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Boyfriend!Johnny being drunk in his apartment trying to open his phone so he can get off to a photo of you, but he fat thumbs his password too many times and locks himself out

cut to him trying to sloppily draw you in his journal from memory. graphite smearing on the side of his hand as he tries to sketch you, poor chubbed up cock forgotten because, “Naw, tha’ nae right— got tae get their lips right”. he wakes up a couple hours later face pressed to his journal with a nonsensical picture of you, a little drool on the page

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Kiwi!Gaz? 👀

My heart breaks a little every time someone makes Gaz a cat in shifter AUs! When he is so fucking bird coded. :( like c'mon, you're gonna make the man who is so pretty and definitely uses his looks to get girls anything but a bird? Gaz would be so happy doing a lil dancy dance and fluffing up and showing off his feathers for the pretty birdie he saw with her friends in a bar.

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let me argue (all in fun and respect), I think it might make sense for a bird hybrid to possibly fall out of a helo. Especially if it's A) his first time, or B) he's not used to it. Idk if this is logical but I feel like it'd be a bit disorienting. Being up in the air but he's not the one flying (not with his wings at least). Maybe riding a helo would be like a person learning how to ride a bike. Or maybe he is just so used to supporting himself while flying, that he didn't consider that if he stepped a bit too far out of the helo that he'd just fall.

My heart breaks a little every time someone makes Gaz a cat in shifter AUs! When he is so fucking bird coded. :( like c'mon, you're gonna make the man who is so pretty and definitely uses his looks to get girls anything but a bird? Gaz would be so happy doing a lil dancy dance and fluffing up and showing off his feathers for the pretty birdie he saw with her friends in a bar.

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Magical Girl!Sparrow and Evil King/Demon?/Lord?!Gaz. But specifically Magical Girl!Sparrow inspired loosely off of Machimaho: I Messed Up and Made the Wrong Person Into a Magical Girl! Where Rory doesn't fit the stereotypical magical girl personality type. Sure she's definitely got that upbeat vibes to her. But she curses like a sailor, has a heavy southern accent and probably prefers to use her fists over whatever magical weapon given to her. (But imagine her magical girl weapon being a shot gun 👀) Shows up to the battle in a sparkly jean skirt, and cowboy inspired thigh-high heeled boots. And a bedazzled shot gun that can destroy a building with one shot.

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My heart breaks a little every time someone makes Gaz a cat in shifter AUs! When he is so fucking bird coded. :( like c'mon, you're gonna make the man who is so pretty and definitely uses his looks to get girls anything but a bird? Gaz would be so happy doing a lil dancy dance and fluffing up and showing off his feathers for the pretty birdie he saw with her friends in a bar.

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Because I didn't go to the library today, and instead went to Daiso to get Sanrio stationary that I didn't really need, I didn't get any writing done. And I'm like too tired to do anything serious. So I was thinking of doing some silly stupid headcanons. I'm thinking maybe what would be my OCs dream villagers on animal crossing and then maybe their pokemon teams? Any other suggestions? Maybe I can also do what their favorite Sanrio characters would be as well?

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This is what good friends are for. What a happy Easter indeed. u-u

Oviposition content??? On my dash??? Oh, okay 🤭

Listen man if there’s a kink with a marketable toy? Soap is partaking. He owns one of those knotted cock sheaths also.

And uhm. I also definitely haven’t been considering a sort of ancient mythology au where you’re cast into the pit where the naga dwells, a man cursed by the gods to have the bottom half of a serpent, with the expectation that you’ll be killed and eaten by the beast— only it happens to be the season that makes his normally cold blood run hot, his hemipenes unsheathing as soon as he catches a glimpse of your soft body, his forked tongue peaking out to wet his lips as he runs a hand through his unkempt Mohawk

Who said that

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Bird hybrid!Gaz, tending to a little thing with a broken wing. (Might have been his fault when trying to catch the darling thing) Feeding the agitated little thing and cooing gently, even as their feathers are ruffled and bristled up on the one good wing. The other splinted and resting gently on a pile of pillows and commandeered bedding from the other men. He's been wanting a little mate after all.

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getting cold feet before marrying Gaz and when you confide that in him (because you’re adults and you communicate), he realizes that you’re just bothered by the idea that everything just seems to be happening rather than you being pursued. so he makes sure you’re fully aware of how little choice you have in getting married to him.

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Happy egg day! I'm currently debating if I want to spend today writing a mini piece for Flight Risks -and Pleasures-!AU about eggs...harpy!Gaz and Sparrow spending today hiding eggs in a different way...

