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starlightvld · 4 months
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(Additional sketches by @kibagib of scenes from chapter 5 of Broken Bones and Shattered Hearts, my angsty ghostsoap fic. Snippet of chapter 5 is below [spoiler-y parts under the cut])
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John grits his teeth against a wave of longing as he stands and slowly walks across the room toward the embodiment of everything he's been both hating and missing all these years. The embodiment of everything he's lost. Simon goes preternaturally still, perhaps sensing John's change in mood as he stops less than a foot away, his gaze scouring that familiar broad chest.
All the old scars are there. He knows the stories behind some and even treated a few of them himself in dark alleys or cold safe houses, but others — especially the most vicious of them — are still a mystery. 
I was scared of losin' you like I lost my family.
Ghost was never one to share much of his past, and Soap, though he might've pushed things when teasing or bantering, had never crossed those lines Ghost drew for him, even during those nights when he thought maybe... just maybe... Simon was coming to see him more often than Ghost. 
There's so much he doesn't know.
He tells himself he doesn't want to know, but the lie chimes a sour note in the chaos of his mind.
A few new scars peek through the dusting of blond chest hair, and John thinks maybe it would be worth the pain to learn them — one last night with the man he'd thought forever lost to him, one last rush of feeling before Simon leaves him again. Because despite Simon's assurances, despite all the words shared between them today, the leaving still feels as sure to him as the changing of the seasons or the rising and setting of the sun.
The trust is gone.
But everything else?
It's all there, pushing up from that deep ocean and pressing against his sternum like a boulder pinning him to the ground.
His chest hitches with a shaking breath as he reaches out and rests his palm between Simon's pecs. A corresponding soft rush of air over his face is the only indication the touch affects Simon at all. The silver disks that state name, number, and blood type sit just above his fingertips, and he frowns as he realizes there are more disks on the standard-issue silver chain that there should be.
He slides his hand up to brush over the Riley on display, and Simon's chest convulses. His hand shoots up to cover John's, obscuring the tags, but not before they're jostled around to reveal a different yet wholly familiar name on the tags underneath.
MacTavishJ C
He jerks his head up to finally look Simon in the eye, but Simon has turned his head to the side, blotches of color forming high on his bare cheeks.
"Simon," he says in a low and disbelieving tone. "Are those my tags?"
Simon still doesn't look at him or respond, but he does drop his hand. John stays still. Waits. It takes a few seconds, but Simon finally glances over at him.
His curt nod is like a kick to the chest. 
John's breath leaves him in a sharp exhale, and the boulder bares down on him as he looks down at where his fingertips touch the silver disks — the tags he was told were lost during his final mission. He'd come into the hospital without them, setting off a chain of endless paperwork for Price.
"Ye've had them? All this time?"
"Just... just wanted to have somethin' of you. In case..."
"In case I died again and they couldn't bring me back?" 
John whispers the question even as the hope he doesn't want — can't afford to indulge — digs in like a splinter in that hollow place inside. Simon hums, and it's answer enough to have John clenching his jaw to fight the pressure behind his eyes.
"We weren't owt in the military's eyes," Simon says in a low rumble. "They woulda sent 'em to your family. And I knew how much you hated those fuckers. Well. Almost all of 'em."
"But ye kept 'em even when ye knew I was still alive?"
Simon doesn't respond. And John... 
John frowns as logic bullies its way into those warm feelings. "Wait... Ye mean to say ye've been wearing these for years? What if ye were injured and the medics didnae know which one to use? We're no' even the same blood type, ye wee radge! If yer vest gets damaged or removed before they can see it, ye could get yerself killed—"
"Negative," Simon interrupts. "O positive is safe for B positive blood types."
"But—"
"If you want 'em back, just say so," Simon rasps. "Otherwise, they stay where they are."
Simon looks away. His whole body is coiled tight like a spring, as if he's bracing for another barrage of angry words from John. And John should be angry. Simon has been wearing John's tags all this time like some sort of fucking military widower, when he was the one who destroyed everything they were to begin with.
Fucked me up seein' you die like that.
Light begins to dawn as he puts the pieces together.
"I'm no' fucking dead, ye bastard," John growls, though the words don't have the bite they should. Instead, his voice is graveled. Desperate. "I'm right here. I've been here all along."
When John's hand slides up and grips hard at the back of Simon's neck, Simon whips his gaze back to John, and something clicks into place in his stance and expression. Perhaps it's the familiarity of the action. Perhaps it's something about John's face, though he can't begin to imagine what he must look like — can't image what the information that Simon has been wearing John's tags next to his own for three and a half fucking years has done to his expression.
