actually just do my hcs from @/bluegiragi’s AU actually because it’s so so accurate and I really want to write something for pretty boy Kyle. I did last week and then tumblr ate it so sad ): harpy!kyle is SO accurate (with the comedic bonus of it being ironic due to him falling out of a heli twice)

Inspiration came: Kyle who calls you every time you’re about to beat it. It’s fucking annoying and frustrating and eventually you just.. keep going. Yes… I will write this later… *evil laughter*

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Honestly? Went through a really rough break up. Thinking about… turning it into fanfiction to cope !! /hj

Who’s more fit to write trauma than someone who’s gone through it?

Gurglegurglegurgle… the boys who are there for you even when your ex cheats on you for months. They don’t want to tell you to break it off with them, but it’s hard watching you try and fix something the other person doesn’t want to fix.

When your partner calls you insecure for finally voicing your opinion, and you agree, (like a dumbass, in the boys opinions) simply because you don’t want to stir anything else up. You voice it to the boys and it’s finally a tipping point, and you finally break it off.

…only for your now ex partner to do some CRAZY SHIT… mmm defensive boys.. I don’t want to give everything away in case I do decide to make it into like a thing but it would be kinda funny to write abt

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Hello sorry for tagging. I am very sick, my asthma is at its maximum level, my nose freezes, I have no medicine or food. I am in bad shape financially, I am a black disabled, who uses multiple medications, I pay for my food and lodging

Unfortunately I do not have all the resources to keep me safe, that is why I need your help, whatever you can contribute to me will be of great help.

Leaving this up still to gain awareness still but taking away the links and my earlier commentary.

This is a scam, thank you for those who told me. I’m a bit pissed off about this, for obvious reasons, but shitty people will be shitty people, what can I say?

Thank you for those who told me. Probably should’ve have used this blog as a Soapbox anyways

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I haven’t forgotten about the monster-fucking September.

I still have a lot of steam and I’m super excited to be writing this month, but currently, where things stand, i am incapable of writing to those levels. I’m on day 6 of a migraine attack that will not leave, and I’m so sorry to anyone who’s hopes i got up ):

I did try and write a little bit, and it just didn’t work out.

I have not forgotten, and the show will go on. Just not right now. Unconventional as it may be, if i have to go into October i will.

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

This is so awesome! All this for little old me? Lol- I’m so glad my content has been good enough to get here (: this is a huge deal for me- tysm everyone

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AHHH I found a really well preserved eastern Hercules beetle and I’m totally going to pin it!! I’m so excited !!

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I LOVE IT WHEN MY FAVORITE PEOPLE FOLLOW ME BACK

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Just a little destroyed. Had a whole thing abt Garrick HCs and tumblr ate them all ):

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The Mali Emperor Mansa Musa was so rich that while on a pilgrimage to Mecca, he gave away so much gold it caused an economic crisis. Today, Mali itself is one of the poorest nations in the world.

I remember learning about this in history class! Coach Bryan always found a way to keep things interesting- and I remember being fascinated through this unit and this story.