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Did I miss out on the decision that April is gonna be Gaz's month? Cause all of sudden he's everywhere. And I love it. Can we maybe also make May Gaz's month as well? ...and maybe June too? and July...Fuck it! Spring and early summer is now Gaz's season. Gonna push this to congress to make it happen.

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Soap x Minecraft AU cause i can

+ his concepts

i really dont know how big this'll be but im having way too much fun with these AUs

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Minecraft x CoD Designs by @druap !! They're so cool TvT EnderWither Ghost makes me explode <333

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more bull gaz on my twt or butterfly app ;)) https://x.com/sleepmybeloved1/status/1911781863989104739 https://bsky.app/profile/sleepmybeloved1.bsky.social/post/3lmrqih65z22b

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😭😭🤧 why is my brain like this!? How To Train Your Dragon Two and Johnny on the brain spits this out?

What if Johnny married his high school sweetheart and then got a report of her passing in a car accident after he joined the SAS? What if?

Now it's been over a decade since his loss and he still wears her wedding band on his dog tags. He's a captain. His team knows better than to ask about her. He no longer prays to any god, only his wife.

For a few years now he and other SAS teams have been running into a soldier who wears a stylized venitian mask. Fucker manages to slip between shadows like they are portals and not a coalescence of missing light. They are always in the way, blocking exits and preventing shots. Every sub team of the SAS has a betting pool and a map with a host of pins marking sightings.

Finally a member of his team manages to corner them and knock them out. Captain Tav (because only his friends call him Soap) holding the mantle of responsibility, unmasks the thorn in their flesh, to find his long dead wife. She's breathing. Warm under his hands. Alive.

She never answered any of his prayers because she hadn't died. This was no cruel twist of fate. This was hate. The sparkles of grey that twinkle are the light that shattered the illusion.

Someone had taken her, stolen his wife. Held between him and his wife were all the years that he should have had. Years to hold her, to love her, to notice when her greys started to shine through as her eye creases deepened with sunshine and with love. Stolen.

He scooped her up with more gentleness than he even offered to the dogs that haunted the far flung bases his boots had trod. His wife had come back home to him. Captain John "Soap" MacTavish had never been a man to forgive. He buried his problems in the earth and forgot where they lay as the flora covered the evidence of the evils done against him.

When they came for his wife... They would discover all the macabe and titillating ways his superiors had taught him to draw out death and ensure that not even a sin eater could save him.

His wife would wake, fear in her touch as she stared at the man her husband had become. But the devil in his eye, and the solemn testimony he gives soothes her. John, her John, had pledged to wink out the sun if only to make her smile.

He would have saved her sooner, he said if he knew he had been robbed and left with only an empty grave.

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You guys know I love me some angst. And look at what found its way onto my page. :}

dialogue prompts for ~injury~

!!please credit/tag me!!

“Shit. Shit, shit, shit, c’mere.”

“Someone get the medic. Get the medic!”

“Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay.”

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“No. No, stop. Stop talking like that. You’re gonna be fine.”

“Okay. Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do—fuck.”

“I know, I know it hurts.”

"I don't care. I'm not leaving you."

“I’m going to lift you up, okay? Tell me if it hurts.”

“Where are they? Where are they?!”

"I would believe that you're fine, but you have a goddamn knife sticking out of your leg, so."

"You just watched them die."

"This is going to hurt, okay?"

"God, I'm so sorry, it'll be over soon, I promise."

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

"Stop. No. Wake up. Wake up! I said wake up!"

"I came as soon as I heard."

“Get away! You’re hurting them!”

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“Shit. Shit, that’s a lot of blood.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

"Help them! Please!"

"You scared us all back there. I... Including me."

"[name]? [name], this isn't funny. Stop... please..."

"Breathe... breathe. Look at the stars, kid."

"It was supposed to be me... please, no, [name], please..."

"Tell me where it hurts, and be specific."

“You’ll be fine.” *silence* “You’ll be fine. Hey! Wake up! Please. Please wake up…”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

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How do your OC's sleep? Is there a specific way, place, object? Do they sleep hard or just wide awake until they black out? Do they snore or drool or sleep talk? They have a special blanket, or toy, or ritual to help sleep?

I've already written a small piece about my OCs's sleep habits and schedules. But, since I like thinking about silly non-important facts like these, let's revisit my old headcanons and add onto them a bit :} The old sleep headcanons can be found here. Putting it under the line cause it got long super fast.

