#team jacket

[frenchfriedgiraffe]

its heeeere!!!!

plus some bonus doodles of dirks hair gradually changing colour:

i was a pinch hitter for the most recent @dghdabigbang, and was honoured to be paired up with the amazing @holistic-midnight-snow to create (only slightly rushed) art for their incredible fic A Shade Lighter which is absolutely brilliant and you should all check out now!

despite the very short time, i had a blast making the art and working with such great people (and an even better fic, why are you still reading this go read the fic right now!)

[virlandil]

Hey evil people!

Would you like to join me on my quest for world domination? 🤘😎🤘

I may even throw in... TEAM JACKETS!

(Actually no. Sewing this took me too long and was hard, I'm never doing this again. X,D)

[sharpmemorial]

[mail-me-a-snail]

one of my favorite things about unmasked spy is that he has such a peculiar hair pattern with his little gray wings. like if he grew a white streak he could be the next administrator.

also engie is here 👍

[anniebass]

Sweet tiny dudes for a new fic!!

(it’s porn with a smattering of feelings, read on ao3)

also you can snatch the original with free worldwide shipping here

[charmsterz]

the future teens but lined and colored now

[yourlocalabomination]

Finally got around to making a Webby design.

[blue-bird1967]

Let’s continue the “silly tshirts + naruto characters” trend, so there’s team 8!! My babies oh i was so wrong when underestimated them in my first watch

Tshirts refs here

changed Shino’s version a little🤏🏽🐜

[ricky-mortis]

Webby design <3

Sketch of hair design under the cut

It’s shaved like that on both sides!

[hipsternumbertwo]

Do No Evil

[booigi-boi]

Hatchetfield character requests from Instagram 🪓🦅

[virlandil]

Trust the process, baby! 🤪👌

Why, with every single sewing project must it be so hard and tricky, even when it appears easy???

But I don't give up. Jack Spicer doesn't give up! (And "always shows up to all the fights he's certain to lose") 😎

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about price putting his hat on the boys' heads

cw war guilt, self harm through working out

it's only happened once or twice with each of them, only when they're on the brink and safe enough for price to let himself soften

🧼

the first time it happens to soap is on his first demo mission as a corporal; the first time he's been in charge of the planning the rig and the first time he’s close enough to see the human fallout of the explosion he worked so hard on and realises how often it means a slow and messy death

he knows they're the enemy; knows if it wasn't them, it would be him, then the long line of civilians at his back that he stands so strong to protect. he knows that

but that doesn't stop the screaming echoing in his mind, doesn't rid the memory of burning bodies trying to crawl away from their signed deaths

signed by him

he's sitting on the concrete outside the barracks, trying to get the cold to leech the remnants of the fire from his blood that his ice cold shower couldn’t douse. he jumps at the feel of a leg pressing against his side and looks up at price as he leans back against the wall, his hands cupped around a cigarette

soap flinches at the sparks coming from his lighter and looks away, his knees creeping up tighter to his chest

"it gets easier," price rumbles above him, exhaling a long breath and the comforting acrid scent of smoke spills around him

he shifts uneasily and pretends it's not to get closer. "i don't think that makes me feel better, sir,” he admits

"never said it would," he shrugs with the ease of a man who's had this same conversation a hundred times and will have it a hundred more. "just that it does."

soap sniffles then growls at himself, harshly scraping his wrist over his face

a light weight drops on his head and he stifles a gasp as price's hat falls low over his reddened eyes, hiding him from the prying gaze of the world

"you'll be alright, son," he promises and soap's lips tremble. he presses them tight together and follows price's hand as he guides his face into the side of his knee, cupping his jaw and holding him close as he shakes apart

"you'll be alright."

🧢

gaz doesn't crave softness when he messes up; doesn't want forgiveness or assurance. he wants blood; blood shed for blood that shouldn't have been lost

the punching bag is shining by the time price walks into the gym; shining yet also muted where his blood’s had the time to dry and stain, his knuckles torn to shreds

gaz' fist almost slips off the bag and he clicks his tongue. "you gonna keep makin' that a biohazard or do you want to do something actually worthwhile?"

his lip kicks up in a snarl and he sends a glare over his shoulder. "what?"

