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Sorry for the rant and probs gonna get hate cuz ik this fandom but i had to say this

-This goes to all fandoms, not just Call of Duty-

You are responsible for the content you consume. Don’t like, Don’t read.

i’ve seen a few posts about this but

if you cannot spell or speak about rape, pedophilia or any dark or sensitive topics then maybe don’t talk about it, because purposely misspelling it proves you are not mature enough to talk about it or handle the topic, this isn’t tik tok you don’t have to sugarcoat anything. Yes i am aware these are sensitive (and horrible) subjects and can be triggering but no one is forcing you to read or talk about it.

Me, and a lot of authors, put the content warnings at the top of the fic because that’s the first thing people will see and it is your responsibility to read those warnings if you wish to read a fic, not ours. This goes with Dead Dove: Do Not Eat (DDDNE), a warning or tag used to indicate that a fanwork contains tropes or elements that may be deemed morally reprehensible without explicitly condemning the sensitive aspect. It says what it says on the tin and you still read it, that is on you, not us.

Saying an author is glorifying or promoting a topic and saying they need mental or professional help for writing/reblogging rape or abuse or sexual assault because of their or another authors writings is a stretch, people can and are into some messed up things that to some people can be triggering or disturbing and you can be 100% into something fictionally without wanting to explore it physically.

No one if forcing you to read something you do not like

Same with minors in fandoms, this is a common things and there is nothing you can do about it, yes they shouldn’t be viewing or reading certain things in the fandoms but they’ll still find a way no matter how hard to try and stop them.

Say rape, say kill, no one’s gonna to hate you, if you can’t handle dark topics in a fic, block the author it’s not hard, no one will hate you for doing that and harassing and swinging death threats to a creator because they made something you don’t like is a shitty thing to do, if you don’t want to read a certain trope or topic that’s fine, people have preferences, but trying to start a witch hunt and purity culture campaign over it is not ok. I think sometimes they do it because they want to start hate. Tumblr had a filtering system for blocking tags and yes people find a way to get around that, just block those tags too.

Fandoms are safe spaces for people who like a certain content, yes there are bad people in fandom and areas in a fandom that are filled with disgusting people, but it is a online safe space for people to enjoy the content they like. Fandoms are not for you to try and purify because you can’t be mature enough to block an author for posting content you don’t like.

worrying is like worshipping the problem

AH

@ghouljams @maelstrom007

AHH

TEEHEE DEITY! PRICE SNEAK PEEK?!

Not remotely close to done but I can’t help myself 🤭

I have been demoted :']

Finally getting to this cause I have been absent on this hellsite for a WHILE

The burnout is getting to me yippee

Songs I tend to repeat frequently atm:

1. Win or Lose - Isabelle Simone (she's an up and coming artist, check her out if you like Dark Pop)

2. Wriggle - Cosmo Sheldrake

3. Vantablack - Novo Amor

4. Pork Soda - Glass Animals

5. Which Witch - Florence + the Machine

6. FOXCRY - Rabbitology

Tags: @hunterbunter3000 and anyone else who'd like to join

tagged by @ohgeesoap & @madstronaut !! you’re so sweet thank you for the tag!!! mwah <33

name 6 songs on your repeat playlist 🔁

1. sad girl - lana del rey

2. we can’t be friends - ariana grande

3. older - isabel larosa

4. vampire empire - big thief

5. favorite - isabel larosa

6. carnival - ¥$

npt: @vgilantee @loveyhoneydovey @groguspicklejar @pfhwrittes @syoddeye @secretsynthetic @femalefemur @gemmahale @brewed-pangolin @waves-against-a-cliff @cordeliawhohung @yeyinde @deadbranch @mortuarywriting @violet-phantoms @lordlydragon @ghastlybirdie @h-leigh @jumbojazzcats93 @bernthalslut @quietlyignoringyou @feralforfrank @manticore-fangs @konigsblog @squishycheekanon @sentientcave @xxshadowbabexx @forsworned @tapioca-milktea1978 @titaniasfairy @zittles3000 @luvecarson @luvmeijii @stuffireadandenjoy @lilpothoscuttings & anyone else who wants to do this! (if you don’t wanna be tagged in these pls lemme know, there’s never any hard feelings)

