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phi-guy · 3 months
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as promised. the long awaited temple guard Orym
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asouwan · 3 months
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Vince will defend this behavior
Dialogue taken from this Tweet : https://x.com/ellewasamistake/status/1738707846852968702?s=61&t=qu-9jnw4gxtD018JNskSAQ
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crow-n-tell · 1 year
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KRAKEN MOON KRAKEN MOON KRAKEN MOON
idk octopus just feel very moony. Curious, smart, hiding under rocks, no bones??? That sounds like the moon man to me
I’ll work the design with some lil recommendations I got to make it a lil cleaner but I like him being leggy
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tibby-art · 1 year
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Take Care of Yourself
After their escape from the Shadow Company's looming hunt for their heads, Ghost, Soap, and Jade headed to the Los Vaqueros safehouse on the outskirts of Las Almas. Soaked by the rain, the Scot needed some help with his wound on his shoulder.
Soap isn't the only one who needed help, though.
Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley x Charlotte "Jade" Le Jardin (OC) Word Count : ~ 2700
Warning : Fluff with a slight bit of angst, a touch of hurt/comfort, and good ol' cursings.
Title and story inspired by the song Take Care of Yourself by Maisie Peters
"Soap, where's your wound?" Jade asked the sergeant as she rummaged through her gears. Ghost, Soap, and Jade were standing near the truck they found in front of the church, currently just a kilometer away from Alejandro's safe house on the eastern side of Las Almas. However, now that the Los Vaqueros had been under the Shadow Company's custody, they cannot trust anyone. The three of them were all that they've got.
"Do you have the equipment?" Ghost, who's standing leaning onto the side of the truck asked. 
"Here, fuck… I think the adrenaline shot is finally wearing off." His finger pointed at the bloody makeshift bandage on his right shoulder, sitting on the grass with his back on the side of the wheel. Their whole bodies are wet from the rain, but at least the cold helped with the blood clotting.
Jade knelt down to the ground, observing the wound. "That thing served its purpose, you did great, Soap. Now the bullet's still in there, and we need to get it out and sew it in order to let it heal properly."
"Don't worry." The MI6 zipped out a roll of cloth, putting them onto the grass field to reveal a series of stainless steel tools that Soap could tell were definitely not medical tools. "I can make do."
"Wait, Jade. Isn't that…" Soap nervously glanced back and forth to her and her equipment. 
"Torture devices, yes. But it doubles as a medical kit for emergency situations, which is now." The woman lifted up a scissor, cutting the bloody bandage from Soap's shoulder, revealing the gunshot wound that Graves had inflicted upon him. Soap hissed as she gently peeled the cloth from his skin while staring at the wound underneath. 
"The bleeding has mostly stopped. Now I just need to get it out." She put down the scissor, took her canteen and rinsed the bloody area with water. 
"Aww! Aw aw SHIT!!" 
"Don't be a baby, Johnny." Ghost retorted from beside him. 
"I just got shot, Lt., and it fucking stings like a bitch. Have you ever been shot?" The wounded man grumbled to his superior.
"Many times." He answered, shrugging his shoulders. 
"Beanpole, how about you help me get some lights over here? Don't wanna pull out healthy skin." Jade gestured at the masked man. If he wants to be chatty then at least he could help a little. 
Ghost knelt down as well, pulling out his flashlight and directing it towards the wound. "Now that's better." Jade finally got a good visual clarity, prompting her to touch the skin surrounding it, and opening them up with her fingers. "Alright, Soap. Get ready. No alcohol unfortunately so grit your teeth real hard." 
"Yeah." After the Scot's shaky response, Jade used her forceps to enter the wound, exploring the outsides of the bullet, and took hold of it. 
"Got it. Stay still." As she very, very slowly fished out the bullet, Soap closed his eyes and rested his head on the car, a grimace on his face as he tried to hold in the pain. Ghost only watched in silence as he still held the flashlight up. 
"Aaand it's out." The bullet is finally out of the wound, leaving a little blood trail running down his shoulder which Jade immediately covered with a gauze. 