Míchéal;

-Míchéal is the type of sleeper where it takes forever and then some for him to fall asleep, but then when he does, he sleeps like a fucking rock. Typicially Míchéal manages to fall asleep around 11 pm-1 am; after his coffee pot has dried up and he has stepped away from his work. He refuses to admit to any of his insomniatic behavoirs or habits. And will throw hands if anyone suggests he lays off of his caffeine intake to help with his sleep. It's unknown if Míchéal has insomina or if it's just his work-aholic personality that keeps him up so late.

-Míchéal does have medication that he can take to help him sleep, or he has a perscription that he can get to help him with sleep, but Míchéal never uses it. He proably doesn't even remember that his doctor prescribed him the mediciation.

-A good way to tell if your neighborhood mechanic needs rest is to check on his caffeine resources. If the coffee pot is being refilled past nine pm, or if he's got more than four open -and empty- energy drink cans on his cluttered work bench please inform Sgt MacTavish of this behavoir so that he can strong arm the mechanic into bed. For his own safety of course. We'd rather there not be anymore incidents.

-Once Míchéal has successfully fallen asleep, it's almost impossible to wake him up. He's out like a light soon after he has allowed himself to rest, and no longer has any type of caffeine fueling him. He's not a quiet sleeper though, he grunts and grumbles. Always just loud enough to be a possible annoyance to anyone sharing a room with him.

-A major reason as to why Míchéal avoids sleep so much -consciously or not- is that he has vivid and repeative nightmares. Ones that he has become familiar with, but hasn't been able to get desensitized to. No matter how many times he has relived the events of his nightmares, he still always wakes up in a cold sweat and a silent panic afterwards.

-The highest amount of sleep he has gotten is five hours. Though his average is closer to only four hours a night. Since once Míchéal wakes up, he is up for the rest of the day. Even if he is still tired, he's pushing himself out of bed, cracking open an energy drink and getting to work.

-Míchéal sleeps in the random tee-shirt and baggy sweats or basketball shorts combo along with sleeping with his socks on.

Sparrow;

-Sparrow is a pretty average sleeper. She doesn't have any real issues falling asleep, nor does she have issues staying asleep either. She takes her sleep schedule very seriously, insisting that she has to get at least nine hours of sleep every night inorder to be able to have a productive day. Saying this, Sparrow tends to go to be around 8 pm-9 pm (never later) and sleeps until 6 am. Though, she can ''deal'' with waking up at 5 am.

-You'd think that Sparrow would be a morning person, since she grew up on a farm with a rooster instead of an alarm clock, and then went into the military which has strict wake up times in the morning. But you'd be far off. Sparrow is the furthest thing from a morning person, and is actually very bitchy and temperamental the first hour or so after waking up.

-It's become somewhat of a hazing ritual for any air force rookies that they have to be the ones to wake up Sparrow if need be. It has also quickly become a form of punishment on base. You better not step out of line unless you want to be being bitched at and degraded first thing in the morning.

-Her alarm clock doesn't get any better treatment. And it is basically apart of her morning routine that she chucks her alarm clock at the wall when it wakes her up. Despite the fact that she herself had set said alarm to go off at the time it does. Once a month she has to replace her busted alarm clock.

-If you want to get on Sparrow's good side in the morning, or god forbid you need to ask for something from her in the morning, it's best if you learn how to make a real good sourthern breakfast plate and coffee. Nothing makes Sparrow more sweet than a nice stack of fluffy pancakes with eggs and bacon, and a nice dark brew of coffee. (Don't fuck up her coffee or her breakfest, or else you'll have to deal with an even more bitchy Sparrow.)

-I lied about Sparrow having no issues falling asleep. Though it's nothing like insomina or nightmares, Sparrow simply can not fall asleep in the quiet. Having grown up on a farm, Sparrow has become accustomed to the constant noise that existed even after night fall. So the quiet of the base after lights out is unnerving to her. She had tried to deal with it the first few months she had been in the air force, but it was quickly decided that she'd be allowed a white noise mechine in her barracks. So now she listens to the sounds of crickets and cicadas to help her sleep at night.

-She sleeps in a sports bra and a pair of sleep shorts. And if it wasn't for that one time a rookie was greeted with the sight of Sparrow in nothing but her undies when he was given the job of waking her up, Sparrow would still be sleeping nude every night.

Icarus;

-Sleeps only a bit worse off than Sparrow. With Icarus needing the help of pain meds and melatonin inorder to fall asleep. His pain and discomfort otherwise has him struggling to get comfortable enough to drift off. It takes a bit for his meds to kick in, so he ends up falling asleep around 9:30-10 pm. If it's an especially rough night, he might not be able to fall asleep until 11 pm-1 am.

