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yumethefrostypanda · 1 year

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Leah x Ghost

WIP snippet, this is just an idea sketch 8)

WITHOUT MY RAMBLING: (...) A small icebreaker what got them a bit closer was the interesting jokes Ghost rarely spoke. No one really got it, or laughed. Untill Leah heard it for the first time in a full room whilst Ghost was telling someone his joke "Two goldfish are in a tank..one turns to the other 'You know how to drive this thing?'" ..for everyone to hear. Leah burst out in laughter, her first genuine cry laughter since they found her. She laughed so hard that tears were starting to flow down her cheeks, quickly putting her hand flat against her mouth from embarresment of not being able to stop laughing. Everyone had a smile on their face. Especially Simon, smiling behind his skull balaclava. His brown eyes following her frame as she waved everyone goodbye with her free hand as she left the room, still laughing. (...)

A small icebreaker what got them a little bit closer was the silly/weird/dad jokes Ghost rarely spoke. No one really got it, or laughed/found them funny Q_Q.. untill Leah heard it for the first time.. in a full room with 141, Laswell (etc.) whilst Ghost was telling someone his interesting joke (idk yett, how or who or what let alone the joke.. halp, would he even tell a joke in a full room tho? he must have reason right? maybe i'll even change the whole ass setting WIPP). I like his jokes tho, esp; "Two goldfish are in a tank..one turns to the other 'You know how to drive this thing?'." Leah burst out in laughter, her first genuine cry laughter since they found her (months later after being held captive for 6ish years, underground WIP). She laughed so hard that tears starting to flow down her cheeks, quickly putting her hand flat against her mouth from embarresment of not being able to stop laughing and (almost) everyone had a smile on their face (or something argh idk yet). Esp. Simon, his smile and soft (short?my brain is fried)chuckle behind his skull balaclava. His brown eyes following her frame as she waved everyone goodbye with her free hand as she left the room/area, still laughing.

But just imagine ^_^ Thanks for reading! Hope u like it.

Some quick facts about Leah: - Female - Early/mid 30's - Halfblood - Height; 160cm - Hair; brown - Eyes; brown - Occupation: Trauma Surgeon in training in the end she will be the field surgeon for TF141/under Laswell's command.. she has no military experience (yet) tho, but i got it 80% worked out how it's gonna work :3 Seeing Ghost learning her how to use a sidearm in later stages *_* - Was in a serious relationship with John Price (in one/this universe 8)) - Went on a fieldtrip with other students, got caputered and used/abused for her/their skills (heavy WIP) - Was pronounced dead a year later, police reports seemed believable - Laswell received an audio file -from one of her contacts- 6ish years later. On that (short) audio file she heard Leah in distress, calling out for help.

No faceclaim for her yet, but i'm leaning towards Tifa Lockhart from Final Fantasy VII, since she's my fave female fictional character.

©Square Enix. FFVII If u want to know more about my OC Leah Vos (who is barely alive rn as in, me too busy and not serious enough to finish it since i lack writing skills.. but i like the thought Q_Q) my askbox/dm's is open :) I got the blue print/story in my head for about 80%. There should be a snippet of Leah x Ghost and Leah Vos x John Price on my tumblr somewhere.

Well then..

#leah x ghost #my oc: leah vos #my story #wip #simon ghost riley #call of duty #modern warfare #reboot universe #might delete/hide later 8)#my mind takes me places #yeet #yeahh be sitting on this unfinished story for almost a year now #and now we got reboot Ghost #which we see/hear way more of than OG Ghost ..the feels Q_Q #my head be spilling #byee

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inkskinned · 3 months

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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."

i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.

the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.

mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.

later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.

sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.

but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.

i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.

every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.

wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?

the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:

he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.

every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.

mahler's fifth still makes me sick.

give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.

give me back what you took from me.

#nosebleed club #sorry stephen not ur fault #just like. thinking #writeblr #spilled ink #warm up #every time nat is like - oh let me get that for u #im like .... this is a trick right like ur gonna be mean now bc u did something nice rn #so obviously if ur being nice now either u did something mean and im about to learn about it #or you're going to BE mean #or ur gonna hold this over my head forever and i'll never get a nice thing ever again?#and every time nat is like .... babe i just actually like u #lesbian jesus story is 100% real btw. she also told me not to be an event planner #literally changed the shape of my life

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palestinegenocide · 3 months

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Everyday I think about Gaza

When I go to bed, warm and comfortable. I think about the freezing people in tents who barely have scraps to keep them alive

When I take a shower, unafraid of the water stopping or going cold. I think of the people in gaza who havent showered for months and barely have clean drinking water.