"Seems intact. You're lucky the bullet didn't burst and broke inside." Ghost reacted to the bullet on the tip of the forceps. "Or it'll be a pain in the arse to find all of them."
"Yeah. All those muscles double as a meat shield I guess." Jade joked as she put the bullet down on the cloth rolls, making Soap let out a broken chuckle.
"All that workout finally pays off." 
"It certainly did." The MI6 then used forceps on both hands to carefully stitch the wound. The wound was not that big, so it only required around 3 stitches. 
As she rolled the bandages around Soap's arm, Ghost started, "We don't know whether the safe house is empty or not. We're on our own."
The ginger responded, "We are. Anyone who points a gun at us, they're hostile. Can't trust anyone unless…"
"Unless?" Soap noticed her pause. 
"Unless someone's still not compromised and corrupted. And if there's one, it's Alejandro." She finally finished rolling the bandages, tidying up her equipment on the floor and putting them back on her gear. 
The three of them stood up, led by the lieutenant, "Alright, let's get inside." 
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After discussing about releasing Alejandro from the Shadows, they were now preparing their gears for the battle that was yet to come. Rodolfo had given them all some Mexican Army rations to fill their empty guts. Hours and hours of running and being hunted by Shadows took their energies out to flat battery. Rudy, Soap, and Jade sat together on the wooden crate inside the warehouse, eating away their meal.
Jade was right, if there's someone who is not corrupted, it's Alejandro, and someone close to him.
Much to their surprise, they found Rodolfo hiding in the darkness of the building. He did point his rifle at Soap, but at least he was still vigilant and didn't take anyone as a friendly considering the dreadful situation at hand. The warehouse was packed full with guns and ammunition in all varieties. It's like a second base for the Los Vaqueros. Surely it's smaller in size than the one Graves and his Shadows occupied at the moment, but it would do.
"Where's the lieutenant?" Rudy started.
"Outside. Probably doesn't want us to see his face." Soap answered as he ate the dried beans. 
"Why does he wear that? The first time I saw him in the car, I was truly scared." The Mexican remembered saying that he's afraid of ghosts in Spanish to his superior upon seeing his mask.
"Then the mask served its purpose. It's psychological warfare. The less human you look like, the more fear you can strike upon the enemy" The only woman in the house told them, "Imagine a big, hulking man with a skull face, coming at you in a full on black attire, with a full sets of skills that can end your life in seconds. I would be scared."
Hearing that, Rodolfo sighed, "Glad he's on our side."
"Right. Or probably he just wants to hide his ugly face." Soap retorted, making the three of them chuckle. 
As she finished her rations, Jade tidied up the plastic containers before standing up, "I'm gonna check on the beanpole. You guys eat away." She patted both of the man's shoulders, which were replied with nods from both men, before she headed out of the warehouse's wooden door where Ghost had headed ten minutes prior. 
As she stepped out in the dark of the night, Jade looked up at the Las Almas sky. This will be a long night.
Got betrayed by Shepherd and The Shadows, Soap got shot, they had to survive a town full of people trying to hunt them, and now after only one hour of downtime, the four of them were about to storm the prison to try freeing Alejandro and the Vaqueros.
Taking on a whole garrison of Shadows in the prison compound with just four people? Sounded suicidal of them indeed, but Jade had seen what these people could do. They're trustworthy.
She's not alone anymore.
She's got people to cover her back.
She had him.
Taking a deep breath, she looked around to find out where the man in black went. She looked side to side to see any big, black shape sitting down, but he's nowhere to be seen. 
And so, she started to walk to the side of the warehouse, finally finding the big man sitting down, his back to her. Accompanied by a single lamp above him that barely gave any sort of luminescence, she could see that his mask was lifted up, the skull plate sitting on top of his head, indicating that he's indeed eating. 
One thing she realized, though, she could see him a little bit stiff on the left shoulder. What confirmed her suspicion was the fact that he touched his left shoulder, before rolling them very very slowly like it's painful to move.
Guess even the Ghost himself wasn't invincible from a bullet. 