Thanks for taggin' me sugar <3

Me (left) and an old oc of mine for a game I'm working on (right), her name is Belemir

@hunterbunter3000 yippee

NEW PICREW CHAIN :D

wanted to do a picrew because i FINALLY HAVE PURPLE HAIR!!! ahdhbdudhsb!!! i am so happppyyyyyyyyyyyy

here is the link

no pressure tagging: @safedistancefrombeingsmart @a-victorian-girl @sunshineinyourmind @jawnscoffee @popcorn-plots @darkkitty1208 @catlock-holmes @inevitably-johnlocked @helloliriels

Idk but like this is so fae!gaz coded to me and I'm laughing my ass off twirling my hair and kicking my feet, eating this shit UP

calling Gaz your boyfriend at the bar to ward someone off and he hears and goes along with it and you’re like wow thanks :) I’m going to go back to my friends and he’s like oh sure and. Comes With You. Your friends immediately start asking questions and before you can explain the situation he’s launched into a storied explanation about how you met and how you’ve been dating for months and he’s like. Creepily accurate! Drags you into the story with peer pressure and when you pull him aside he’s just like idk what you mean babe obviously I know what your apartment looks like. Let’s go home <3

Bro you cannot just drop prep/jock soap and goth ghost and dip. We need you to give us your brain worms so we can analyze it like a science project

When you have time of course

I will put my worms in a petri dish for you

Soap was an artist! He liked sketching and painting and the act of making art. But he didn't like art essays. The explaining over and over again each detail. Breaking down everything until it felt like a bunch of paint strokes instead of art.

But part of an art degree is a ton of art essays. So Soap went to the museum to write what he needed. He preferred museums to finding art online. A big part of art for him was texture. His preference would've been to touch the art, to feel the paint underneath his fingers. But the assignment specified art from the Baroque period and therefore they had to be older and no museum was going to allow his grubby hands to touch the art.

Soap glanced down one of halls to see if there was anything interesting there when he faltered.

Oh lord.

The man was big. His shoulders. His height. The thighs he had that looked like tree trunks. It was all covered in tight black fabric and silver chains. A work of bloody art himself.

Soap had to hold himself back from wolf whistling.

Once he was done objectifying admiring the man's body, he looked higher up. There was a mask covering the bottom of his face, the only thing visible being his eyes which had heavy eyeliner on them. He could still see the locs of bleached blond hair that surrounded him like a halo.

Soap wanted to paint him.

"You gonna stare all day?" Someone snarked at him and he jumped, glancing at a slightly smaller blond man. He looked at him like he was gross and for a brief moment, he worried he might be about to be hate crimed. The man looked a lot the other one actually now that he was looking closer. Dressed the same way too.

"Aye, what's your fucking problem with it?"

The man's face scrunched. "Ew." He walked away, leaving Soap rather confused but now a bit determined to talk to mystery man.

Pretending to be looking through the paintings, he got closer to him.

Dark brown eyes quickly glanced over at him before glancing back at the paintings.

"Hey. My name is Soap."

"Ghost."

Ooh, he's from Manchester and sticks with his aesthetic. Nice. He'd prefer a not British person, but as far as British people go, he could do worse than Manchester. He glanced at the painting Simon had been admiring.

The Raising of Lazarus by Rembrandt.

"It's a lovely painting." Soap put on his normal charm, acting suave and polite.

"Aye." Ghost gruffed and went quiet again, staring in simple contemplation. His arms were crossed, making already large arms flex.

Soap started to take notes for his assignment. Although he was definitely hoping to score well in more than one ways, he did need to take notes for his assignment.

Ghost glanced over at what he was writing quizzically and Soap answered the unasked question. "I'm doing a project."

"Fun." He huffed and looked back at the painting.

Soap looked down at his chest and licked his hips. "Yeah, it's a good one." He kept writing stuff. "You a college student?"

"Yeah."

"What do you study?"

"Forensics. I'm assuming you're art?"

"Chemistry with a minor in art!" Right as Soap went to mention how funny it was that they didn't share any classes, Ghost interrupted him.

