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ghouljams · 7 months
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can you please take us back to the beginning? from where it all started?
what did ghost do that made price decide ‘yep, imma ship you out with the horses’ and how did price mention goose before ghost met her.
I have been dying to write some Price and Ghost fic. I wanna do some fae au stuff for them too, but for now we focus on the cowboys. So here it is. Ghost tells Price he'd follow him into hell, and Price asks if he'd follow him to safety too.
"You're not renewing your contract," Ghost has never been keen on beating around the bush. Price is used to that, used to the sharp look in his lieutenant's eye that asks 'what are you keeping off the record and should I do the same?' There have been enough times that they've had to scramble in the dark without the cushion of military contracts, everything less than official in order to achieve the impossible, that he should have expected the look.
"I'm retiring," Price tells him, tugs open the corner drawer of his desk to fish for a cigar. The scrape of wood echoes through his office. Simon fidgets, a short flick of his nails against the pads of his fingers that is quickly stopped by Ghost's clenching fists.
"Retiring," Ghost repeats, feels the word out like he's never heard it before, "didn't know men like us retired." Price hums, clicking his lighter with a growing frustration, fucking military grade bullshit. Ghost flicks his lighter on, and holds it out for his captain. Price takes a moment with his cigar, letting the flame burn just a little long before Ghost flips the lid shut.
"When's the last time you slept?" He asks instead of rising to the obvious, if self deprecating, bait.
"Last night." The answer comes just a second too quick. Practiced. It's a standard question from the psych eval Price knows good and god damn well Ghost's been lying on for years. The kind of scars he's got...
"Really?" Price isn't asking, he lowers his cigar and exhales heavily, feels some of the tension melt off his shoulders, "I didn't." Ghost doesn't blink.
"Don't see how, they just keep makin' the barrack beds more comfortable." He jokes, the deadpan tone a distraction from his underlying agreement. Price would bet Ghost hasn't had a decent night's sleep in years. It won't be any better with him gone.
"Your contract is up about this time isn't it?" Price slides a folder to the side, flips up the edge of Ghost's papers. Same date stamped at the top as his own. It's been like that as long as he can remember. There's never been any question of what was going to happen on that date, except this time around. "What're your plans for that?"
"Renew." Ghost says without an ounce of hesitation.
"Without me?"
Ghost freezes. Price can almost see the gears turning in his head. A new captain, one he can't trust, one who doesn't know who he is or how he works. A new captain that might bring in new people, who might decide he's too much work and have him transferred out of counter terrorism. Who might not let his psych slip pass, who might discharge him for any number of things Price has let go over the years.
Ghost is a good soldier because he trusts him. Someone new? After what happened chasing down Hassan and Makarov, it's anyone's bet how he'll play. Those betrayals still hangs fresh over all of their heads.
"You like animals lieutenant?"
"Animals, sir?" Ghost's head tips forward ever so slightly, the smallest breech in his rigid posture betraying his confusion.
"My wife's family owns a ranch stateside. Would save me the trouble of lookin' for an extra hand if you wanted to change careers." Price leans back in his chair, "Good place to spend your retirement if you like animals."
"When'd you get married?" It's not the most elegant topic change, but it's also not a "no."
"Soon as I saw how shit the barracks were," It's the truth, but it sounds close enough to a joke that anyone else might think it was, "Got a kid too, Goose, you'd like 'er." Ghost grunts, breezing past that one, though Price knows he's carefully filing the information away. Mind like a bear trap that one. There's nothing Price has ever known Ghost to forget.
The two men regard each other across Price's desk. There's a level of trust between them that's carried them to this point, past every roadblock. It's not something that can be built up over night, nor is it one the affords requests lightly. Price has asked a lot of Ghost over the years, both of them understanding that the only way out was through. Now they stand at an impasse. One of them leaving, the other hoping they'll stay.
Ghost doesn't know what he'll be if Price leaves. He doesn't know what he is when he isn't this.
"Simon," Price appeals, leaning forward, "Let me do this for you. Let me get you out before this job kills you. The ranch is nice, it's quiet, you'll have your own place, work. You can sleep there."
Ghost is silent for a long moment, his eyes dark, clouded, as they stare Price down. It's anyone's guess what he's thinking. The conversations they've had- Price knows as well --no better-- than anyone that Ghost lives his life waiting for this work to kill him. He can't bury him again. Can't mourn Simon a second time when he knows he could have saved him. Price couldn't be there last time, but now? Today? He can try.
