Just wrote a sentence that makes me kinda nauseous :D

Simon's having a great time

That duvet...

Thinking abt Simon almost regressing to childhood while he heals, going everywhere w/ a blanket wrapped tight round his shoulders for security like a kid.

Screenshot reads: The gap under the bed was small, nearly too small for him to fit in. Price would find him in a second. He'd come in and he'd look under the bed and he'd dig his hands into Simon's hair, drag him out by it until there was rug burn up and down his arms and face and chest and hips and legs. Weapons didn't need fucking duvets, and Price was going to realise that. He was going to realise it and he was going to take it away. He was going to realise Simon didn't deserve his duvet and he was going to storm in and take the duvet from him, drag him out from under the bed and scream at him. HOW DARE SIMON TRY TO HIDE FROM HIM?! HOW DARE SIMON BE SO UNGRATEFUL?! AFTER EVERYTHING HE'D DONE FOR HIM!? HE'D THOUGHT HE COULD REWARD HIM! AND THERE SIMON WAS, MISUSING HIS GIFT! SEE IF HE EVER LET HIM HAVE NICE THINGS EVER AGAIN! WEAPONS DIDN'T NEED DUVETS, THEY DIDN'T NEED BEDS OR CHESTS OF DRAWERS OR LITTLE SINKS IN THE CORNERS OF THEIR ROOMS! WEAPONS DESERVED TO BE HOSED DOWN WITH COLD WATER AT THE END OF THE DAY AND LOCKED AWAY SAFELY IN CUBICLES WITH DRAINS IN THE CENTRE OF THEIR FLOORS. WEAPONS DIDN'T DESERVE DUVETS! The door flew open, cracking like a gunshot against the wall. He couldn't help the sob that crawled out of his throat with fingers hooked over his bottom teeth, thumbs pressing down on his tongue.

Screenshot reads: His body trembled violently. His elbows lathed against the carpet, skin sanded off, raw burn leaking serum. Hands reached under the bed for him, large, grasping, pulling. They caught on his duvet, pulled on it, and Simon sobbed, shook his head so hard it hit the slats of the bed. The hands reached further, a face appearing, a body lying flat on the floor, inching under the bed, reaching, grabbing, pulling. And pulling. And pulling. And pulling. Simon dug his elbows into the floor, twisted his hands as tight into his duvet as he could. His duvet. His duvet. His. It was his. Arms wrapped around him, fingers dug under him, pulling and prying and lifting and dragging, pulling him out. Out of his hiding place. Out into the room. Out into the sunlight. Out out out.

Screenshot reads: The arms dragging him pushed even further under him. His duvet protected him, kept him safe, kept them off him, fingers unable to pick and pry at his clothes, skin unable to crawl all over his. The world spun and he was upright, clinging to his duvet. They couldn't have it. It was his. It kept him safe. It was his and he clung to it like a child. Arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, too tight, not tight enough, he leaned against a chest and he could feel it breathing, could feel it'd voice vibrating into him through his duvet. The world swayed slightly and Simon sobbed, clinging to his duvet, swaddled, holding it so tight his fingertips bent back painfully. It was his. His body trembled inside the protective shell of his duvet. It was his. His duvet. It kept him safe. It was his. It kept the man holding him out and Simon retreated into it, hiding hiding hiding. The swaying continued, back and forth, back and forth, the gentle waves of a calm ocean. He was a little shellfish carried along on the tide, rocked to and fro, and mum was there with him, hiding with him, telling him stories about sea creature, one arm around him and one around her tummy where his little brother was hiding with them.

#Snippet for the #priceghost fic, post Roba Simon is too scared to speak English, and he has amnesia due to a head injury so he doesn't recognize or remember Price anymore.

CW for Simon having a bad panic attack, accidentally hurting himself, and being scared of Price during it

How people think I treat my favourite character: Oh sweet baby, precious darling, I cherish you so.

How I treat my favourite character: Oh sweet baby, precious darling, I cherish you so. [sets on fire]

Gonna go FERAL over this

A screenshot of a Minecraft world as dusk with shaders enabled bathing the whole world in a reddish glow. In the foreground are three large, white, rounded top tents, each with a little porch. Above them fly three happy ghosts, each in a harness a different shade of blue. A campfire sits in the centre of them and their campsite is bisected by a stream. There is a single log across the stream acting as a bridge. There are two dogs sitting near the fire. In the background is a raised railway made of unoxidized copper, it sits around 6 to 8 blocks off the ground and is partially hidden from view by oak and birch trees. On the railway is a modern train with a white body and light brown top. Two of its carriages are fully visible and the very start of the third one is also visible before it disappears into a tunnel in a mountain.

