#shananigans

[socialbutterfly19]

When the music just hits right

[ifoundyoufake]

Team dark shananigans

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We’ll Be Fine -1- (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x f!Reader)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the original source material or any of its characters.

A/N: I apologize in advance for any grammatical errors I missed, characters may be a lil ooc because I just love big men being soft! Ghost brain rot since 2009🔥💀🔥 I AM SORRY!

she/her pronouns

Congratulations, I have gifted you a younger brother for this story!

Category: slice of life, slow burn, mutual pining

Warnings: swearing, eye contact, mild shenanigans

Masterlist

Summary: You arrive at base to pick up your brother, he does a terrible job at introducing you to his friends.

Part 1

~Kiddos~

Standing near the entrance to the facility you thoughtlessly bounced back and forth on the balls of your feet, an outlet for your slowly growing anxiety. ‘Technically’ you're a government employee, it’s complicated... Despite that being here leaves you feeling uneasy, most places like this still do.

 After an extended deployment overseas your brother had finally returned home, and you had promised to cook him dinner. So here you are, waiting for him to make an appearance in front of the military base he currently calls home. It's been a dreary day but the dense clouds are parting, making way for a steady building sunset. 

‘At least it’s not TOO cold,’ you suppose, allowing a false relief to wash over you. You were never very good at dressing for the weather, which comes with the ‘indoor person’ territory you radiated. What you lacked in physical prowess you made up for in technical abilities, at least that's what you tell yourself.

A brisk wind suddenly strikes your back, the thin sweatshirt just barely enough to stop nature's oncoming assault. Stuffing your hands into the front pocket, you fumble with your keys in an attempt to keep distracted.

‘Should have just waited in the car,’ brooding, you roll your eyes before catching sight of a group heading outside.

Curious eyes scanning the lot of them as they exit the building, spotting your brother's large figure somehow dwarfed by the hulking men beside him… Suddenly feeling very small.

Your eyes lock momentarily with a stranger's murky stare, deep brown orbs stricken gold by the fading rays of light. Dark grease paint smudging out the skin left exposed by his balaclava.

‘That's different,’ your thoughts halt, shoulders stiffening involuntarily realizing you're just staring at this man who you don't know. Quickly averting your gaze, attention shifting to greet your brothers steadily approaching figure.

Large hands grasped your forearms before pulling you into a crushing hug. Wrapping your arms around him stiffly, you let out a breathy laugh.

“This is my older sister, and I’m off to have a home-cooked meal,” he declares, snatching the keys from your hand and making a dash for the car. Abandoning you on the sidewalk.

“Debug,” you correct and turn to leave, attempting to place the now empty appendage back into your pocket but are stopped mid-motion.

 Another lad seems to materialize in front of you, your small hand now clasped in his much larger one. Looking up you take him in for a moment, gray eyes cast in the warm light of the evening sun. Brown hair cropped into a short Mohawk, and a handsome stubbled jaw.

“Hello, lass, call me Soap,” The Scotsman gushes, your hand still loosely resting in his grasp. He shoots you a wicked smile resonating with a boyish charm.

Stony facade you'd been maintaining cracking in the slightest, gaze softening before retracting your hand. You turn, giving them a curt wave, a gentle smile. Enough socializing for one day!

“Bye kiddos,” Words stumble awkwardly out of your mouth before promptly following after your brother, who is waving you down from the now-open driver's side window. Mentally cursing yourself for being such a colossal dork…

“Kiddos,” Soap repeats blankly.

Having rushed off immediately after Soap's introduction, Ghost can’t help but wonder if they scared her… If he scared her.

They watch as she reaches for the passenger side door, car abruptly lurching backward leaving the handle just out of her reach. Very much unamused she is left standing there with a blank expression, arms slack.

Taunting laughter can be heard across the lot as the action is repeated twice more before she is finally allowed to enter the vehicle.

“Fuckin wanker,” Ghost irks scrutinizing the juvenile interaction.