He's so tired of fighting. So tired of the anger and grief that's festered inside him for years. It's not gone. Far from it. But standing here in front of the only person he's ever truly loved with his whole heart, his need outweighs his caution.
And maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe it never mattered. If he's destined to live a tragedy, what's one more crack in the pieces of an already shattered heart? 
Right now, all he wants is one more night and damn the consequences.
His fingers curl tighter around Simon's neck. Simon drags in a shaking breath.
Everything clicks into place like no time has passed at all. The white t-shirt falls to the floor, and Simon's hands are gripping John's waist before their lips even meet.
The world explodes into light and heat...
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cyberkombucha · 9 months
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new draw your ship prompt just dropped!! cot3 nation i missed you
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siennaditbot · 10 months
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Might have to warn you that I'm getting heavy The Kiss Bet/Olivara brainrot so beware
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When the hoodie is more like a halo covering his angelic head😇
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seokwoosmole · 8 months
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Hwiyoung wearing a nightgown & rowoon playing THAT role (I’m being vague so I don’t spoil - if u don’t know what I’m talking about, watch ahn hyo seop’s newest drama) in the same week has fantasyland in such a frenzy and I love it.
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chubtaro · 1 year
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i wanted to draw kak wearing a bikini, but i also wanted to draw these mfers making out so i did. i also wanted to make it a bit eroi and i did that as well
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totallynottinsel · 1 year
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WoooooO Self-promo cuz it’s officially my 10th venti asmrrrrr 🏌️
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angeltism · 7 months
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me btw .
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justabunchofdragons · 2 years
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Sorry for all the asks,,, I finished season 13 and I'm being so normal the normalest I'm super normal abt it mhm anywho hope you're doing well I love you!!
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OMG EHHEHEH >:DDD i was so so asleeping when u sent these but AAA im so glad u had fun !!!!!! now u must join me in the pain and misery of waiting 12 months
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scoups4lyfe · 2 years
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Their fking reactions to a random dude running in 💀💀💀🤣🤣🤣🤣
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MOMOI
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I fkjng LOVE Y O U
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He rlly just says his usual line I’m gOne
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eventually--darling · 2 years
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OMG!!!!!!!
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saintlesbian · 2 years
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CHALYNN KISS AND SANTE KISS???? WE STAY WINNING LADIES 🎉🥳🎉
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tired-demonspawn · 2 years
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SK8 SEASON 2 AND AN OVA LESS GOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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willlmesh · 6 months
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SF-A2 MIKI SYNTHV ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
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totallynottinsel · 1 year
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I SHALL SHARE MY THOUGHTS 🏃‍♀️ thamk you @the-gayest-sky-kid for prompting me to start sharing my aventi thoughts
These’ll be from my version of the explain my ship in 5 minutes
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There’s like so many height results that pop up for each two SO I just went with the first one I saw and I genuinely the idea of venti being 1 inch taller then him and I have no idea why
Obviously we know venti’s 2600+ but personally I do agree and love the theory that Aether is 3000+ or at least 500+ AND WHEN HE TELLS VENTI THAT FACT MY MANS JUST OVER HERE LIKE 🧍‍♀️
Sexuality wise their both gay icons— tho gender wise: just like me Aether has no fuckcimdheiwkw IDEA what his is, but I agree he definitely leans more into he/they Demi-boy for sure. NOW VENTI- I have a lot of different ones… 1 is the wispti form, Agender 100%. 2 the Barbecuetos/Archon form which I have a hard time guessing- it gives off major non-binary/androgynous icon vibes. THEN Venti/dead bestie form really do be giving off also he/they Demi-boy but also gender-fluid (which I do think a lot of the gods could be but ye whjsxukeisw)
(This is definitely a headcanon I love) I do agree with Aether tends to be the big spoon cuz he most likely struggles with some form of abandonment issues and is deep down scared of losing venti too, though anytime he has a nightmare (probably insomnia as well) venti offers to be the big spoon instead to comfort him
SERIOUSLY Venti absolutely uses really cute and creative pet names for Aether, (Windblume being the most used) and Aether I think would use more common ones but I really love the idea of him using Starlight or something like that whhsusuxhwjsiwm