"Beanpole." Jade softly called to him. Her feminine voice instantly made the man flinch, but not turn around. 
A pause, "Midget. Why are you here?" He said, for once his deep, raspy voice was not muffled by the mask. 
"Checkin' up on you. You really do like sitting alone in the dark." 
He didn't respond with anything. The woman decided to step forward, making the grass crack. Ghost immediately put his hand on his mask, ready to pull it down to wear it, before Jade stopped him, "It's fine. You can keep eating. I promise I won't do anything." Ghost halted his actions for a good five seconds, before putting his hand down again.
Seeing that he's finally relaxed, Jade closed in on his back slowly to where he sat down on the wooden crate. She could see the back of his neck and a little hint of his hair like this, and of course, there's a tint of blood on the junction between his neck and shoulder, just shy away covered by his black collar that was also ripped apart in the area.  
"You're injured." Jade spoke slowly to avoid startling him too much.
"...Just a bullet graze. Bloody shadows." 
"May I?" Jade asked, and she could see him contemplating, before he lightly nodded. Upon his confirmation, she lightly pulled away his torn collar, finding blood still running down the grazed wound. It's angry red in color, especially being covered by his clothes and his gear the entire time. 
Hearing Jade’s huff, the man inquired, "Is it bad?"
"Bad. Even though Soap had a whole bullet lodged in his shoulder, at least the wound was open to the rain to wash it away. Yours were covered by your collar and plate carrier. Infection will suck." He grumbled in response. He surely thought it was nothing, but it definitely needed some attention. 
"You can keep eating while I take care of this. Put off your gears first." Jade spoke to the back of his neck, and seeing that he sighed, it seemed that he didn't mind. Ghost took his gear off, as he tried to lift the plate carrier above his head, Jade could see him struggling to fight the pain on his shoulder and decided to lend a hand. Without a word, Jade helped lift them up. Judging by his groan, it must be a major relief after carrying that much weight on his injured shoulder. 
After putting the gear down, she started by pouring some water to a cotton wool, pulling the collar away, revealing that the wound is even longer and deeper than she thought. It’s almost half his trapezius. This definitely required some attention. "I'm gonna clean the wound. This'll sting a little.” As she lightly pressed on the wound, Ghost's neck tensed, but he didn’t make a sound, albeit him grabbing his plastic spoon harder that it might snap.
“It’s supposed to be painful, Beanpole. It’s okay if you make a sound.” Jade said with a low tone, not wanting to surprise him, still going on in cleaning the angry red wound. This man is a hard ass sometimes. “At least Soap’s not here to tell you you’re a baby.” the woman retorted, making Ghost scoff involuntarily as he remembered telling Soap the exact same thing earlier. 
“Fine,” He finally relented. “It bloody hurts. The only thing that made it right was that I put a knife on the bastard’s neck.” 
“Hmm. And were you planning to let this thing be a secret?” She gestured at the wound she’s currently tending to. 
Ghost only sighed, "I was going to take care of it myself."
Jade huffed softly behind him, “If you fell down from fever because it's not treated properly, I’m gonna have trouble hauling you up, Beanpole. You’re huge.” 
“I’m not gonna fall.” He denied.
“You will if you let this open wound be, which was your plan, isn’t it.” Jade told him off with a slightly louder voice, stopping her hands from cleaning the wound. 
“I’ve been shot many times before, Midget, and I’ll take care of myself just fine.” 
“But that was when you were alone, Ghost.” Hearing her call his call sign instead of the bastard nickname quite surprised him. 
“I know you can take care of yourself just fine. I know that. I think so about myself too. But we’re a team here.” Jade didn’t even realize that her voice sounded more like a worried mother than a colleague. “You’re our commanding officer, and I know you need to take the lead. All this shite happened on your watch, but despite all of that, I need you to tell me if you’re wounded. I will help. We will help.” Ghost had stopped eating now. She’s talking to the back of his head, but he could totally imagine her worried face. From the tone in her voice, he could also tell that she’s not angry. Concerned would be a better word. 
