#teheeee

[heartdoomed]

*whistles*

I promise I will post more, in the meantime, have this hurricane of a woman

[sopafia]

Side questing with a bear

[thehungrycaterpillar908]

I’m not sad I just listen to the most gut wrenching music ever but I’m not sad I’m probably the very happiest person you’ve met

[carsonfatboobs]

Me when I’m talking to both Bayley and Alice

[lunatheartist22446]

You give lil guy energy

teheeee

[heartsickvirus]

i agree with ⚰️anon! i have notifs on for when u post bc i like u sm <3

- 🌈🛹

LITERALLY how I reacted:

YOU'RE CRAZY ILY/P

And oh boi i don't think having notifs on for my blog is good bc I post A LOTT... (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

But still that's so cuteee like literally I'm so happy

[ironlvngs]

— CLOSED STARTER

who: @magnolia-rhodes where: thanksgiving dinner

this whole thing was an embarrassment for link. not because of his aunt, but because he hated mixing his life at ogden with his more personal, familial life. but the one time his aunt found out about a college family event that he hadn't invited her and her wife to which resulted in her having a fit, and link had to promise her he'd tell her about every event from now on.

though, he hadn't wanted to hide into a corner more than when he saw that he was about to cross paths with lola. please don't talk to her, please don't talk to her, please don't —

"oh, wow! don't you just look absolutely gorgeous in this, sweetheart." but of course, who was his aunt if not the friendliest person alive? "link, is this a friend of yours?"

but link didn't know how to answer that. instead, he just looked over to lola, letting her lead — and giving her a bit of a pleading look, as well.

[pythonmoth]

working on the next part right now~

hopefully, I won't end up posting it by mistake before it's ready. ☝️

it's not reader's pov, by the way. i just sooo wonder how many of you could guess correctly...

we shall see.

cw: post torture trauma. depersonalization. denial. sick jokes as a coping mechanism.

simon riley x reader. soap x reader if you squint.

Part one | Last | Next

Numb. And cold.

The light in the room is cold and white, devoid of any type of warmth.

Laying flat on the bed, you're barely blinking, your expression is detached, and unreadable.

Your body got so used to the torture that every time a medic moves too fast, you mentally brace yourself for a hit or for another toenail to be ripped off, not moving a muscle.

You've three toenails left, after all. Another three chances of pain.

Perhaps they could cut your fingers off, instead. Or your ears.

That'd be new.

Your eyes are fixed on the light bulb above your head, dimly aware of the medics moving around you as if you were in a simulation game. You hear them curse under their breath, sharing looks, and throwing worried glances at you.

At times, it feels like you're watching yourself on that table. You're the light bulb.

It needs fixing.

The medics have already tended to your feet and toes, your fingers, and deep down you can't help but find it hilarious that, despite the drugs they gave you for the pain, your raw fingers throb bad enough for you to remember it perfectly.

You will never forget the pain.

Or perhaps you've already forgotten.

Images of Si Ghost, a hidden smirk behind the mask, ripping your nails off and showing them to you before throwing them to the side, laughing at you with Soap, and Price, fill your mind. Your past screams break through the image, your fingers twitching briefly.

Is it a memory?

You grimace inwardly.

You're not sure.

Perhaps it is. Or not.

As you're held up by two medics and put to sleep on another bed, drugged out of your mind, you stop worrying about it.

You're mistaken. Surely. Must be.

There's no way it was actually Simon; you're just going crazy. He will come and tuck you to bed as he always does. He'll bring Johnny tomorrow and the three of you will have some of the cookies Johnny keeps hidden in his room, safe from the Captain and the rest, the hungry lot. And they'll have the beer Simon bought the other day. And then Simon will give you a goodnight kiss.

There's no way.

Must be a mistake. Your mind is playing tricks.

Disdain. Laughter. Curses.

"Traitor".

No matter how hard you fight it, your eyes fall shut. With a soft sigh, you smile, amused at yourself. The blanket is soft against your cheeks, your mind spinning happily as exhaustion takes over.

You're mistaken.

"The pinky is next. You're still not giving me names".

You will just sleep it off.

"Please, give me their names. Please".

Nightmares.