“Feel kinda bad for her,” Soap chuckles

Thanks for reading <3

[femoso-seben]

Immortal Shenanigans

Chapter 1: Pots and Bullets

Pt. 2, Pt.3

Warning: mild violence.

You stare into the darkness and frown. You had finally remembered the location of your first-ever temple, your pride and joy. At last! But all of your Gold, Statues, and mercury river was gone! What was left were thousands of years old footprints of the thieves who robbed you.

You sigh and walk around with your flashlight in hand. You fell in through a trap door and forgot how to get out. It’s been over 5,000 years and your memories of this time long faded into the back of your mind. You walk around before stopping your eyes widen as joy sets in.

Your pots!

They survived. They were rudimentary and shabbily made, but for the time it was the best. You looked at them and gently picked on up, it was used for wine when mortals bestowed God-hood onto you. It was so long ago, to be worshiped, what bliss.

“AAAAHHH!” You turn around to see the trap door closing and a new figure with you.

“What the fucking hell was that?” The man with a Mohawk grumbles. “Hello! Anyone here me?” He shouts before walking around. He’s like a mad toddler throwing a tantrum. You giggle and he twirls around gun in hand.

“Aaah!” He screams. “What are you doing down here?”

“This is my temple.” You casually reply. It was your temple, the temple of Hauhet. Many believe you were Hauhet, the goddess of eternity.

“Your temple?” He asked his accent strong and annoyed.

“My temple,” you repeat. He stared at you with a look that called you dumb in every language possible.

“What are you a grave robber?”

“Excuse me, child! I am an Antique collector! I fell down here just like you!” You snap annoyed this young man was back talking you.

“I’m pretty sure I’m older than you,” he states looking you up and down. You give him a stink eye, of course, he thinks he’s older, you haven’t aged past the age of 20. You had long lost your actual age or the date of your birthday. You roughly believe you are 5,000 years old maybe a tad younger, you couldn’t remember.

“I look very young for my age!”

“Yeah, sure.” He turns away and begins to talk to someone, The smart man had a radio or phone on him, either way, you would have eventually gotten out of there, maybe taken you a century but you’d get out.

“Ghost do you copy?”

“Affirmative, it appears I fell down a trap and there’s a random lady done here with me.” His strong accent, Scottish from the sounds of things was talking to a fool called Ghost.

You sit down on your throne as old memories of your culture seep back into your mind. The strong smell of the river, of lotus. The heavy sweet taste of honey. You remember the scent that used to adorn your skin the Kyphi only used for a god. Whenever you smell saffron it hits you like a truck.

You could no longer remember the memories but your heart never forgot the sensation of those times long passed. You open your eyes to see the man staring at you.

“You look comfy.”

“It’s my throne.”

“How long have you been down here for?”

“A day at most, at least an hour? Time moves by fast for me.” You wiggle your fingers at him, he nods.

“You fell down the trap?”

“Yup, I was digging around and fell through,” You explain shrugging and looking down at him. He was mildly handsome.

“There is an escape somewhere here…”

“How do you know that?”

“This is my temple!” You state for the again. The man rolls his eyes.

“And where would this exist be?”

“I don’t remember, this place is about 5,000 years old, I’ve forgotten.” The man sighs and walks around.

“This place is shit for a temple.”

“It used to be filled with so much gold it lined every wall.” He turns to me shocked.

“And what happened?”

“Thieves.”

Soap looked at the girl, she was no older than a teenager. Her clothes look like she shopped at a thrift store, specifically the old lady section. She sat on that throne like she owned it, her crazy ramble might be due to dehydration. She could also be a spy for the opponent.

“What’s your name?”

“Which one?” You cock your head to the side and gaze down at him.

“Your real name.”

“I have many “real names” be more specific.”

“Which name are you using right now?”

“We’ll I have several.” The man glared and walked off. He groans, he is dealing with an absolute weirdo.

The trap door was activated and light shone into this hidden temple. You stand up and walk under the light. The sun felt great on your dark skin.

“Soap you down there?” A gruff-sounding man pokes his over the hole.