I built a train in my favourite world :]

It's an old mining town being joined up to the rest of the world finally. It's one of the few places left where the sky nomads are always welcome to set up camp and rest, and it's still not traversable by car. Its all walking, horseback or elytra.

Somethin cute with Nolan and Makarov I did for egg day :3
Enjoy

Just thinking about the fact that Ghost could have left Johnny behind in Las Almas and didn't. In the quiet at Alejandro's safehouse John tried to understand his lieutenant, watched his face for any clues as to what staying behind meant.
Ghost was a stoic person, a good solider

Ghost X Konig | 💥Cease-fire | 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 | ᴘᴀʀᴛ2/2 |
So this is how Ghost negotiates with the enemy? 😎

#cod #CallofDuty #Konig #Konigmw2 #ghost #SimonGhostRiley

Ghost X Konig | 💥Cease-fire | 𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 | ᴘᴀʀᴛ1/2 |
Despite everything the ghost shows its nice side :>

#cod #CallofDuty #Konig #Konigmw2 #ghost #SimonGhostRiley

After All (v.2)

#Ghost #CallofDuty #SimonGhostRiley #SimonRiley #COD #CODFanArt #Art #FanArt

"ill kill that guy for you"

*heavy sigh* "no Riley..."

#09ghoap #ghoap

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captain... 😵

I've seen this a few times and I've only just noticed Will is reading 50 shades in the last one LMAO. Reading trashy shit BDSM fiction while he has Hannibal all trussed up. Incredible

My first try at drawing characters from a game from 2009.
#ghoap #sketch

Another #Snippet of the fic abt post-Roba #ghostprice.
Simon's gonna see his room & he's gonna have a nervous breakdown over how nice it is & how that's gotta be a trick.

CW for implied past non-con in the last screeenshot, cos Simon was Roba's prisoner & obviously couldn't consent.

Oooooo so cool omg

A nsfw drawing of a transmasc gardener, no pants on, on his knees surrounded by plants all over and a bunch of wet succulent-esque plants ravaging his holes. #peteart #peteNSFW

This is your sign to plant those weird unidentifiable seeds you got from a mysterious seed merchant who vanished in a puff of pollen before you could ask follow-up questions.
🌱

"Jefe" means boss in Spanish (I hope, or my translating is bad lol) If you speak Spanish and I'm way off... Oops lol, I tried my best

"Lo lamento mucho" means I'm so sorry (this one I'm pretty sure I got right 💀)

Thank you :D
I have too many snippets so I'm just taking this as an excuse to post more of them 💀

And "the shithouses" are two huge guys tasked with keeping Simon physically under control so he doesn't attack Price again (or anyone else)

#Snippet from the start of the fic abt Simon being too terrified to speak English after his time w/ Roba, & Price trying to help him cos he loves him & just got him back from the dead. And also Simon doesn't remember him cos concussions from Robas beatings yayyyy

#CallOfDuty #GhostPrice #PriceGhost

Oh that fabric is so lovely! Is it a skirt? It looks a lot like an 18th century petticoat

#threadfic

#threadfic

Writing a full fic about Simon losing use of English during his time with Roba & Price having to navigate that & Simon having amnesia towards basically everything to do with his past (including Price & their relationship)

Idk when it'll be done but it's like 9k already & I'm having so much fun >:]

#ghoap #zeffythreads

Top Soap, Bottom Ghost

Cw: pissing onto open wounds, dubious consent (Ghost is drunk), light puppy play

Ghost pissing on Soap's open wounds in the field. Like literally Soapcgetting shot or shivved or stabbed or cut - bleeding, gashed wide and open. Maybe down to the bone.

#Ghoap
!!NSFW!! (kind of vanilla but still!)

Cannibal/SerialKillerSoap (implied bttm) - VampireGhost - SoapPOV - no actual cannibalism

Setting the scene:
They're both at a classy gay bar. Easy, quick pulls. Both suited up, but appropriately unbuttoned to show off just enough chest. Ghost more so.

Not the hat, Gaz- 🤨
#CaptainPrice #KyleGazGarrick #SimonRiley #Soap #Poly141