"I'm not babysitting," Ghost says finally. Price smiles, feels the tight anxiety in his chest loosen a little.
"Who? Goose?" He chuckles, shakes his head, "Doubt you'll get the chance to meet 'er, but I'll make sure she knows not to bother you."
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hollowsart · 7 months
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I finally got around to drawing this guy!! I've been meaning to draw him for so long, hdjdvsfj, but here he is!! Doctor Strange of Earth-4622!!
When you're 4'5" and the local 8'8" magical furry mutant that you get your magic books and trinkets from thinks you're irresistibly charming and won't let you leave his shop without leaving a few kisses on your face. (@bunny-j3st3r )
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quackkaz · 8 months
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Logan : Virge, what do IDK, LY and TTYL mean?
Virgil : I don’t know, love you, talk to you later.
Logan : Okay, love you too, I’ll just ask Roman.
Virgil : …
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final-milf-ratchet · 3 months
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TFA Jazz and Prowl sneaking out for "meditation", knowing no one will want to join them, and having the wildest, most passionate sex every time,,
I need you to know how hard i wheezed at "au naturel" as a way to say they're doing it raw,, also i admire you pun skills.
The two of them just keep going at it, and one morning when Prowl's stretching he swears he feels like his plating is.. swollen a little. but Jazz doesn't seem to notice, so he doesn't say anything. a week or two later though ? he's definitely swollen. impossible to miss now, considering how skinny he normally is. But it takes Jazz dragging him to Ratchet for them to have a positive verdict.. they really have a bitty problem. maybe, even, a dual bitty problem..
(My pun skills are the result of years of secret government training, creating the most underappreciated jokester ever made 🫡 I can walk into a room and make every person there groan with how bad my jokes and puns are. )
Bumblebee: where do you guys go all the time 🤨
Prowl: 😶‍🌫️
Jazz: uh... Meditation?
Bumblebee: boring! Forget I asked 🙄
Prowl and jazz: 😇😇
Listen prowls all about that nature stuff! I think jazz shows up with a condom meditation day one and prowl looks at him like he's stupid. You can't connect with nature if you're using a rubber. Idiot. (Prowl just likes creampies)
They do actually meditate! They just take 'bonding' breaks in-between meditation sessions 😉😉 making sure they really get know each other. Intimately.
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Prowl and jazz always stretch together, it is an important part of exercising and meditation! Making sure your joints are loose and all that. And then, one day prowl notices it's getting a little, harder to touch his toes (ped-tips? What would you even call this part of their feet??) No one says anything, but he assumes he needs to cut back the energon a little bit...
And then a couple weeks later jazz watches him struggle for a few minutes before (gently) suggesting they go talk to ratchet. Prowls got a little bump, only noticeable when you really look for it...
Ratchet is SO MAD
He knows these fuckers know how to use a condom!!! He has a stock of them just to be sure!! And what does prowl go and do??! GET HIMSELF PREGNANT!!! Out of all the bots he thought he had to worry about Bulkhead and Bumblebee knocking each other up but turns out the real enemy was PROWL!!!! (He says all of this while marching around taking stock of what they need to get for prowl to have a healthy pregnancy)
And now everyone knows they were sneaking out to frag whenever they said they were 'meditating' bumblebee is .5 seconds away from a breakdown when he realizes prowls been getting laid every single day.
Optimus is also .5 seconds away from a breakdown but that's because he's thinking about them having to deal with prowls pregnancy on EARTH with only RATCHET as a doctor and ratchets not even trained in maternity care and theirs TWO SPARKLINGS and- and!!! (And then he faints. Poor Optimus it's just going to keep getting worse for him. As soon as prowl gives birth and jazz lets him hold the twins, Optimus falls head over heels for them. He is best uncle.)
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misocupnoodles · 6 days
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that time i drew everyday and got arlecchino
(bc drawing every day is my summoning ritual)
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(insert reel for day4)
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tadssstrange · 3 months
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Oh boy-
Did I actually drew my au idea??
AND IT IS AN HUMAN AU IDEA???
OH BOY-
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"may Harmonia bless us"
TW! Crappy drawed blood under the cut!!
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"-I wish Betty was still with us"
"-hush Juno. We need to hide."
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gothamghostwhispers · 14 days
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[ @alvisgate ]
Artem wipes the sweat from their brow and looks around their apartment. Everything was finally fully cleaned up.