-While Icarus isn't really haunted by nightmares from his crashing, he is more disturbed by the feeling of falling that your brain tricks you into feeling when you relax too quickly. Every time he feels as if he is suddenly falling, he jerks upright, reaching around blindly for something to catch himself with. Breathing heavy and his injuries aching more strongly with the memory. He knows that he hadn't really been falling. Knows that he's currently in his bed rather than free falling through the air. But despite this, he still struggles to go back to sleep afterwards. He'd prefer the nightmares, over the sickening feeling of falling.

-Due to this strong reaction to the ghostly feeling of falling, and due to he few times he's had a ptsd attack after falling off of his bed in the middle of the night, Icarus tends to sleep on the ground. With his mattress as close to the floor as possible so that if he does fall off of his bed it isn't that big of a fall. It is barely a fall at all. While it isn't the most comfortable for his injuries, if need be, he will sometimes just sleep directly on the floor. No mattress or anything. It feels safe during his ptsd episodes, and moments where his past doesn't feel that far away from him.

-Icarus has to sleep on his right side, since it is the only way he can rest without putting too much pressure on his otherwise scared and injuried body. While it's no longer so bad that he would cry if there was any pressure put on his left side or front, it is still far from comfortable to do.

-For the same reason that he has to lay on his right side, Icarus has to buy his own blankets to use while on deployment. The itchy fabric of the blankets provided irriate his injuries in a way that he's unable to sleep with them. Though it doesn't really matter cause his blankets only ever cover up his legs, tangled around them and barely giving him any coverage.

-Icarus wears a long sleeved shirt that is a bit loose so that it doesn't cling to his body while he sleeps. He also wears loose fitting pj pants that tend to drag a bit on the ground when he walks. All of which have to be smooth and fine fabrics as to not irritate his injuries.

Dust Mite;

-They don't sleep.

-They just...don't? Instead of actually getting a good eight hours of sleep, or even half of that, Dust Mite takes 'tactical naps'. Which in reality is just them knocking out somewhere for a half an hour to two hours at a time. Never any longer than that. And they might have one or two of their 'tactical naps' a day. The times of which they take these rare naps of theirs is random and usually on the spot.

-It is almost impossible to find Dust Mite while they are napping. Due to their habit of prefering napping spots that are secluded and just somewhere where you wouldn't expect them to be napping in. Some places Ghost (and only Ghost, unless someone accidently stumbled upon the napping pest) has found Dust Mite napping are; in air vents, in an empty gun crate, in a shower stall, under Price's desk, stuffed into one of the kitchen cabnits. Though, when Dust Mite goes missing, Ghost has learned that the first place to check is his own room. 75% of the time, Ghost can find Dust Mite somewhere in his room. And 35% of that 75% of the time, Dust Mite is just knocked out on top of his bed. (If Ghost tucks them in under his blankets, it's no ones concern.)

-It is also only in Ghost's room that Dust Mite ever sleeps for longer than just two hours. Unless Ghost wakes them up himself, they can sleep for up to five hours semi-peacefully. If Ghost is in the room as well, and for some reason hasn't woken up Dust Mite, they might sleep for even longer. Once Ghost wanted to see just how long Dust Mite might sleep if left undisturbed, out of boredom and curiousty. It was after the 72 hour mark that Ghost finally woke them up.

-Ghost dragged Dust Mite to the nurses station after the 72 hour deep sleep. After threatening the nurses with his presence alone, Dust Mite was given some sleeping meds to help. Dust Mite doesn't take them, and actively gets rid of them. Ghost has taken to drugging Dust Mite's foods whenever he notices it's been too long since he last saw the pest getting a good bit of sleep.

-Dust Mite does drool in their sleep, but only if they're actually asleep and not just napping. Sometimes during their two hour long naps they wake up with a bit of drool starting to leak from the corner of their lips. But during their drug induced sleeps, they wake up in a puddle of their own saliva. Hair sticking to the side of their face, eyes crusty from a deep ass sleep, and clothes ascrew. You can tell when Dust Mite had been gotten by Ghost cause they leave his room looking as if they had just waken up from a coma. Or like they'd just gotten dicked down, Soap suggested once.

-Dust Mite just sleeps in whatever they are wearing. They don't even take off their shoes before cronking out. They're still fully dressed up, hat and gloves and all, whenever they take their naps. If they're asleep on Ghost's bed, Ghost will take off their shoes and socks for them. Along with a few other articles of clothing that he doesn't think would be comfortable to sleep in. Which gives Soap more reason to suggest they fucked, when a still half asleep and dazed Dust Mite walked out of Ghost's room in just a shirt and their boxers. Soap doesn't duck fast enough to miss the smack to the back of his head from Ghost.