When I watch my brother play with his race cars and my sister with her dolls, I think about the children, who despite all their hardships still find ways to smile and play

When we sit down to eat dinner, never having to fear food on the table the next day. I think about the starving mothers who can't feed her children and the older siblings walking miles to feed his siblings. I think about the people who died of starvation. I think about the people of gaza

When I go to my school where my friends chat and my teachers teach, I think about the universities demolished and the aspiring students who are no more

When my parents leave for a few hours and I take care of my siblings, I know they'll be back in a while to take over. But what about the teenagers turned parents? What about the orphans caring for toddlers? What about the children in gaza

Every day I think about the hopeful people of Palestine. The brave people of Palestine. The relentless people of Palestine. The stubborn and beautiful people of Palestine.

When I look at my house, the buildings, the sky, the water, my family, the lights, the sun, the internet, the food, my school, my friends, the children, the parks, the birds, the cats, the toy stores, the supermarkets, the bustling crowds, the heavy traffic

my world so full of life...

I think about Gaza

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panthermouthh · 8 months

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And I said, “Hello, Satan

I believe it’s time to go.”

#my art #southern gothic #been too depressed to create anything but I’ve made this today #the little rhyme has been in my head for a few weeks #spilled ink #I guess do people still use that tag for poetry or am I old lol #I’ve been writing in my journal pretty much daily and sometimes spitting out little poems like this #not much energy for art #so I’m not gonna pressure myself to keep it up #I’m just gonna enjoy the fact that I made this #I hope ur all well <33 #the devil #by the way this isn’t meant to be fan art of Robert Johnson #but it’s inspired by him and the stories of musicians who sell their souls to the devil #I am still thinking very hard and have mostly drafted a cornstalk fiddle comic #god knows how long it’ll stay in a notebook haha #my comic #comics

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dumplingsjinson · 7 months

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Character A separates from Character B to take a breather from the kiss, only to laugh in surprise when Character B starts pulling them on top of them.

"What are you doing?" they question, straddling Character B; feels Character B pressing against them. They blink, swallowing heavily; it doesn't take much for them to understand what that means, as they cautiously grind their hips down against Character B's, testing the waters.

Character B's hands sneak up their torso, hands cupping their clothed breasts, massaging them gently as Character A lets out soft little sighs and breathy moans, hips quickening with speed; ducking down to bury their face on Character B's neck every now and again out of embarrassment and to muffle the noises they were making.

"Wait, wait, wait," Character B breathes out, holding onto Character A's hips to stop them from moving. Character A sits up, looking down at them, heart skipping a beat at the way Character B stares up at them with hooded eyes. "We shouldn't be too loud, yeah? How about we go somewhere else?"

#based on personal experience lmfaoofeneklnwf #bc one anon asked me to spill the tea so UHHH #his family members were in their respective rooms and the walls aren't sound proof and considering how noisy i was last time... welfnwelkfn #we ended up going to some park which is like a 10-15 minute drive from his house to hug and makeout #i'm pretty sure he wanted to Do Other Things but in my head i was like “this is a public fucking place so absolutely not ewlkfnwelkfn"#like i'm pretty sure he had other intentions with the context i've given in the prompt lol #cat guy chronicles #writing prompts #prompts #dialogue prompts #smut prompts #suggestive prompts #otp prompts #writing scenarios

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lone-nyctophile · 7 months

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I always think about how similar humans are to each other on a fundamental level. We all feel the same core emotions but differ tremendously in the way we respond to them.

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sketchy--akechi · 1 year

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safe room

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mysecretwindowuniverse · 2 months

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Season 1 | Oswald + The Dons

#Gotham #oswald cobblepot #sal maroni #carmine falcone #season 1 #so much ink could be spilled about oswald's /fascinating/ dynamic with the dons #and this gifset definitely highlights a specific component of the interactions #unfortunately i haven't been able to properly articulate the jumble of thoughts in my head into something even remotely legible #if i'm ever able to translate thoughts-to-text i'll loop back and write it all out #gotham rewatch #my gifs #mine

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graywensdays · 2 months

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My mother never made her bed.

Yet I was expected to make mine.

My mother never listened to me.

Yet I was expected to always be an open ear.

My mother likes her tea bitter.

I like my tea sweet.

My mother didn’t solve her problems.

She passed them onto me.

I’m nothing like her yet without her there is no me.

I am drowning in the deepest body of water.

She stands on the shore, watching.

Its not about what she does,

It’s what she doesn’t.