"Wait. Johnny? Johnny MacTavish? We share several classes."

Soap brightened. "Do you dress like this all the time?" There was zero chance he did or Soap would already know his name, address and dick size.

"We have morning classes together. I don't dress up for morning classes." Ghost said decisively. He stretched and shook his head.

How did he manage to not notice the shoulders though at least? The man was huge. He was also several inches taller than Soap and therefore the majority of the class. Maybe if he sat in the back and left later than everyone?

Soap nodded. "Understandable. You look nice."

"Nice huh?" Ghost smiled at him. He could tell cause his eyes scrunched slightly.

"Yeah. Nice." Soap said softly, his chest doing something weird.

They stared at the painting a while before Ghost pulled away to start exploring the rest of the exhibit.

Soap finished up the notes he needed to write his paper and then started to walk with him. He tried to find his opening during all of this.

Ghost stopped at a very specific painting.

ARTEMESIA GENTILESCHI, JUDITH SLAYING HOLOFERNES, C. 1612–1613

The art was... stunning. The red, faded from time and wear, was still beautiful against the white of the blankets.

The women held him down and there was a movement to it that Soap wanted in his own work. His fingers trembled with the want to touch it. To feel the texture of the paint under his fingers. Ridges and bumps and smooth layers of the different strokes.

Ghost hummed. "I don't really get art. It's pretty but some people look at it and it... gives them something. An epiphany."

Soap hummed. "I find touching it helps."

Ghost looked at him, raking his eyes over him. "I see. Do you want to head out then?"

Soap frowned. "Why?"

"You're a piece of art and I'm looking for an epiphany."

Thanks Pinterest

The killing of Palestinians is still going, boycotting is still going

@amal.jamaludin

A thread yall wanna read.

Bless this person for shedding light to their father, and bless the father for changing his way, as many people tend to still deny even given the evidences. May their relationship be mended, amen.

Educate yourselves if you aren't already. Please.

"11,078 and counting have died in Palestine. Never stop talking.

Also this is just the surface, do further research to fully understand the situation.

Also this is just the surface, do further research to fully understand the situation."

Art credit: @flyingkikii

Reposted from @frxchix

The misunderstanding. The yearning.

You're killing me here cap

Chewing on my knuckles and tearing open the walls

I'm so feral for this series

A ppart five of love potion where Soap is forced to watch Simon "serve" Roba?

That is so horrendous and terrible, anon I will literally kiss you on the lips from how much I love this

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Ghost knew that Soap and Roach were up to something. Whatever it was, it didn’t involve him as far as he could tell. He was tired. So tired. He hadn’t been able to sleep in a while. 

That’s why he fell asleep while with his Lady. She had been riding him and he had stepped away from himself like always. As long as she enjoyed herself, that was the important part. Who cared if he drifted away as long as his body stayed… interested?

Ghost felt the sting of the slap. She started to curse in her language and jumped off of him. 

He went to get up, to apologize and take his leave to giver her space, but she shoved him hard on to the bed.

“Stay right there. I have told Roba that running you ragged ruins you. Your performance is pathetic.” She sounded so angry but there was a tinge of concern. Pilar was always the nicer of them and he dimly hoped that maybe this was one of the rare times she stuck up for him. “Stay here for the day. Sleep.” 

Ghost swallowed. “Thank you.”

Pilar scoffed, but she softened just a little. Ghost felt his heart do something funny. It wasn’t like with Soap or Roach. It felt less like his heart fluttered and more that someone ripped into his chest and squeezed his heart. 

“I said sleep.”

Ghost smiled slightly but his eyes drifted close. After a week of nothing, it was too easy. 

Pilar put her head on his chest as they laid together. 

Roba came back from his time away and, despite how nice Pilar was about it, she still had him whipped. He had Ghost kneel down on the floor. “Shame I can’t do this in front of everyone. Your appearance is just too different though. Even if I cut off those fucking ears, they’ll still be able to tell.”

Roba kissed the whip before striking his back. Ghost closed his eyes as pain lanced through that mark. Blood dripped as his skin just tore. 