Everything that could be salvaged has been, and orders to replace what could be replaced have already been sent out.
Still doesn’t stop how empty everything still feels…
It’s not even just the seeing the holes where something Should Be, the space itself doesn’t have the feeling of their magic anymore. Spells like that, that are meant to last take energy to make and maintain it could, energy that took time to recover and build. Beyond that some of the woven pieces physically took weeks to make. It could take months to ward their apartment to the point it was at before.
But it will get done.
A small silver lining: less stuff makes it easier to rearrange everything. Their old room is now the kids room. Having three small mattresses pushed together was impractical for them but- now each of the kids gets their own bed in the shared room-they know they made the right call.
Now with everything cleaned up and rearranged it was time, they sent a crane to Alvi reading
“everything is cleaned up, ready for Selene and her supplies if you’re free?”
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blarefordaglare · 3 months
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day 14 - Blood stained tiles
But with a faired-twist
Today is Valentine’s Day so no way ima make it angsty >:)
…or am I?
Horror flashed across the veterans face as he watched the once lively wings pulse slower and slower. The floor was slippery with blood and broken tiles, and once again, it reminded him just like the island. Fifty people passed on the day he left, then his uncle, and now his father predecessor. 
“Old man,” Legend scrambled, at a loss for words. The others were a few rooms away, they would be here soon. He could still live. “Don’t worry, the others will be here-“
“Hey,” The Hero of Time looked up, his eyes distant yet focused, “Don’t worry about me. I did my job, I am no use to Hylia anymore.” He slightly tensed at the last sentence, knowing that even if it wasn’t fair, the Goddess is brutal. She will always be brutal. 
“No! We could-“
“Stop.” He commanded, “I’ve lived a long, adventurous life. Traveled through time, met my past and my future, a wonderful woman,” his chest rose and fell even slower, drifting off into peace, before he slowly lifted his ring to his lips, giving it a light kiss, “And soon to watch over my precious daughter come into this world.” 
Legend fought off tears, he wasn’t going to cry. He was going to stay stoic -don’t feel, don’t feel- his face gave a tense blank expression as the other took his last breath.
“Tell Malon I love…” A slurred ‘h’ followed before the hero drifted off into an eternal sleep. Legend’s face slowly cracked until his strength crumpled like a thin layer of clay. 
A scream of anguish wracked through Legend as he watched the older’s wings turn to dust. Pathetic hero, rang through his head, you chose to love, and look where that got you? 
A terrible fate for a hero indeed.
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Hola :3
Ya got any angsty Gov hc’s 👁️👁️ If so may we pls have some 🫴🫴🫴
**you don’t have to**
Hola! Do I ever not have angsty Gov hcs-
(Implied/referenced physical abuse, PA and VA are not nice in this, mild references to trauma and a strong dosage of insecurities)
He's ambidextrous because he was forced to be. He was originally left handed, but thanks to the way things were back when he came into existence, he wasn't allowed to use his left hand. Virginia would tie his left hand to the table or chair so that he wouldn't try to write with it. Gov learned quickly to stop that, though his handwriting was really shaky with his right. When Gov tried to eat with his left hand during one dinner, an already angry Penn took out his anger on him and broke his hand to get him to stop. Even now that the idea has eased out of existence, Gov is scared of doing anything with his left hand in front of Penn or Virginia.
Also, though his handwriting with his right used to be shakier earlier, that has changed and the trauma of being forced to not use his left means that his hand starts shaking terribly whenever he even holds a pen in that hand. He can type just fine with both hands on a computer though, since that he mostly learned himself with a bit of help from Mass, who wasn't really so damn stupid as to stop him from using his left hand. Now, the only hint that he's not naturally right-handed is that he struggles to write his 's', 'z' and 'e' s (since these are tough for because of the angle they're written in, or at least that's the case as far as I know)
He doesn't think he's worthy of anything unless he works. He thinks food is a treat given to those who work very hard so that they can continue to do the same and that sleep is a reward he is undeserving of because it is only for those who don't have as many responsibilities as he does [guess who told him these two things]. He thinks that he can only take a break if it is justified - which means when he has overworked himself to the point of falling sick. He never rests because it stresses him out more to try and relax than to just continue working, since he always feels like he has too much pending incomplete work to not stop doing it - he doesn't actually, those lazy people at the White House just keep pawning off their work to him and he doesn't even realise it. He goes days with only coffee and water since he feels that's all he should get since those are intended to help him work better anyway.