“I’ve been in this thing as long as you, Ghost, and God knows how it fucks someone up, but we’ve got each other now.” She finally got back to cleaning his wound, “You said it yourself just now, ‘no one fights alone’, and that includes this. So don’t fight alone, okay?”
Ghost took a deep breath. He did say that, didn’t he. She used his own words to get back at him.
Not hearing any answer, Jade pressed the cotton with slight pressure onto his wound, prompting him to flinch his shoulder and exclaim in pain, “Ow! What the fuck!?”
“Okay??” 
“Okay! Fine, Mum!” Ghost finally yielded. “I’ll take your word for it.” 
Jade couldn’t help but to scoff at her new nickname, “Don’t ‘Mum’ me, Ghost. I’m just a concerned friend, that is all.” She retorted, fishing the antibiotic cream from her med kit. 
“Oh, so now we’re finally friends?”
“Yes. What, were we enemies? I’m gonna apply some antibiotic cream, your wound is very long. Sheesh.” 
“Tell me something I don’t know…” He got back to eating his rations. He didn’t like pep talks, but hers actually alleviated some of his burdens. Knowing that someone’s got his back, that he has someone to rely on, that he didn’t have to do this alone… it somehow comforted him.
As Jade pressed a little of the content out of the tube, she thought about the man who’s having his back on her. Hearing that he’s been through a lot of things like her, deep in her mind, she’s glad that someone understands her. And all that she did was understand him. If Jade was in Ghost’s position, who has a lot of responsibilities and burdens on his shoulders, she’d want that reassurance too. The MI6 started to lightly rub on the wound, taking note of covering the entire area. 
“Thanks, for having my back.” He continued, “When I heard Johnny’s coming, I thought I’m gonna need to babysit him for a while. But having you here… It makes things easier for me.”
“...Jade.” his deep voice called to her name, not the bastardized nickname, making her flinch in response.
"hm?"
The woman behind him smiled, “A pleasure, Ghost. Cut off a little slack for yourself, alright? You look like the kind of guy who doesn’t take his own advice.” 
A chuckle, “Seems so.” 
After a while, Ghost finally finished eating his rations, just as Jade finished closing up his injury with the adhesive plasters.
“Abracadabra, you’re healed~!” The woman covered the wound with her warm palm, touching his skin lightly, before covering the area back up with the collar. 
Ghost pulled down his mask, before standing up and turned around to face the woman who patched him up. Lifting her head to see the towering figure, she could see his dark eyes looking back at her.
“Thanks, Midget. I owe you for this one.”
She never heard him speak with such sincerity and tenderness before. She swore if not for the dim lighting, he’d caught her cheek turn as red as her hair.
Well, there’s always a first for everything. “You owe me nothing. Anytime, Beanpole.” 
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“Soap?” Rodolfo called to the man in front of him.
“Hm?” 
“Did, uh… Ghost and Jade have something between them?” Hearing the Mexican sergeant’s question, Soap couldn’t help the laughter from his mouth; he had to cover them from spitting his food.
“You see it too, don’t you?” Soap responded with a chuckle, “To answer your question, no, I don’t think they had something. We’ve only known Jade about three years ago, during the conflict for Verdansk.” 
“Three years ago?” Rodolfo questioned.
“Yes. The lass were called in by Laswell. She’s fierce, I’ll give her that. However, Ghost wasn’t the kindest person at the time, and there were… trust issues among the group. So he’s the one who started the Midget thingy, and Jade responded fairly by calling Ghost Beanpole.”
The Mexican cooed in acknowledgement, getting back to his rations. “They’re very… compatible together.”
“You’re right on point on that, Hermano.”