Dr.Volkov;

-Dr.Volkov treats sleeping like every other aspect of his life outside of his precious work and studies, like a chore he's been burdened with. Even though it's a bothersome task that he must do, he's going to do it as matisticially as he can. Going as far as to schedule every aspect and part of his sleep cycle and when he should be entering what stages of sleep. With it all starting at 7:13 pm when he should be entering the first stage of sleep, (NREM). And then entering REM sleep at around 8:25 pm.

-And just like everything else in his life, Dr.Volkov keeps a orgnized set of records and notes recording and documenting his sleep patterns and habits with the same obessive compulsion as his other studies. Keeping both a physical and digital copy of his recordings. Said documents are kept under the same security as his more import and illegal documents. His paranoia of enemies gaining intel on him influencing his behaviors. Not even his boss has access to these documents. Though she is aware of their existance from observing him.

-Dr.Volkov freaks out over any change or irregularity to his sleeping habits. Either that be taking a bit longer to enter certain stages of sleep, or sleep longer/short than scheduled. Stressing himself out over trying to figure out the reason behind the change. And once he figures it out, which he will even if it takes time away from his actual work, he'll make sure to make note of it in his recordings.

-Something he does not make note of, out of shame and self dignity, is that he tends to purr when having especially pleasent dreams. He has made sure to delete and wipe his computer of any traces of these recording of his embarrasing habit. And feels more shame over the fact that he can not control this habit of his, as he has tried multiple things to stop him from purring. But like his other feline behavoirs, it is out of his control it seems.

-He tends to sleep on his front, so that his tail does not get cramped while he is sleeping. At some point during his sleep, Dr.Volkov ends up cuddling one of his pillows, with a leg and his tail draped over it while he sleeps. This is another embarrasing habit that he has yet to be able to break. And is thankful that no one has seem him in such a state. How it would be if someone was to catch him cuddling with a pillow like he was still a kit.

-Dr.Volkov is the only one of my characters that actually sleeps in an actual sleeping set. One of those satin fabric button up tops with the tiny breast pocket, and a pair of satin pants that stop just above his ankles. A hole cut into the back, just below the waistband, so that his tail may stick out of it. He buttons his shirt all the way up.

Rot;

-Rot has a very broken up sleep schedule. Where it takes awhile for them to manage to fall asleep, unable to fall asleep until after 11 pm at the earliest, and he falls into deep sleeps where no one can wake them up. And yet, Rot is waking up every couple of hours. And then he must wait at least fifteen minuets before they can fall back asleep again.

-Along with his very broken sleep schedule, Rot also has a conflicted relationship with sleep. While he loves it for the dreams of his old friends/family that he has, he also hates it for the nightmares that they have and the fact that they must wake up from their dreams. And the constant waking up throughout the night doesn't make them feel any better about it. He feels like his happiness that he can no longer achieve is being dangled infront of him every night, and that as soon as he starts to feel that lost joy once again, it is all ripped away from them all over again. As every time he falls asleep, they wake up alone without those he had lost.

-Rot is unsure if they would rather never sleep again. Or if they spend their days waitng for night so that they can live in the memories of his dreams even just for a little while.

-At some point during his time employed with kortec, and being paid by them, Rot has gathered a handful of stuffed animals that he carries around with him everywhere and refuses to sleep without. No one really says anything about it, not after the last man to laugh and poke fun at the monster of a man for sleeping with stuffed animals, ended up dead and having to have a closed casket funeral. Now the rest of the men just let Rot do their own thing. Knowing to not touch or even mention the little stuffed friends that they carry around.

-While Rot is mostly silent and motionless when he sleeps. Sleeping like the dead that so many other men believe them to be on good nights. However, on bad nights, no one manages to get good restful sleep. Rot's screams and wails loud enough to wake any man and wake the dead as well. Still trapped in the nightmare that he had woken from, unable to tell reality and the world of his dreams apart as he cries for names that rest in his past. Still haunted by whatever lead to him being pulled into kortec with nowhere else to go. No one else but himself and those stuffed animals he treats like real beings. No one can even tell him to shut up, too far gone, he kneels infront of his stuffed animals with his head pressed against the as he begs them for forgiveness. To not leave him alone. He needs them, please, don't leave him alone.

-Rot sleeps in a hoodie over a tee shirt, and just his boxers.