“You still haven’t found that thing in the woods.” He hit him again, the leather going straight through Ghost. Ghost forced himself to make a small pained sound. If he was quiet, Roba would try to hit him harder or would escalate it. Better to give him what he wants. 

“There ya go, sweetheart. Remember this next time you fail, yeah?” He hit him again. And again. 

Ghost made a noise every so often, but honestly? The pain wasn’t much anymore. Blood spilled and he knew he’d start to feel light headed soon. 

He loved them. 

He loved Roba so much. 

Sometimes, it hurt that they were so much nicer to each other than him. 

When was the last time he had felt… loved?

Ghost let out a sob in to the otherwise silent room and there was a pause. Roba let the leather of the whip trail against his open wounds. “Oh, sweetheart.” 

No. 

No, no, no,no, no,no,noooo,no.

“Poor thing. Stay on your knees.” Roba patted his face. “Feeling lonely lately? Surrounded by us vile humans? Unable to even talk about yourself? Must be terrible.” 

Ghost glared up at him. He hadn’t felt so alone recently. Honestly. Things had become easier with Johnny and Roach. 

A knock. 

It was so loud. 

Roba looked displeased as he crossed the room to the door. He opened it slightly and looked inside. “MacTavish.” 

“Hello, sir. I haven’t been able to find Ghost. We’re supposed to go out tonight to hunt for the creature.” 

Roba looked back at Ghost before glancing at MacTavish. “Can you keep a secret?”

“I… I can, sir.” 

“Come in.”

Ghost felt himself deflate. No… No… 

Soap walked in and he could hear how his heart picked up. 

“My prized possession.” Roba spoke softly. “He’s freshly punished, so he won’t have his usual wit about him. It’s how I prefer him honestly.” He yanked him back by his hair. “Would you like a lesson over elves?”

“I know how to kill them. I feel that’s enough.” Soap sounded nervous.

Roba hummed. “Their mouths are sharp. Not just their teeth, even the flesh of their tongue. It’s textured. Not the best for oral, which is a real disappointment.” He shoved his fingers into Ghost’s mouth, holding his head. “A masochist might like it. You a masochist?”

“No, sir.”

“Shame.” Roba backhanded Ghost who let out a soft groan. He spit up a mix of blood and saliva at his Lord’s feet. “Might finally have a use for that mouth.” He grabbed Ghost’s chin and held him tight. “Guess not. But trust me, they have plenty of other uses.”

Soap walked around him, trying to look at Ghost’s face he assumed. He wished he wouldn’t. This was humiliating enough. Truly. “That so, sir?” His voice was tight as he stared down at him. 

“Sir, please. This is unnecessary. I can put my gear on and go back out.” Ghost swallowed. “I’ll find it this time.” 

Roba stared at him before yanking him around but his hair. “Did i ask elf? No. I didn’t. One day I’ll cut that tongue of yours out. You barely speak anyway.” He glanced at Soap and then Pilar. 

Ghost looked at him, blood still dripping from all the broken skin. 

Roba put him on the bed, all gentle like. Lovers. Even prepped him. Trying to put on a show for his captive audience no doubt. 

Ghost pleaded to him quietly to please dismiss Soap first. He was his superior. This was awful. Please, do anything else just don’t do this. Let him have a little dignity. 

Roba put his hand around his throat. “Shut. Up.”

Ghost buried his face in the bed and tried to be silent. To disappear and never ever be seen again.

Soap swallowed so loudly he could hear it over Roba’s grunting. “Can i?..” 

“Yes.”

Ghost felt fingers card through his hair. So gentle and sweet. 

“Simon. A little effort, yeah?”

Ghost shivered and made fake whimpers into the bedding. He looked at Soap and they accidentally made eye contact. It was so intense. 

Soap let out a breath. Pity. 

Ghost wanted to cry. He instead glared at Soap before burying his face back into the sheets as he serviced Roba. His hips rocked back and he tried His best to speed this process up. 

Soap ran his fingers along his cheek and Ghost bit him, sinking his teeth into the kind flesh that wished to be nice to him. Soap didn’t pull away, instead letting him keep his teeth into him. 

“Barely even sentient. A step above an animal.” Roba smiled. “You’re not allowed to touch him like this. But you can watch. You’re clearly enjoying it.”