"think medical's got enough bodies, don't you?" he asks and a dangerous stillness fills the air

gaz shoves off the bag, knuckles dripping onto the mats. "you wanna add one more?"

price quirks an eyebrow, so nonchalant that it just makes him angrier; blood boiling in his veins. "come on, then."

he stalks onto the sparring mats and price barely blinks before he's attacking; throwing wild punches, eyes a hundred miles away

back in beirut

where they had to pull their team out in pieces because gaz missed the suicide bomber launching himself out of the rubble

price dodges each desperate strike, loose and sloppy and nowhere near gaz’ usual level of skill. he doesn't hit back once and gaz' faces twists with each miss, sweat flying off him as his grunts turn into growls, turn into screams as he throws himself at him

price ducks and snatches his hat off his head, slapping it into gaz' face to blind him and drives him back into the mats

he gags as his lungs seize, his air is forced out of him; leaving him to heave harsh breaths that stick in the fabric of the hat. the humid dark closes in on him, forcing him to focus on his breaths so he doesn't throw up or pass out; forcing him to stay within his body instead of drowning in another country

price's hand is heavy behind it, keeping it trapped over his face. "are you done?" he asks, not even breathless

gaz pants, his whole body tingling, and his fingers dig harder into his face

"are you done?" he insists

he swallows dry, suddenly aware of the exhaustion sapping at his limbs, the pain in his hands, the tightness in his throat. "i'm done," he rasps

price relaxes but doesn't remove his hand or push him to get up. they sit on the mats for a while, price's weight and the dark anchoring gaz to the here and now

💀

contrary to popular belief, ghost doesn't hate family days

he doesn't glare at the droves of civilians entering the base, doesn't stand as a spectre of death and grief over the rookies running into the arms of their families on one of the most important days of their career. he doesn't begrudge the safety and love they feel from coddling mothers and embarrassingly proud fathers, from laughing siblings and sticky-fingered children

he remembers his own graduation too well to want to take it from them

he stands in his dress blues through the speeches, his neck gaiter hiding less than he'd like but at ease with the compromise he and price reached. he looks over the tearful family members as name after name gets called, takes careful note of the ones who are clapped for less than the others, and lines up with the other officers as they wait for the tap out

one by one, the graduates get released by their loved ones; no longer standing attention as a recruit but embracing them as a private

just as he's done every year, ghost checked their records to ensure they all had someone coming for them; he's never let a single one stand in the field waiting for someone who will never come. it's rare that his diligence is necessary but he's never let them feel any shame for it; telling them to keep their heads high as he pats their shoulder

he's not needed today and he watches as they're slowly released and disperse, all with a reminder of why they've worked so hard and who they’re here to protect

it's quiet on base that night; soldiers take any chance to celebrate and a graduation is nothing to sneeze at. ghost stands out in the field, out in the gentle quiet. his hands sit folded behind him as he looks up at the stars and he doesn't flinch as a voice sounds behind him

"been a long time since you could be called a rookie," price says, falling into place beside him

ghost hums. "longer for you, i’d say."

he huffs a laugh. "cheeky shite," he snickers. "that hasn't changed; bloody twig of a thing too big for his boots, angry at the world and ready to prove it wrong."

"plenty changed to make up for it," he huffs, his breath disturbing his gaiter

"lot more's stayed the same," price counters and steps in front of him, a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he squares his shoulders

"lieutenant riley," he starts and ghost almost rolls his eyes. "you've shown exemplary courage in the face of adversity, gone above and beyond the call of duty and expressed great leadership in your dedication to your team and the men in your charge. congratulations, soldier; you've earned it."

ghost swallows thickly and refuses to admit to the shine threatening his eyes. "thank you, sir."

price smiles and plucks his hat off his head, placing it on his and pats his head; brushing his thumb over his temple

"come on, son; you've waited long enough."

[borderlesbian]

me if i picked the queen card and got chased by the yellowjackets

[tabooi]

okay so at first i thought tinky was wearing some sort of jacket with lots of pockets but after looking a little closer i realized that hes actually wearing a fuzzy button up with a UTILITY VEST on top

they've covered the reflective strip with fur and added rhinestones but im fairly certain this is the exact one. idk something about this detail is extremely funny to me.

[talesandfluff]

so recently I've been watching a shitton of Smosh and it's so interesting from the perspective of someone who got to know Angela from Starkid first, because after Black Friday, seeing her in different roles in Nightmare Time and especially as Grace Chasity, I thought "oh woah she can do comedy too, neat" but watching Smosh it's like... oh actually comedy is what she DOES and Lex was truly a once in a lifetime type role. makes me appreciate the character and the performance all the more knowing that this was Angela out of her typical type of performance. she fucking knocked it out of the park. so impressive. if you know Angela from Smosh and haven't watched Black Friday and Yellow Jacket from Team Starkid, please go watch them now, you'll see a side of Angela's talent that you haven't seen before.