#literature #spilled thoughts #book quotes #poetry #stuck in my head #booklr #books #book qoute #literary quotes #mother #spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poem #writblr #writing #writers and poets

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edgarallanpoestan · 11 months

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sorry that i cant listen to scum by lovejoy without thinking of genloss. as if its MY fault that "i feel ive reached the end before ive reached death" and "youll still flinch when his blood pool touches you" and "maybe hell be jesus. maybe hell be jesus this time" and "i know its stockholm that youre stuck on" and "all i could see was horizon. that claustrophobic horizon" and the abrupt shifts from gentle to aggressive

#bee buzzes #generation loss #genloss #lovejoy #literally might take up web weaving solely bc of this #like. i have a web weave in my brain i have an animatic in my head i have a dozen fics spilling from my fingers that dont exist yet #but fuck if this combo specifically doesnt do smth to me creatively

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whereismyhat5678 · 4 months

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HOLY. SHIT.

I don’t even wanna separate these?? TAKE THE WHOLE SHEET I’M SO PROUD OF IT WHAT????

I was playing around with expressions and OMG, I think I unlocked something???

It was mostly from yesterday’s post, I liked the way I drew Pizza Head so I decided to try drawing him again (since it’s been a while) AND GOD I LOVE THESE‼️‼️‼️ Seriously started out rough but then I just kind rolled with it! I like it! I like it a lot‼️ 😆😆

Also since I drew Brick yesterday as well, I decided to change the way I draw him, just a bit 🤏

Today was so fun AAAHHH!!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞

#Pizza Tower #Looking at these so proud 😌😌#I was on the coach for what- 3 hours? It was worth it- 💀#I think the way I’ll draw Brick for now on is what he looks like in game but the legs look just a TINY bit like baggy pants #Like have you ever seen animated animals have those legs that look baggy and the feet underneath #I’ve seen it somewhere I know I have but I don’t have a good example…Still I tried to make it look sorta like that-#And I like it! I think he’s looks adorable!! 😄😄💕💕#For Pizza Head I wanted to give more life in his expressions and poses #I think I did it well enough before hand but I want to express MORE of it #Like the better parts of it- Him looking smug him looking angry him looking annoyed etc #I like the one I colored and the one where he’s singing to himself- THAT one I had fun with he looks great 😂#I also like the one where he’s doing a raspberry #I did that one without a sketch!!#I’m basically trying to focus more on the expressions I think. I had the most fun with them and that’s the thing that made me realize I #need to put more life into him. He needs to be flexible #Sorry if I rambled to much- 😅 Just spilling my ideas. Hope you don’t mind 😂#Doodles #Pizza Head #Brick #Gustavo #Gustavo and Brick

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inkskinned · 2 years

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i am writing a poem about the stars, on a computer made from earth materials. i am writing a poem about the metaphorical concept of the stars, using my real human body that has minerals from the big bang.

people often say - the brain named itself! and isn't that a wiggly little fact. the serpent that swallows itself. this is the name the brain wanted. the brain invented the language to name itself. invented communication to relay it.

i am resting my wrist bones because they hurt, and i experience pain with a brain that has named itself. not mine, though - someone else's brain named my brain, and then someone else's body taught my network how to refer to itself. at some point the electricity from one person's information encoded my matter into knowledge. if i think too hard about what it means to know something, i get vertigo.

there are pieces of each person floating around in the air, and will be for always, so long as there's atmosphere. and in the water, too. i like the word miasma. every so often i will catch a smell on the wind that reminds me of - something, like if i could just smell it again, i'd remember something important - and maybe that is evidence that some particles of myself have already floated off my past to find myself in the present.

i am writing a poem about stars in a body made from stars. so stars invented poetry. stars also invented how cliche it is to talk about being made from stardust. other stardust creations are bored of reading about how we are all stardust.

i keep thinking about images from telescopes and about space stations. i keep thinking - if we're the children of stars. well how about that? a tiny part of the stars named each star. we looked back at our ancestors - siblings? cousins? - and we realized we couldn't help but love the up. space, from whence we came. we found an echo in ourselves about the beauty of the moon - some part of us remembers what it was like, maybe, to be big and glowing too.

to paraphrase carl sagan: we are how the universe observes itself. how easy it was for us to love it. we invented poetry about it because it was so lovable and big even the brain-that-named-itself couldn't really grasp it. and even poetry can't touch the horizon of it. the universe has no shape and no edge.

but here we are, still: all of us. something the universe has managed to collect.

#spilled ink #warm up #getting nona the ninth out of my head please wait while we recalibrate

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kenneduck · 5 months

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Me: Stop being sad.

Also me: Spends today thinking about Link and Mipha’s love and the fact he can’t properly grieve it because he cannot remember all of the memories of their relationship.

It makes me sad.

I’ve been coping with thinking about how post-AOC Sidon travels home. It’s after BOTW, and Sidon went missing for a few months along with other champions (and Tulin lmao) With his return, Link is emotional as he reunites with Sidon. Link was beyond stressed and worried over his missing lover. He hasn’t left Zora’s Domain in weeks since he got word of his disappearance. Once emotions settle during the reunion, Sidon gets to tell Link about how he went back in time and saved Mipha and all of Hyrule. He saved Link. Even if that Link wasn’t his Link, it made his heart happy to save his love from the grief he went through before.

