I Don't Know If I'm Reading Too Much Into This, But I Came Back To This Comic After The Final Part Was

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

That last sentence is fucking delicious. Absolutely scrumptious. On my way to grab the adoption papers.

To be honest, I would want to be Price and Witch’s kid instead of fuck them idk why. I have mommy and daddy issues I guess lol.

Yeah I can do that, Witch adopts a lot of people and Price... also adopts strays.

"Do you want some tea darling?" The Witch asks, crouching to be on your level, "or maybe some hot chocolate? Could perk you right up."

You think for a moment before nodding your head. You're not supposed to talk to strangers, but you've seen this witch in the neighborhood and there's something comforting about her. Her concern seems genuine as she fusses with the copper pots in her kitchen. And you really can't complain about the rich dark liquid she pours neatly into a mug for you. It certainly looks, and smells, like a melted chocolate bar. Far flung from the powdered stuff you expected.

She frowns at you for a moment, plucking at the space around you with purposeful fingers. You sip your drink, and try not to watch her too closely. She may feel warm, but her movements are alien to you, and strike at your stomach with a strange primal fear. You think it's fear, you don't quite have the word for this feeling. You're sure it will come to you.

The chocolate coats your tongue, thick and viscous, you think you can taste cinnamon under the cocoa. The Witch taps her finger against her cheek, watching you, she seems ill at ease. Obviously concerned over the strange child that's made themselves comfortable in her home. She seems to come to some conclusion, holding her hand over her mouth as she whispers something. It's inaudible and yet it fills the room, dissonant whispers echoing off the walls and collecting in a swirl of smoke.

A man steps out with a roll of his shoulders, and almost as quickly as he lays eyes on you, he's looking back at the witch.

"Where'd you get the changeling?" He asks with a raise of his brow. The Witch lets out a breath.

"Oh good, knew they felt fae," She goes to the kitchen while the man takes a seat next to you, "they just showed up, I assume they're one of the neighbor's kids."

"Is that right?" The man smiles at you, it makes his eyes crinkle at the edges, you smile back with all your teeth. He seems to like that, poking his fingers against your sides to make you giggle. "Where's your mum, hm? Can't have wandered too far off."

You shrug and the fae man nods. You like when adults don't make you talk, sometimes talking is too much. The witch taps her fingers together, thinking, while the man lets smoke swirl off his fingers. It makes little shapes and animals in the air, elephants and lions dancing around your head, butterflies flying over to distract the witch. You hold your hand out for one, and watch a lion burst into a flock of penguins to waddle across your palm.

"I can run a trace, I suppose," The Witch sighs walking closer, she crouches to be at eye level with you, "Can I have a pinch of your hair darling? I promise it won't hurt a bit."

You don't know if you want to give a witch your hair. It seems dangerous, that's how witches take control of people. You look at the man for help, surely he knows how witches work and won't let this one puppet you around. He chuckles, leaning his elbow against the table to rest his head against his fist. He nods at you.

"Go on then, I'll make sure she doesn't do anything nasty." He assures you. You look back at the Witch, who's glaring at your new friend.

"Don't make me sound so wicked," She scolds him.

"Don't need my help for that sweetheart," There's something warm in his voice, something that makes the whole house light up with warmth as the Witch bites down a smile.

She's very careful with you, pressing her fingers against your scalp as she twists hair around her fingers, plucking a few stray strands before pulling away again. She's right, it doesn't hurt. You rub your head, and she turns it back towards your mug of liquid chocolate. You think that's payment enough.

You don't watch what she does with your hair, but you feel the shiver of it. It's like a little zap of electricity, a stray shock from rubbing your socks against carpet. You wrinkle your nose at the feeling, it's not unbearable, but it's unpleasant. You consider peaking at what the Witch is doing, but you catch sight of your new fae friend first, and watching him watch her is much more interesting.

His eyes spark, and you mean that literally. There's a fire behind them that traces its way around his iris each time he blinks. A spark of gold against ice blue. A shooting star in a snowstorm. His eyes smile, and even though his fingers stop you from seeing his lips you assume they're smiling at well. You glance at the witch and see her hold up a vial of black powder to the light, her eyes studying it as she tips it one way then the other. It's not anything interesting, you don't see what's worth staring at.

"Can you make a bear?" You ask the man, he hums questioningly before looking at you. "They're my favorite," You explain.

"Can I make a bear?" He scoffs, swirling his fingers to collect the smoke. The wisps of it draw together and burst with a spark into the silhouette of a brown bear. It plods along the table top before sitting down to look around. It's a good bear.