As you wake up in cold sweat, hastily standing up from the bed, you put pressure on your cut feet with no care, and it makes you let out a sharp cry. Shocked to your core, you fall down on your knees, screaming in pain again when your hands brace your fall, making the raw skin of your fingertips stretch and burn.

You're suddenly aware of your injuries.

Memories rush to your mind. And they're real.

They're very real.

"No, wait. Please. Please. You're okay" he says, lowering himself to the ground in a heartbeat, his knees touching the cold floor, keeping as much distance between the two of you as possible.

When the door springs open and you see Si Ghost rushing over to you, his eyes tormented behind the mask, you ignore the pain in your body and quickly crawl back, dragging yourself away from him, not hiding the fear in your expression.

You can't hide it, even if you wanted to.

You don't realize you're crying until you taste it in your lips and, even then, you don't even dare breathing. You're not blinking, staring at Ghost in complete silence.

Funny. Crying will forever remind you of it.

"Please, you're safe. You're okay" he assures you, his voice rough and shaky. Ghost shifts forward slowly, but the tension in your shoulders makes him pause.

"I won't touch you. I promise" Ghost murmurs, keeping his hands on his thighs, in full display. "W-we were tricked. A mole planted evidence against you, but we found him a few days ago when we brought you here. I'm so—"

You burst out laughing.

"You're sorry" you crackle. "You're sorry".

"I won't give you any excuses. Price told me he was certain, and I— I had to do my job. Please—"

"Stay away from me".

"Please. I didn't want to do it. I'm so sorry" he pleads, his hands flat against the ground. "I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Johnny and I. You won't forgive us and we know this. Lovie, please".

Your laughter turns into sobs the longer he speaks. Lovie. It sounds so ridiculous right now that even if you're terrified of him you wish you had the strength to strangle him.

Alas, the lack of fingernails makes it difficult.

You press yourself against the bed, unable to stand up, unable to look at Ghost as he stares at you. You can just shake your head, your shoulders never relaxing, your entire body coiled with pain and grief.

Perhaps, if this was a few days ago, you'd be making a silly joke so he doesn't feel so vulnerable. You would've kissed him and played with his blonde eyelashes until he rolled his eyes, and playfully smacked your hand away.

Ghost moves slowly as he takes his mask off, leaving it on the floor in front of him. His eyes are downcast, his blonde hair messy and you can see he's been barely eating, however long you've been here.

He looks like shit.

Now, mask or no mask, you don't know this man.

taglist: @euphoricn @lilg101010 @enfppuff @carolchaotic

styling decisions bc this reader is traumatized as hell. and no, no forgiving.

it'll stay for a bit. you'll be noticing the change in reader's emotions through it!

[slushie2awesome6969]

my mental health is totally shot and my friends are starting to show genuine concern for the first time in forever but that’s okay at least I’m still cute 💋

[seraphdreams]

Not much goes on upstairs besides that glam core glitters and pinks, spending, sex but occasionally y’all can be smart. The bimbo persona is how you trap men

T

eh? that’s so not true! it’s okay if you’re falling for me, i won’t tell anyone! i’ll keep it a huge secret ! but, you wanna know what i’ve heard about men like you? especially older men?

[sopafia]

[lunatheartist22446]

teheee he's very "awesome" :D

(thank u so much for mentioning me pookiiieeee)

(@i-ate-your-dog-srry :D)

SINCE Y0U DARED ME T0 ASK Y0U S0METHING.. UHH DRAW H0WDY BEING SUPER AWES0ME SAUCE. MAYBE..

There you go - Howdy being SUPER "awesome"

[final-milf-ratchet]

Songs mentioning blue eyes are fantastic when you wanna daydream abt crossfactional relationships. Likes yeah baby you love them but they are an autobot (blue eyes) so your love is curseddddddddd

[tusksforhire]

There's a specific segment in CYSM that i can't tell you guys about — Yet.

But two OSTs that makes me think about it a lot is The Prowler and JR'S Mangle theme/London Bridge

The anxiety... my god.

[another-delta-lover]

[emesis blu spoilers? Kinda]

Me: I'm not THAT into crazy maniac fictional male characters, am I-

MY GAY ASS WHEN:

I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY I LOVE EMESIS BLU HEAVY 😍😍😍😍😍😍

(imma regret posting this... When it's late I'm waayyy too out of my mind, so ignore if I post random shi)