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Hope you loved it! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
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moonlightsmasquerade · 6 months
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Mirrors shatter when I'm passing, broken glass and crashing Little blurry stars scattered all across my room
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dizzybizz · 1 year
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rei based on a photo i took of my dad last year
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em-doods · 11 months
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A scout
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melsuki · 2 years
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thinkin about bakugo going out on his early morning runs (think 5am). he gets out of bed as quietly as possible and gets ready in the dark as to not wake you up. he would place the most gentle kiss on your forehead and smile fondly at you as you stir slightly in your sleep.
thinkin about bakugo coming back from his run, all sweaty and hot, ready to jump into the shower. he drops off some groceries he picked up on the way, and comes into the bedroom to be met with the sight of you, still fast asleep.
thinkin about how bakugo realises that somehow, you’ve migrated over to sleep in his side. you’ve moved all the way across the large bed, flipped over on your stomach, face pressed into his pillow, drool drying on the corner of your lips. and he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
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nixii-sabre · 19 days
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chat ive got the brainrot BAD. i've attempted to kiss a bracken in game. i think nutcrackers are actually very huggable (MISTAKE). and ohh ohhhhh oh my godddd oh my goddd mIMICS I LOVE MIMICS THERES SO MUCH. SO MUCH POTENTIAL. I . AHJSUXJKKKJJH!!!!!
THE ANGST THE TWISTEDNESS OF IT THE CONCEPTS THE IDEAS GOOOHOHOOOD
I LEGIT HAVE BEEN READING FOUR OF THEM SERIES ON AO3. WHICH YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY READ ITS SO GOOD ITS SO GOOD!!!!
I LOVED MIMIC'S BEFORE. BUT NOW I JUST LIKE THEM EVEN MORE AFTER READING THIS. AAAAAAAAAAA TJE BRAINROT IS REAAAAL!!!
Ngl., Ngl it makes me want to talk about chiri some more. I literally made that stupid guy on a whim and now they've progressively integrated themself into The Brainrot(tm).
I'll probably never make too much lore on Quinnley. Cheerio's the star anyhow <3
oKAY BACKING UP FROM THE OC RAMBLE. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOOOOVE THIS SERIES. IN FANFICTION ESPECIALLY ON AO3 I USUALLY EXPECT A LOT OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES (which I make. often. but they annoy me when i find decent content and sometimes can't understand it). BUT THIS ONE HAD NONE. NONE. NOT A SINGLE ONE. NOT A SINGLE ONE! AND IT WAS SO VERY DESCRIPTIVE GOD GODGOD I LOVE DESCRIPTIONS SOSOMUCH
I think mimics need more love. yeah. In general. GIVE THOSE PSYCHOTIC MASKED BOIOS SOME HUGS AND AFFECTION. YEAAAHHHH WE NEED MORE MASKED UP IN THIS FANDOM!
SCREAMINGCRYINGFALLINGAPARTBEINGTORNTOBITS ITS ALMOST THREEEE IN THE MORNING CHAT!!! THREEEEE! IVE BEEN READING FOR THREE HOUURSS!!! THE FACT THAT IT HAS SO MUCH PACKED INTO SINGULAR/TWOPARTER CHAPTERS IS INSANE. ITS SO GOOD. IT'S SO FREAKING GOOD. I CANNOT EXAGGERATE THIS ENOUGH.
IT'S SO GUTWRENCHING BECAUSE IT'S SO ENDEARING ANDF AJIKXZKLSKSZDCXWCZZ okay im gonna go paass out...
AND THINK ABOUR MIMICS WHILE IM AT IT! AHAJUISJXKE!!!!
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shawsimmer · 1 year
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raayllum · 7 months
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Seems love's got a tighter grip on you than those chains round your wrists. So I'll do you a favour and set you free. / In the name of love, you may perform acts so unforgivable you will never forgive yourself.
1x03 / 1x06 / 5x01 / 2x07 / Book Two: Novelization / 5x08 / 4x09 / 4x07 / 2x06 / Callum's Tales of Xadia bio / 5x04 / 4x01 / 5x09 / 5x08
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fearmeeeee · 4 months
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well.. at least the non groovy is pretty.
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th3-r4t-k1ng · 5 months
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They knew what they were doing with that camel.
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sleepis4theweak · 5 months
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*Bursts through door*
HEY NERD,
Make a coraline oc, For halloween.
OKAY NERD
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HALLOWEEN HAS PASSED BUT HERE YOU GO-
<3 <3 <3
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germposting · 1 year
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