“Affirmative.” A rope was dropped down. And soap walks behind you. “After you.” You grimace but climb the rope using just your arms. Your legs dangle like dead weight.

Another man helps you up, and behind you, Soap (another dumb name in your opinion) climbs up to the surface. You look over to see a man with a skull mask on.

“What took you so long?”

“I was looking for the damn trigger.”

“I literally told you where it was.”

“Are you two married?” You asked rearing your arm against your knees and stared at this with a devious smile. They turn to you with a glare.

“No!” A smug smile spreads across your lips, they are funny. You stand up and put on your backpack that you stowed under the sand.

“Well you two love bird have fun, I need to return to my—“

“You're coming with us.”

“Eh?”

The next thing you know you’re strapped down to a chair surrounded by 4 big guys. You would have laughed if it wasn’t for the gun pointed at your head— actually, you didn’t care. This situation seems so porn esc.

You look up trying to stop yourself from laughing. You fail and you begin to cackle like a hyena. Tears roll down your face. “Oh meh gawd this is funny!” You say between a gasp of air.

“What’s your name?” The man with incredible facial hair asked you, a cigar in hand. Your laughter stopped and you gave into the man’s face.

“I have many, be more specific.” You tease. You know how this looks, you had many names, you’ve lied so much you long forgot names you give people who might remember you.

“The main one you used.”

“I have like 5 in rotation.”

“What are they!” He bellows, You gaze at him coldly, barely fazed.

“Mary, Nina, Mia, YN, and Pot stealer.” Soap unfolded his arm, did his ears deceive him?

“Pot stealer?” Ghost mutters.

“Now I have to ask, why’d you steal pots?”

“I like pots!” You tell Soap. He stared into my face before covering his and laughing his ass off.

“You can not be serious!”

“Look old people are ruthless when it comes to antique collecting, they always like to throw the term thief. It’s not my fault I’m rich!” You complain. Soap drops to his knees laughing so hard he couldn’t even stand.

“How many— how many pots do you have at home?” Soap asked through gasps.

“Like a thousand or two thousand, I’m not a math guy.” You wiggle your fingers. The binding on your hands is tight. It was constricting the flow of blood.

“YN? She went missing a week ago?” The cigar man mumbles.

“A week? Pogs! Huh, time really does pass by fast.” You smile nodding my head. It was an accomplishment, this is the shortest time you’ve been stuck somewhere no one could find me.

“How are you still alive?”

“…I don’t know.” You truly have never figured out how you became immortal. Just one day you stop aging and never age past that point. You have seen husbands, children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren die, yet you were frozen in time.

“How don’t you know?”

“I’m immortal.” Everyone stared at you with eyes that said it all. You are stupid and a little bit crazy in the head.

“Yeah right.”

“So you really think you're immortal?” The mustache man asked.

“Shoot me in the head and you’ll see,” I state back.

“The news reports you’re a photographer, yet why would a photographer have many names?” Ghost asked walking around you.

“For shits and giggles.”

“I think she’s a spy.”

“I was—“

“So you are a spy!”

“Bro, literally what you just did was like calling a thirty-year-old who used to work at a Starbucks in their teens barista, it’s insulting. I haven’t been a spy since the 70s!” You shout.

“That’s like,” you begin to count on your fingers, “that’s like 50 years ago!”

“Did you have to count?” Soap asked.

“I’m not a math person!”

“Either way your sketchy.”

“That is true!”

“Or delusional.”

“That is also very true!”

“She might be working with the enemy.” The only black man said.

“That is less true but go off.”

“For someone who claims to be thousands of years old you sure do know a lot of pop culture words.”

“I feel really connected with this generation. Their want to die is such a valid emotion. Also, I might be old but I’m also 20, so I know shit.”

“She’s crazy.”

“What do you want me to sound like the Bible? Dost thou well to be angry for the gourd?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Thou hast had pity on the gourd!”

They all stare at you confused. Soap opened his mouth and closed it, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m asking you do you expect me to sound medieval?”

“Yes.”

“Art thou a muttonhead?” You state with a bored expression.