Ghost looked up to see Soap was, in fact, fucking hard. From his humiliation. Humans were awful. 

They were cruel. 

And fucking sadists. 

“You can get off.”

“No, thank you, sir.” Soap wouldn’t look at Ghost’s eyes now. 

Roba continued to fuck him until he finished. He pulled out and fixed his pants. “Simon. Get up and get clean. Then put on your armor and find that fucking monster.” He slapped his ass hard and Ghost wasn’t sure he could get anymore red. 

Pilar and Roba left and it was quiet for a while before Soap started moving. He cleaned up the wounds on his back silently. “Im sorry… i didn’t… i didn’t mean.”

“Shut up. You got off on it didn’t you?”

“No! Its not like that! I sweat just…”

“You find it sexually attractive. Me being fucking degrading.”

Soap winced. “No. Sorry i didn’t mean to react to it, just… you’re attractive but i swear its not… i don’t…”

Ghost stood up, feeling such an intense pain everywhere. His back. His fucking… He grabbed the bed to keep himself steady. “Just give me my fucking clothes.”

Soap handed them to him. “I really… I’m sorry.”

“Shut up. Let’s just fucking go.”

"Love has memorized his schedule and deduced that Ghost is too autistic to heavily deviate from it."

FUCKING MOOD MAN

GHOST IS ME FRFR

old man is an attitude and he has it i love this little series

Ghost maintains he is "too old for this" about nearly everything. It's a frequent refrain in class when he has to figure out some new tech or interpret any slang. Love on the other hand seems bursting with youth, she's on top of all the latest trends, she's bubbly and cheerful, she's Ghost's opposite in a lot of ways. It's shocking to see her trailing after Ghost and asking philosophy questions, "so when Kant said..." or "do you think if Neichze knew how people would interpret his work..." just chattering away while Ghost gives one word answers and makes a sharp turn into a men's room to escape her. She waits outside the bathroom for a few minutes, chatting with a student while she waits, wonders aloud when Ghost will be done only to be told that he left a few minutes ago. (She is shocked and offended)

Ghost cannot be around that woman when she's talking about his interests. She's too genuine with it, too interested, it's worse than her flirting. They're a sight walking around, Ghost the quintessential professor with his jumper and reading glasses, Love in her pink coat and heels, scrolling her phone to read the notes she took on the book Ghost lent her. Ghost doesn't know how anyone gets any work done around her in that skirt, he doesn't get any work done and he's just thinking about it. Somehow she keeps finding him, no one finds him if he doesn't want them to, but somehow, somehow, Love keeps bumping into him.

He's been musing a lot on the philosophy of fate recently. Love has memorized his schedule and deduced that Ghost is too autistic to heavily deviate from it. They are both hopelessly in love.

Professor au has got me UNWELL

The voices. THE VOICES.

Imagine if Love and prof ghost did a joint class of the effects on love in wartime or causing war and stuff. That’d be so cute (this isn’t a request btw I just needed to share with the class)

Also I feel like ghost would def collect artifacts lmao

OMG Joint lecture.... love in wartime would be so interesting from both a philosophical and anthropological point of view. Like the effects that emotion period have on the powers that command armies, while also looking at the way people are changed during conflict? This is foreplay for Ghost. Astute students may notice the way Love leans in real close to change the slides on Ghost's computer, and the fact that he has not moved from behind his podium since she started talking.

But ALSO??? Ghost with an office full of artifacts and weaponry from his other special interest(war and combat) and Love waltzes in and can name everything in there? Just more foreplay for poor Ghost. Love is examining a death whistle and going through not only the uses but also discussing potential battle tactics and the way that it might have been used in religious ceremonies, Ghost is just staring, casually tries to adjust himself in his pants. Love's office is full of weird dead things and different things she's pulled out of the ground on digs. She offers Ghost a book on medieval siege weapons and he mentally makes a note to reserve chapel space for their wedding.

warm bread with butter. reblog if you Agree

(Tap for better quality)

WELCOME TO THE SPACE-EXPLORATION! 141 AU

Meet your Captain, John Price

He will be leading this research expedition as well as navigating research vessel 141

Bro I fucking knew he would win the poll

Idk what to call this AU yet, so we'll see how this goes

Drawing Gaz next, YIPPIE

Not me accidentally posting this outside of the queue lol

I knew it

I fucking knew it

Price is done already I knew he'd win so expect something later tonight!