Also - his entire existence has been connected to a use, to a purpose for which he was created. As a result, he feels worthless and useless if he thinks he isn't fulfilling his purpose - which is to work for the people. He's also really scared all the time that if he doesn't reach the high expectations everyone else places on him all the time, he's going to get replaced and thrown away. He's really insecure about this so he keeps on trying to prove himself by striving to do better and better, and falling into a pit whenever he thinks he failed (which is a lot).
He has trauma from all the wars he's been in but doesn't realise it. Nor does anyone help him either. Neither does he ask for it, because he was never taught that it was okay to ask for help. Rather, he was told the very opposite. He gets scared and flinches at sudden loud sounds, and wakes up from nightmares in a cold sweat, but thinks those are completely normal stuff.
When you're born in a fire, you think the whole world is warm. But when you're born alone, you find the fire cold. (I make little to no sense here just ignore this) Gov was born in the middle of a war, and he was left alone to his own devices for most of the time; so fighting is all he knows how to do properly, and loneliness is his closest companion. He doesn't have any friends either; with everyone either seeing him as the people of the government who keep making terrible decisions (and so blaming him for it) or just as someone to use for their own benefits (something which has worsened his trust issues a lot too). But he doesn't think he needs any either, since that's not required for his work, and he's been taught by a less than good at being a parent Penn and Virginia that he shouldn't do anything other than carry out the role he was intended for.
He's also not used to getting anything without working for it. Florida got him a gift once and had meant it as a joke but Gov got so emotional over it and kept asking Flo why he'd gotten him something since he couldn't remember what he'd done to deserve it that Florida started feeling guilty (a rare moment) and just took him to Loui's home for some good food since that's the only way he knew how to comfort him. [He gave Gov a break for exactly 2.4 days]
Speaking of emotions, Gov doesn't know anything about then. He was never allowed to feel, or express his feelings either, and so he never learned anything but anger (directed at him from others) and fear (of others). All the emotions he has learned about over time, he hides behind a mask and a trained diplomatic voice. No one, not even the people who should be able to, can tell when something is wrong with Gov - especially since they all think that he's just always stressed, and any time he shows some other emotion is just a variant of this stress. (NY, NJ, Mass, and Utah eventually realise something is wrong, but that's a long and far way ahead in the future.)
Speaking of stress, that's all Gov knows truly. Stress, coffee, work, and headaches - the four constants of Gov's life, with the added touch of being yelled at by someone for something he isn't to blame for ever so occasionally enough to be daily. That and pain. It's all he's familiar with.
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I've got many more, but I think this is enough for now so I'll stop here. Let me know if you'd like more though, I'm always willing to answer even if I don't do so until quite a while after you send the ask (but I love receiving them so feel free to send more asks). Btw I think this is the first time in a long while that you've asked me for headcannons without there being an ongoing conversation about these blorbos of us already, so that's there😂 /j. Sorry for the rather long wait to get this answer, but I hope you like it!
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marvelfamquotes · 2 years
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Billy: When I was younger, Mary told me that the paper strip that’s in the chocolate kisses were edible and I ate them with the chocolate for a year.
Freddy: They are!
Billy: FOR REAL?
Freddy: No! Why did you fall for it again?
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ushukthehollower · 10 months
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Was super busy today so here's another slightly older one, sorry for the change in quality ^^. Very loosely inspired by this fanfic The horror of our love - squorsh (I read it after I started it and added some references by the end)
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Plus a little extra that is much more inspired by the fic under the cut.
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homunculusakajae · 2 months
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THIS TOOK FOREVER‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Anyways, have some royalty!D’arce for your troubles :)
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So, basically, D’arce is a rouge (?) knight who serves and protects Le’garde’s kingdom/empire. What I mean by rouge is that she has more freedom and authority than others (*cough cough* royalty!Cahara *cough cough*) as she has a very important and high status in his empire. She is still in love with Le’garde (it’s one-sided sadly 😔), just a lot less. I think that’s all I’m gonna say, next person will either be Enki, or Le’bitch.
Btw, I need a name for both empires of Le’garde and Ragnvaldr, so if you have any suggestions, you can either repost/reblog or comment/reply to this :)
Have a good day/night pookies‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️
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wood-row · 21 days
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Connor smoothes the butterfly stitches over Roman's forehead, gentle as he is firm, lowers his chin to plant a kiss where it hurts the most. His lip comes away bloody, as does his thumb, as Kendall stays determined to leave his mark on the boy.