And Sidon is so melancholic. He got to see first hand Link’s love for his sister. Her giving Link the armor after he saved all of Hyrule. The two sharing a kiss. A future between them that gets to finally exist. Something he knew from her diaries and from older Zora’s stories, but something that he deeply understood now.

As Sidon recaps this, Link is looking up to Sidon emotionally. Sidon too seems upset. But more so guilty, Sidon witnessed first hand what had to be lost for he and Link to love one another. That maybe what the two are doing isn’t right.

But Link shushes Sidon. Finally getting a word in for the first time after Sidon’s retelling started. That Link is beyond proud of Sidon for saving Hyrule. For saving Mipha. Saving him. Link can’t help but cry after this point. He thanks Sidon for giving Link a happy life. In both of his lives. Who Link was then isn’t who he is now, but he’s so happy to know that both past and present him get to love who they love surrounded by friends and a family they found. That it extends beyond him, too. So he’s incredibly thankful for Sidon. And that he loves him, and he won’t stop loving him.

Sidon can’t help but to kiss his Hylian lover. One he’s desperately missed during his travels. One he felt guilt over, but that washed away with Link’s affirmation. Now, Sidon just feels happy. Overwhelmed, but happy. He knows Mipha is happy, and he can’t wait to tell the domain what transpired.

#I’m coping I’m sorry.#I imagined his earlier and it’s been stuck in my head #I like to imagine Mipha’s point was made after Sidon’s return from AOC.#I know TOTK makes no mention of AOC #but I see the events of it giving Sidon a closure to his mourning #that and he wanted to give Mipha a more beautiful resting spot. At a spot he saw she and Link share happy moments at when in AOC.#and then there’s Link who doesn’t remember everything from his past #but he can’t help to cry at the happiness he feels knowing that there’s a him who gets to live happily how he would have #and that current Link also gets to live so happily in the present too #but Link still hates Zelda’s dad #and Sidon came clean about losing a fight to Revali #And that Mipha said she was happy for Sidon and Link’s love #cause let’s be real Sidon spilled that tea he is terrible at not saying his love for link.

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marina-grace · 3 months

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i told you i wouldn’t care, i said it in my head and i meant it. too many chances i have given you only to be left disappointed in the end. it doesn’t matter if i didn’t tell you what was wrong then, because i don’t need you to change to become the person i’m looking for. no, i need more that that. i don’t need a pretender. i deserve a partner who naturally suits me. love shouldn’t be hard. and if you’d cared a little more, pay a little more attention to me, to what i care about, i wouldn’t have to tell you when something’s wrong. even if you didn’t know, you would’ve asked, you would’ve noticed. and to me, that makes a world of difference.

— do you know why i left you behind? if you don’t have the courage to ask me why, i’m better off with someone else.

marina grace

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vash-in-the-void · 3 months

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More of this wonderful fic by @madnessmadness

In reference to a specific scene in chapter 19 (click for better quality)

“I come undone as I am properly cycled for the very first time.

It's like priming only it lasts, it's like the vanilla extract but softer, sustained. and it starts as an unfurling between my legs and hitches up my center through my guts into my chest. Like a can opener. Molten. Like microwaved butter poured into my abdominal cavity as my insides fall out my body, all the way out, wide wide wide an unwinding three fold, outward, down, an unnatural drawing out sensation.”

I took some artistic liberties with the whole scene - I got brain blasted by this image while reading and had to put it to screen

More close ups since idk how to export the image in high quality

#i would've had this done in two days but instead it took me upwards two weeks because of the body horror #there would be more but my procreate file cant handle it (and i wanted to be done with it finally T-T)#angel vash #he sure is going through it #i know its more like his guts falling out and i also imagine him like almost turning inside out like when you open up a mango #but this image wont leave my head #of his insides just being pure energy at first and spilling out the same way you cant stop light shining out of a lightbulb with your hands #becoming eden #vash the stampede #vash fanart #trigun fanart #body horror #vashposting

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r0ttkins · 4 months

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doodled my fav homosexual girl boy couple as a warm up to work today

base under the cut

#one piece #doodle #art #shitpost #yasopp #chaser yasopp #op banchina #yasochina #banchiyaso #banchina one piece #banchina #THIS IS FOR YOU MY 3 YASOPP AND BANCHINA FANS!#OR MORE THAN 3 cuz- i just hope im not alone #young yasopp #young banchina #if i wasn't a C student i would make those tags long time ago #they are just by now just my lil dolls in my lil dollhouse~*rips off their heads and spills ketchup*#love those idiots

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