“Did you call me dumb?”

“Yay.” You nod your head. If they wanted vintage language you’ll give them Shakespeare flashback.

“If thy willa eald then thine becuman eald.” You state speaking English was a massive gulf ball in your cheeks. It was a mix of the older version of English. It didn’t matter which age it came from if it’s vaguely understandable that’s good enough.

(If you want old then you’ll get old.)

“What?”

“Sceotan me dead, and thy wilt seon.”

(Shoot me died, and you will see.)

“Speak modern English!”

“Imma lives rent-free in your head because I hit different, I’m a whole ass vibe check! And that’s on periodt.” You quickly state. “Y’all being so extra about this it ain’t it, chief. I’m not sus I’m not capping. But this entire situation is sending me!”

“What— what?”

“I don’t know I’m just saying stuff.”

“That’s enough,” the cigar man snaps his patients at its wit’s end.

“Oh poor fool, are you getting tired of me?” You tilt your head before smiling.

“Are you working with the Russian?”

“I’m not snitching on my buddies,” You had no clue what he was asking but you decided to play along. Life has long lost its sparkle. You chose many names and many identities just to amuse yourself. When you fall through the creaks of the lies seeing the world crumble around you is entertaining.

Bang!

You slump over. The world turns dark. You blink and you are alive. You kept your head down. Blood oozed from your head. And the loud complaints of the men make you smile.

“Oi,” you loudly call out causing a few to jump. They turn to you eyes wide in horror. They turn to each other, “Can ya untie me, I really need to get that bullet out my head.” You tilt your head casually to the side.

“I’m waiting.”

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For this year's DBZ Big Bang event I got the honor of making this piece of art for Black_Foxglove (AO3)'s story "Why Little Boys Shouldn't Play Hero"

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fuck alright just 3?? really? fuck okay. 1. Im obsessed with my own ship Juju and Izzi T-T

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The only time Damian will ever openly show affection to his brothers is when they turn into animals.

[whorangi1104]

Ghoap AU: Frozen Hearts and Electric Souls

Chapter 7: Johnny, no…

Soap found himself loading the cargo planes for takeoff with Gaz, Ghost, and a few shadows. Johnny had spoken to Gaz and Roach about the idea, and as expected, Gaz accepted and Roach agreed to give it a go. He would try to convince Price later, but right now, he was focused on the American weapons that were being loaded onto the plane. He recognized some heavy duty weaponry that seemed like they could be used to erase a small town in a couple of hits, and overheard some shadows talk about a little something they called the ‘Freedom Dorito’ which was apparently a newly developed stealth bomber that could triumph over any other, thought they doubted they would have the honor of ever seeing one.

Soap never caught the actual name of the specific model, but he got a pretty good idea of what it was. He himself brought a few things he’d tinkered, but never actually got to try due to the lack of safe testing grounds, but packed them all up since there was supposedly a nice big ol’ desert called the Chihuahua- no, the Chihuahuan near where they were going. He had got approval from Price, for… most of the stuff. The rest won’t trigger any alarms. He hoped.

“Hey! Soap! Whatcha think?”

Soap snapped out of thinking about how to test a tripwire chemical gas trap,”huh?”

“Check out the firepower of these explosives, how much do you reckon they got?”

“Looks like enough to blow some mountains sky-high. These came from Graves?”

“Where else? Americans are always spending more on their Militaries.”

“And their oils in everything, apparently. Maybe that’s what you slipped on when you fell out of that heli.”

“And why are you hiding two bags of unregistered personal belongings behind Cheeto's carrier?”

“...Olright, ay’m sorry, those didn’t pass Price-”

“You were planning on hiding the fun from me?”

“Oh, you don’t know what you’ve just signed yourself up for.”