Roman shivers in his spot; he could nearly be in Connors lap, clutching his tweed jacket with a white knuckle grip, sniffling back year old tears. There's a decanter of whiskey, what Dad liked, on the counter between them. Just the two of them;
Enter, The Forgotten.
Enter, His dog.
Roman looks up at him with wide, fearful eyes. Connor looks more and more like their Father, wise, hes grown well into the grey hairs, the carefully trimmed beard; the still anger behind those crows framed eyes, lurking, it's all he can see.
"Dad," Roman gasps, lowering his temple. Connor rests a gentl hand on his back, feeling the way his bones shake.
"Dad, I feel like I'm seven."
Or five, he's never been good with his years. He's always been told how mature he was for his age.
"Roman," Connor breaks, voice trembling. Is this how Kendall left him? A boy, with broken skin and bleary eyes?
a righteous anger overtakes him, hand balling into a fist as it presses Roman close to him. Feels the boy tense up, bracing himself, but the hit never comes.
Connor pulls away, then slowly stands. Roman is by no means five, but he's still unnervingly light, always had been, and he moves his arms to latch to Connor as he picks him up, shuffles across the dark room in search of the couch.
"It's alright, Rome. You're safe here." He lowers him onto the couch, sits beside him, comforting.
Roman wails.
The phone rings.
"You're safe here, Rome."
Enter, The Eldest Boy.
"You're safe."
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quackkaz · 5 months
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Logan : Did you buy eggs like Thomas asked?
Patton : Even better!
Logan : What did you—
Patton : *holding a chicken* Her name is Fluffy!
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writersagony · 1 year
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Writing Prompt 44
Whumpee whimpered on the floor, their pulse drowning out whatever words Whumper was saying to them.
In their mind, they were somehwere else. Anywhere else. With Caretaker, maybe. Though that was a possibility they didnt dare hope for even in their wildest fantasies. Across the world, where they knew people might help them. Might listen. Might even understand, connect with them.
Their tear-streaked face hadn't moved from where it had been staring at the floor until a hand roughly clawed at their chin, forcing their eyes to meet Whumper's.
"Tsk, you know better than to try to run, Bunny. Even if it's inside your own head."
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blue-florist · 1 year
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Yk what I think would be rlly cute? If all of the Robins after Dick just picked a new bird, keep the colors or nah but the aesthetic doesn't change. Just so many cute bird names.
Better idea: They start out as Robin and THEN change it to NEW BIRDS!!
(I got a bit creative)
Exibit A: Dick aka Bluebird
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I like it cuz it's A LOT of blue and tips of black while Dick's costume is VERY black with tips of blue. Ig he can do whatever since he never had a tradition to follow since he MADE the tradition, y'know?
Exibit B: Jason AKA Woodpecker (the Red Headed kind!!)
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Ok let's be realistic that no way Jason would name himself some bird, but idk it could be like a nickname for him, just to include/annoy him :)
Exibit C: Tim AKA Cardinal (THAT SOULD BE HIS NAME WTF UR OLD NAME+ THE FIRST NAME OF THE GUYS THAT TRIED TO KILL YOU??? STUPID AND UNCREATIVE GO GET SMTH DECENT)
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I love my boy Tim but I think we can all agree Tim "Detective better than Batman" Drake is pretty dumb choosing names (wth was "Drake"???) so instead I am doing as any DC fan would do and using canon as a basketball going in the trash. SO TIM'S NEW NAME IN CANON SHOULD BE CARDINAL AND I *WILL* FIGHT AND DIE FOR THIS.
Batgirls in my opinion did very much good in the criteria of names and following an aesthetic so Steph gets to stay as Spoiler cuz it's awesome. Kudos for jobe well done :)
Exibit D: Duke aka Goldfinch (or Gold, Goldie, Finch, y'know the drill)
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I love Duke but I am renaming him cause "Signal" is a little too much to the left for me, back some steps up babe. I LOVE Goldfinches and since they are Backyard Birds and just active I think they fit him being in daylight.
Exibit E: Damian (???) AKA Sparrow
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Idk much about Damian, but for him I chose Sparrow, specifically (image above) the Eurasian Tree Sparrow, cuz 1) it's cute and 2) it's not native to America, to still kinda represent the roots he has on his mother's side of the fam.
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