If I had brain worms over a specific TF 141 au in mah lil wrinkly brain, who would y'all like me to draw first? I think it's an original au, I haven't seen anything of it before

Please anyone who sees this reblog it cause I'm rlly rlly curious how this'll turn out, thanks!

My precious moots <333

this is for a really specific reason right now but reblog if you love and care about your mutuals so so much and want to hug them tight and tuck them into bed

can't find a post like this so I made it myself

Sometimes I forget I can draw

Like

Actually draw

And do it well

Damn

Thank you so much for participating!! But-

WHERE DID ALL OF YOU COME FROM????

W H A T

If I had brain worms over a specific TF 141 au in mah lil wrinkly brain, who would y'all like me to draw first? I think it's an original au, I haven't seen anything of it before

Please anyone who sees this reblog it cause I'm rlly rlly curious how this'll turn out, thanks!

WIP for the poll I posted yesterday :]

I wanna get all my little scribbles ready for when the poll finishes and send em out in order sooo

Yippee

If I had brain worms over a specific TF 141 au in mah lil wrinkly brain, who would y'all like me to draw first? I think it's an original au, I haven't seen anything of it before

Please anyone who sees this reblog it cause I'm rlly rlly curious how this'll turn out, thanks!

Damn, needed to hear this

Thanks ghoul :D

i don’t know if this is too personal but i’ve really been struggling with just writing without feeling so nervous and obsessive.

i feel like if i’m not recognized by the writers i’m inspired by im not doing it right. i really wanna write stuff and be apart of a community but i truly don’t know what im doing. it feels like i need to be noticed to be okay with my writing.

i’m sorry for the dump it’s just this has been fucking with me for a week now and i wondered if you’ve had an experience with this.

The first time a writer I followed liked one of my posts I texted my sister and we screamed about it. I was shocked and awed, I wondered what they liked about it and how I could write more fic that this person I looked up to would like.

We all want to be recognized by people we admire, but that shouldn't be the goal. We can hope for it of course, but ultimately you should be writing for yourself. Don't write to impress people because ultimately you'll be disappointed with your writing if you don't get the response you want, and being disappointed in your art is a terrible feeling.

As far as being part of the community goes, I don't think there's any sort of secret club or inner circle, there's no "famous cod writers" discord(at least not one I know about), it's all just people writing what they love. You're part of the community just by engaging with their content. More importantly writing means carving out space for yourself within the community. Fandom is an ever expanding market, each new creator sets up a stall and starts doing business alone, they don't usually join another creator's stall, and you'd never say the people walking around aren't participating in the market.

If you feel like your writing needs to be noticed to be worth anything then find a friend to notice you. Their opinion will feel like gold compared to anyone else’s. At the end of the day you're the only person who has a say over your writing, so write for yourself. You'll never know what other people like and you can't please everyone, just do you and people will find you.

I SUMMON YA'LL

MANIFEST THEIR SUCCESS

DO IT

2k/5k words written. pray for me, yall

IT'S SO FUCKING CUTE

CUTIE PATOOTIE

@hunterbunter3000 GET OVER HERE

KITTY LOAF PICREW

np tagging @moronappreciator ofc, @kaleidoscopexsighs @veryinnovative @itsjaywalkers @rottin6 @plecotusauritus @kaaaaaaarf @casstration @divinerapturee @214lilacsky @sixlane <3

Thanks for the tag @ghouljams ! <33

Last song: In My Room by Chance Peña

Favorite color: It rotates very frequently but I keep coming back to bluish green!

Last Movie: Ponyo (comfort movie with the bf)

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: Depends on who I'm with, if it's family, then spicy cause of culture, but by myself? Sweet. Sweet all the way.