“Shut up Price is headed this way-”

—

Of course, Price found Johnny’s two bags of ‘tools’ after they were already halfway to Mexico and scolded him for it, pointing out how experimental explosive gas traps weren’t safe to have on the plane. To his credit, Johnny had fired right back that nothing in the cargo bay was safe, even if they were ‘official gear for the mission’, to which point Price had just given up on talking sense. Ghost later spotted Johnny pocketing various small items from his bag, including a lighter and small bottles of god knows what, before making a shushing gesture at Simon and winking, which he responded with a shrug. Ghost had decided to take on the responsibility of holding Price’s prowler, which was an extremely curious otter named Tom, so he wouldn’t run all over the plane while Price took a much needed nap, so Ghost couldn’t really stop Johnny even if he wanted to, which he didn’t. While Soap and Gaz plotted their explosive trip to the desert, Roach had managed to call some birds out of the sky, and was currently grooming some kind of falcon or hawk.

SCREECH!

Price woke up just in time to see a brown streak zoom out of a hatch while Roach chased Soap around with a note card on a string with the Scottish flag drawn on, which Soap had apparently tried to loop around the bird’s leg so it would drop it from the sky.

“Dammit you muppets! Gaz! Stop laughing, help me separate these two!”

Ghost watched as Gaz and Price eventually cornered and separated the two, watching the amusement twinkle in Johnny’s eyes as he sat back down, a smirk tugging at his lips, making him seem all the more beautiful. He had heard of gifted with the power to read minds (usually with a deer prowler), and was suddenly very glad none of them had that gift, or he would never live this moment down. Maybe for once, he’d let his mind run completely wild…

—

Did the plane get extremely warm after Price had them close all the openings after Johnny’s little stunt? Yes. Was it worth it to see that brief moment of laughter in Simon’s eyes? Also yes. Even though Soap had never seen Simon without his mask, he had a gut feeling the Brit was absolutely beautiful, eyes never lie was a phrase he’s picked up somewhere along the road. It also turns out Simon was surprisingly good with handling Tom, and also surprisingly, (or not, considering he’s guilty of the hawk incident,) Johnny got bit when he tried to hold him. It felt good to have distractions from the mission that sounded doomed to end with more than a few casualties, especially distractions that sent an electric shock through him (literally and metaphorically). Maybe he’ll just relax for the rest of the ride instead of pissing off Price again. Maybe. ;)

After almost electrocuting them all, (in his defense, he had full control of the electric field, Price just didn’t listen,) Soap stepped off the plane with Ghost to make first contact with the Mexican special forces with their respective prowlers trotting at their heels, Phantom being less eager to have been awaken from her nap and Cheeto having practically bound out of his carrier, he was hit with a wave of warm air, and was reminded of the way temperatures changed in Scotland, though not quite like it. The first person he saw was who he recognized to be Colonel Alejandro Vargas from some video calls during their briefings, and called out to him.

“Alejandro...”

“Sergeant Mactavish.”

“Call me Soap.”

“Lieutenant…. Laswell says they call you Ghost.”

“Actually, I believe he prefers to be–”

“That’ll do.”

“Welcome to the ‘city of souls.’”

“I’ve never been to Mexico.”

“This isn’t Mexico… This is Las Almas.”

Soap had a feeling this little trip of theirs would get very… interesting.

[metalicuh]

I love Mayuri SM

[napolean-but-cringe]

Do not trust the gorrila, It will promise you great things

Powerful mastery over Matter

Immunity to the elements

And a will so strong it will never break

But when your hubris becomes greater then your self preservation and you dare to try to harness these abilities for yourself it will turn these blessings into curses and will mangle you beyond belief

The wretched thing promised prosperity when it has only caused me misery and pain

Head my warning young one. The Gorilla is not a creator, but a destroyer.

[mothmussy]

Loooooong Charlie

[socialbutterfly19]

Neighbors probably hate me… I could never care!

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My colouring skills are not the best but I had fun with this one, I don't usually have the patience to colour my drawings. Haha! This is jake, Debs little love interest. 😅

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[itsyourstarboy]

What if I just named my future kid YN

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So I saw this ornament at a local boutique, and I simply HAD to bring him home with me! His name is Rascal, because he has little raccoon eyes, and he definitely uses his adorableness to get away with several shenanigans!