"I know a good story about a bear," You tell him. He raises a brow, and doesn't stop you as you chatter away telling your favorite fairy tale. In fact his smoke seems to act out the scenes for you, stopping and restarting as you try to remember details. By the time you finish there's no more sound coming from the witch's work, and you're starting to notice the "lovely princess" and "handsome prince" smoke figures look a lot like your hosts.

"I called their mum," The witch tells the man, setting a cup of tea in front of him. "She should be here soon." The fae man snaps his fingers and the smoke disperses.

"One of the neighbors?" He asks, and she hums in confirmation. He tugs at her hand, pulls her down to perch on his lap with a quiet word.

"Are you alright to go home dear?" She asks you, and you think she means it. Sometimes people ask you things but they don't really want an answer, they just want to ask. You nod after a moment's thought. She looks relieved. "If you ever get lost again, you can call me,-" she hands you a little black card with gold lettering, it looks very official, "-I'll get you back home."

You turn the card over. There's no name on it just a phone number, an address, and one word, "Witch." You're studying one of the gold stars on the corner of it when there's a knock at the door. The Witch stands to answer it, and the fae man's touch lingers on her hip before she moves away. He gives you a wink as she pulls the door open, as if his affections are a conspiracy between the two of you. You hop off your chair and he catches your arm.

"Price," He tells you quietly, it feels like an important word so you nod solemnly. He smiles, "Go on back to your mum, and don't go spreading my name around."

You hold onto your mother's hand as you wave good-bye. She thanks the Witch profusely, though she waves all of them off. You watch the gold slip off of her like water, humans are so funny like that. They never hold onto heavy ties, kind only for the sake of kindness.

"Do you know how worried I was?" Your mother scolds you, "You're lucky someone dangerous didn't find you."

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

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.

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

GUYS PLEASE

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

he so handsome! Handsome little man! Wanna squeesh him

Just an fyi to anyone who cares, i will be posting cod art that includes my oc Cormac. If you are interested in learning more about him, i will link you to my Ao3 where i upload short stories as well as lore regarding my little guy!

Bro but actually tho Lowkey reminds me of the conversations with my bf where he likes boils himself alive in the bath like a lobster. We've now dubbed him Sir. Snipps. He's just doom scrolling on his phone and I'm banging on the door like BABES PLEASE-

I’m an absolute rat bastard at hotels, by which I mean that if I get my own room I’ll turn on the shower as hot as it’ll go and just vibe in there. Like yeah I’ll clean up and wash my hair but after that? Straight vibes, just hanging out, doom scrolling…playingmermaids…. Not my water bill not my problem.

Now imagine ghost does the same thing. Gets to a hotel and just hogs the bathroom for fucking hours and finally Soaps like Lt what the actual FUCK are you doing in there. And like, he’d almost understand it more if Ghost was getting nasty in there yknow? But no, mans just looking at shitty memes and soaps like you didn’t inVITE ME????? It becomes a tradition after that. Hotel, clean up, turn shower into a sauna, profit.

HAHAHAHA THE CURSE OF BEING A WRITER

None of your characters can escape the mighty gift of trauma

N o n e

i fully believe the reason sweetheart has a problem with the cartel is because her family has some type of connection to it in the past and something happened :)

And you are correct! It's not the whole family, it's just the Mad Scientist brother. (Whose name is now Torrance, thank you anon for the lovely name ♡) He had connections with the Cartel, he didn't level with his side of the deal, and Sweetheart got kidnapped and stuff happened-- I don't wanna go too much detail into it unless people actually want to know, cause it's pretty messed up 💀💀

Tw: drugs

BUT YEAH she hates the cartel, her relationship with Torrance isn't... the best. And she's HIGHLY uncomfortable with Valeria. She feels sick if she's around drugs, cocaine to be precise. She will legit throw up if she sees any type of cocaine. If she hears the word cartel she would turn on her fight or flight mode so damn quickly.

MAN-- WHY TF DID I GIVE HER TRAUMA?!?!? THIS WASNT THE PLAN AT ALL 💀💀

HAVE A HAPPY GO LUCKY READER INSERT? CHECK

HAVE A GOOD HEALTHY FAMILY? CHECK

MAKE THE READER NOT HAVE TRAUMA?? NOT FUCKING CHECKED

CAUSE I JUST DID IT. AGAIN.

Why do I do this to any character I make. Why.

Look at hiiiim! Such a pretty lad! Gonna give him a smooch if johnny don't get to him first-

Simons tattoos! i have always seen him w neck/chest tattoos but i finally got around to drawing them :]