Last thing I searched: Meaning of different hydrangea colors (for a fic)

Current Obsession: Catalyst series by @ezrasbirdie cause FUCK I've noticed a pattern in the bitches I simp for and idk how I feel about that (gnawing on my enclosure, I sprint so fast to catalyst updates)

No pressure tags! : @hunterbunter3000 @gomzdrawfr @lights-on-the-ridge @groguspicklejar @ramvur @pampanope @valiants @temeyes @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world @ezrasbirdie

(I don't have a lot of moots on this hellsite so just friendly tags to idols, people I like, and those I think would be interested :])

Tagged by @castanierprosper :D

Last song: ‘On and On (About Your)’, by Bowling for Soup! I just really like the part where they switch to Spanish for a verse X3

Favorite color: dark green as well :D

Last movie: Operation Finale. Boy oh boy that was harrowing ;-;

Sweet, spicy, or savory: Sweet, I’m a tiny baby who can’t do spice 🙃

Last thing I searched: “Julian X-Com 2 voice actor”, lol—I had to make sure! I’ve got a thing for that guy sdnfskvndfojbn

Current obsession: X-Com lol akdksofivjdf frankly I’m awful at it, I find it way way way too hard… but I like it anyway, I’m gonna get good ;-;

Tagging (only if they want to) @dead-pidove-do-not-eat , @ariel-seagull-wings , @thealmightyemprex

Wake up everyone New ghouljams post just dropped

Bad news I just watched the VVitch and I have fae!Price and Witch thoughts.

You stand at the edge of the forest, the shadows within lengthening with the path of the sun. You hold your cloak tight around your shoulders, keep your eyes fixed on a single point. A crossing of branches. You've seen it once before, the way the leaves around them seem to twist and draw other branches in. Fae signs. Proof of magic in the area. Magic you want.

The shadows grow longer, the chill of evening settling in now, you haven't moved in hours. If your patience does not prove fruitful tonight you'll come again tomorrow, and tomorrow, until you get what you want. You have always relied on your own determination to make the impossible happen. Still, as you feel the sun's rays begin to sink below the horizon you feel your confidence wavering. Perhaps no one will come.

It's with the soft purple light of dusk that you hear it: the silent whisper of the forest. A low voice that rumbles in your chest, strokes over your cheeks. "What do you want?" It asks.

"What can you offer?" I don't want to be alone anymore, you think, tamping down your desires before the voice can hear them.

"The morning, the afternoon, the evening," the voice seems to smile, skirting around your perception, "a new perspective on the world, a pretty dress, a quiet hearth."

"Magic," you whisper to yourself, bidden by the voice to offer your own plea.

"For a price," it agrees, "You'd never know anything else." Not loss or heartache, never loneliness or isolation. You tip your head when fingers skate along your neck, eyes closing as they trace your jaw, grip your chin. "You are a pretty thing, aren't you?"

There's a man in front of you when you open your eyes. Tall, handsome, he has a beard to hide his mouth and eyes like the winter's sky. You blink at him, it would be polite to thank him for the compliment if he weren't fae. That knowledge doesn't stop the way your cheeks heat up at his continued staring. His rapt attention feels heavier than the stones you village would use to crush you if they knew what you were doing. Thank God they don't.

"You still believe in god?" The man asks, as if he could hear your thoughts.

"I don't know what I believe," honesty, you have the strangest feeling that you wouldn't be able to lie to this man.

"Is that why you came to me?"

"You have something I want," you tell him, "magic, freedom."

He tips his head, regarding you with a smirk, it's strange the chill the heat in his eyes sends down your spine. "Magic won't give you what you're looking for," he tells you in return, "but alright."

You can't help the smile that splits your face. Riddles or not, price or no, you're getting what you want. Something of your own, making the stupid choice for once in your life.

"I look forward to seeing what you do with it," the fae man tells you. You barely have the time to ask how you're supposed to do anything when you don't have it yet, before he kisses you. Pulls you in with an arm around your waist and kisses you as your fingers leave your cloak and twist into his shirt. It's a rush, like being dunked into cold water, your body filling with an unknown that seeps into every crack and corner. Magic that tingles and shivers in the tips of your fingers and the shake of your breath. He lets you go and you twitch to pull him in again, only to be met with a low chuckle.

"Next time little witch," he tells you, ghosting his lips over yours, "good luck."

He's gone when you open your eyes.