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

Reblogging this for when I get into fic writing and for those who want it <3

How to show emotions

Part IV

How to show bitterness

tightness around their eyes

pinched mouth

sour expression on their face

crossed arms

snorting angrily

turning their eyes upward

shaking their head

How to show hysteria

fast breathing

chest heaving

trembling of their hands

weak knees, giving in

tears flowing down their face uncontrollably

laughing while crying

not being able to stand still

How to show awe

tension leaving their body

shoulders dropping

standing still

opening mouth

slack jaw

not being able to speak correctly

slowed down breathing

wide eyes open

softening their gaze

staring unabashingly

How to show shame

vacant stare

looking down

turning their head away

cannot look at another person

putting their head into their hands

shaking their head

How to show being flustered

blushing

looking down

nervous smile

sharp intake of breath

quickening of breath

blinking rapidly

breaking eye contact

trying to busy their hands

playing with their hair

fidgeting with their fingers

opening mouth without speaking

Part I + Part II + Part III

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THANK YOU PARENTAL FIGURE

*raises hand*

I HAVE A QUESTION PARENTAL FIGURE

Mayhap would you bestow unto thee the glorious knowledge of what the 1fae1 would dress like?

Not because I'm drawing fae!Price right now. Definitely not. :]

I don't think they dress any special way but I can try!

Soap and Gaz dress the "best", more in line with current fashion trends. I think Soap is a muscle tee kind of guy, fitted shirts to show off his muscles, and in my mind he has those slick tech wear cargo-pants that he trades out with dark jeans. He's meant to look pretty but I don't think he puts a lot of effort into his actual clothes.

Gaz is practical but definitely on top of current trends since he dies a lot of hunting at clubs. I think streetwear is a good bet for him. I think of his hoodie look in the games, that sort of casual but put together vibe. He absolutely isn't putting a lot of thought into his appearance, he has this vibe for me that he just throws clothes on and the fit always works for him.

Price is easy. Dark warm jumpers or button downs, Witch's handmade hat, a nice warm scarf, dark jeans and a leather jacket. There's a feeling about him of quiet luxury. Cashmere and leather, good cologne and hand rolled cigars(thank you Witch). I think he dresses the same as he does in the games just without the tac gear.

Ghost wear what Love tells him to, but I think it's very military, leaning into the aesthetic of his mask. Cargo pants, neutral tone tees, heavy boots and a bomber or dark leather jacket. The man will always grab a jacket and heavy boots, maybe a zipup hoodie if he's dressing himself. Strikes me as a layers "always cold" sort of guy. I think he likes stupid tee-shirts, and has a lot of hand embroidered patches on his jackets from Love.

I have been demoted :']

worrying is like worshipping the problem

NAH BABES I JUST GOT BACK FROM WORK AND YOU HAVE NO. IDEA. HOW THIS HAS BEEN SWIRLING AROUND THE BACK OF MY HEAD MY ENTIRE SHIFT. FUCKS SAKE. PLEASE FLESH THIS OUT EVENTUALLY (only if you want to though-)

Can't stop thinking about an all woman Task Force coming to SAS and helping Task Force 141 + Kortac for a mission

Can't stop thinking about the male team waiting for the women to get here, expectations all different for each of them

Can't stop thinking about a huge, futuristic transport plane coming down to land, and Soap wondering why they don't have one that cool (And Ghost telling him to shut up)

Can't stop thinking about two women jumping out of the jet and play fighting, chasing each other and one pinning the other one down in a chokehold

Can't stop thinking about the absolute shock the men have on their faces when they see how fast they are, and how tall and big and pretty these two women are

Can't stop thinking about the giggling women standing up but get pushed forward by another girl, even taller and bigger than the other two, frowning at them and snapping at them to 'keep the line moving'

Can't stop thinking about more of the female team coming out of the plane, some with headphones on, some talking to each other, and some straight up ignoring the male team as they carry heavy cargo like it weights nothing

Can't stop thinking about how there's a K9 handler on the team and brought out these big ass wolf-dogs with spiked collars and one of them scares the shit out of Soap because it barked at him and she apologizes to him with a nervous smile (he's already in love)

Can't stop thinking about how the males can't stop goggling at these absolute beautiful women that pass them by who look like they're from the fucking island of Themyscira

Can't stop thinking about how Capitan Price and Ghost almost pass the hell out when they see the last two women get out of the plane, the tallest person they've ever seen in the front and a bit shorter one in the back

Can't stop thinking about how all the women have to bend down to go through the doors

Can't stop thinking about all the women finally introducing themselves with their call signs and the tallest one in the team (who almost broke their doors because she cant get through them) is the Capitan and her second in command is behind her

Can't stop thinking about the second in command giving Ghost a small nod with a soft smile, sending him in a spiral

Can't stop thinking about some of the girls crowding the men, cooing down at them about how cute they are and how muscular they are, pinching their flustered cheeks and curiously groping their overwhelmed bodies

Definitely can't stop thinking about how the men know they're absolutely fucked for these few months.

Can't. Stop. Thinkinnggggg.

Following IMMEDIATELY

I JUST REALIZED I HAVEN'T BEEN FOLLOWING U ON UR MAIN AND I AM

A S H A M E D of myself.

Gear n' Go is literally so cute oml

My redemption arc starts now lol.

PFFFT PLEASE

You're okay moth, it's completely fine! Yk I love you ♥️

And omg Gear n' Go 💀💀💀 thank you! But that's something I want to FORGET LOL but honestly I may just revamp it (cause I'm doing that anyway with the webcomic) ALSO-

If you want to follow my OTHER OTHER blog about my webcomic that I'm making, it's-- you know, it's there! 💀

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

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.

I don't have time at the moment to read this but fuuuuuck I want to (THE VOICES). Reblogging so I can get back to this later and share it with ya'll

I can already feel the brainrot taking root just from the small blurbs and drabbles I've read already–

Catalyst - Masterlist

After falling into bed together on the night of Frankie’s 40th birthday party, you, Joel, and Frankie start a relationship.

series rating: E (see warnings in individual installments)

a/n: no outbreak AU! this is one of those relaxed fit type fics. they’ll be in chronological event order here, but there’s no correct way to read them, as there’s no real over-arcing plot. Just three people trying to figure out how to communicate and be together. And to fuck each other’s brains out in the best ways. 💕

Individual Fics

catalyst - You've been nursing a crush on one of your closest friends, Frankie Morales, for a year now. At his 40th birthday party, you finally meet his new friend and neighbor, Joel Miller, who Frankie hasn't been able to stop talking about. You hit it off a little too well.

some part of me came alive - Frankie asks Joel on a date with your blessing. Joel admits he’s never really been with another man, and Frankie is more than willing to help him with that.

here - It’s hard feeling like a third wheel.

breakfast - Joel tells Sarah about you and Frankie, and Sarah shares some news of her own.

frankie can’t stop thinking about what color panties you’re wearing (drabble)