They both seem pretty extroverted but also like having their alone time (or just the two together sorry paimon 💃) Aether I think would probably chill somewhere outside and enjoy the scenery and venti would most like be sitting on his hands and I will leave it at that
Venti absolutely is gonna have his way with words and mostly show his affection through them, but (taking off the traveler being really quiet thingy) Aether shows affection through actions like say giving him a thoughtful gift/cuddling/hugging/definitely playing with each other’s hair — I won’t underestimate my boy tho he for sure pulls out smooth pickup lines randomly and it works flawlessly
Sometimes when I look back at old events I see things venti said and like.. THEY STRAIGHT UP SOUND LIKE CONFESSIONS BUT GO OVER HEADS ENOUGH NOT TO NOTICE WHJSXYIEJ- I honestly think either one could confess tho, both are just waiting to see who will do it first
I FEEL LIKE AETHER WOULD BE ME AND NOT WANNA KILL THE BUG CUZ HE’D FEEL BAD AND JUST START SCREAMING WITH VENTI IN THE CORNER TILL PAIMON COMES AND EATS IT
Venti drives dvalin and Aether drives the boats simple as that
Aether is basically Gordon Ramsay and venti isn’t as shit as Ei but there’s probably a reason he lets Aether do it all
You know they definitely hold hands in public 100% of the time AND THAT THOUGHT IS SO CUTE AND WHOLESOME ANSHISUWU— I do think they both really like showing affection in public with no care in the world (Which now I think about it gives off that typically Cringy just-married couple in their 20’s who touch noses and have pet names like shnuckums SHNUCKUMSNSJW WHO MADE THAT)
Going back to Aether having abandonment issues I do think he’s definitely protective of venti in 2 ways: 1 being from people in general or anyone he deems weird or dangerous that he could get emotionally hurt from, and 2 THE POOR BOY PROBABLY TRIES SO HARD TO MAKE SURE VENTI ISN’T HURT IN COMBAT IF HE TAGS ALONG BECAUSE HE’S A CINNAMON ROLL THAT NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED. and venti i’d say is a normal amount because he knows Aether can handle himself perfectly fine - but will possibly chuck his lyre and someone if they hurt his also cinnamon roll husband in any shape or form
Personally I think Aether leans more to the side where he doesn’t have much experience romantic relationship wise- especially if he’d just been around Lumine for like all his life and never got to settle down (that we know of), Venti really doesn’t either but he’d probably take and learn a lot of tips from the other gods/adepti/beings who did have more knowledge, pretty much like a little brother asking their older siblings for advice ✨
NoW on a normal day Aether’s need for speed is like- how a normal person’s should be but when he is ready to hit the gas and absolutely go he probably loses that cinnamon roll role LIKE WHEN THAT SWITCH IS TURNED ON THERE AIN’T NO GOING BACK 🏃‍♀️ I’d say the same for venti but just with the addition of being a massive simp (GET YOUR NO HORNY BATS)
Aether’s the definition of awkward and venti doesn’t even know what that word means
SO like I’ve said, the jealously not in a bad way, venti’s just the needy one who needs attention like a tiny hyper Chihuahua puppy and if Aether hasn’t given him any in more then 24 hours then he’ll be a angry tiny hyper chihuahua puppy spinning around in circles till he falls over or trips. And I don’t see Aether getting jealous at all honestly
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WNHSJSIW OKAY I’LL STFU NOW THANK YOU FOR READING IT WAY REALLY FUN TO SHARE 🤸‍♀️ ima bouta morf into a tiny hyper chihuahua puppy after all that
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solarisgod · 10 months
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At the past midnight, most dead and all plaguing, there Micah remains within the rotten heart of the abandoned house. Hand in blade and flashlight, side by the side of their newly companion of strange dreams and shadows    —    Nox. Either they had chosen to accompany Micah to the greater darkness or for their own curiosity, Micah does not mind the company while they must perform a small Miracle, as ordered by the Break Beyond Force. Although this place does not bear a sense of a home, few humans had reported something unnatural lives here. A Metaeidos, the Saints sensed. Micah is still trying to figure out its variant type while they continue analyzing the cracked walls and creaking floors, these forgotten memories in dust covered shapes and dying colours. Rain falls, holds a haunting melody, a dark reminder there is still life outside.
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Then, time flickers along with space. the noises from the world itself becomes more quiet, only the breathings and heartbeats are heard    —    fast, heavy, what does not belong to Nox or Micah — 〝 We shouldn't stick around here, 〟 @mimeticry breaks the raw tension, their gaze on Micah who grits their teeth at the sounds familiar and unfamiliar at once, as if they are from the house itself. Micah returns their shadow companion a glance, gripping their sword. 〝 i have to go further, 〟 they say, voice more softly given than Nox's, yet, everything here sounds so loud, still     —    flash of lightning tears through the reality in a second. ( not once then, the sky does not scream. ) Micah thinks it's too late to leave. 〝 The Metaeide. They don't ever rest until they are dealt with effectively, but it's okay, 〟 they try to assure Nox, the darkness.
〝 I can handle them, 〟 their sword glows white, light ruining.
〝 I always do. 〟
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