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With the exception of a couple that I saved to my drafts, I have deleted the last few remaining asks in my inbox and cleared everything out to make space.
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .
“ … I don’t like priests. ” @facesblind says.
“ 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗢𝗡𝗘, ” Ghost speaks with an impressive ease, his version of a joke casually falling from his lips despite the surrounding carnage.
“ ⸺ That’s a good priest. ” He says, gesturing towards the corpse splayed across the floor, collar stained with blood, eyes tilted up towards an elaborate ceiling boasting depictions of the alleged angels in Heaven. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸? He wonders if in his final moments, the man took the time to pray. To beg someone, something for mercy that Ghost was unwilling to provide.
One extra shot, just to be sure. Square between the eyes, now having been double, triple, quadruple tapped and all Ghost was left with was an empty clip and a sick sense of satisfaction.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ Feel better now? ”
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .
@siabann : ( PERFORM ) FOR THE SENDER TO BE INTIMATE SOLO WHILE THE RECEIVER WATCHES.
In his mind, there was not a goddamn sight in the world that bested the one before him. Soap was a coiled, desperate mess. Panting, begging for a release that Ghost wouldn’t grant him, despite not being the one touching him. He watched from the sidelines, pressed against the back of his chair with feet propped up atop his desk while the other sat across from him. The sound of suppressed, breathless whimpers filled the room like a fog, silent pleads to let him finish. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
“ That’s a good boy, ” Simon purred lowly, his gaze as potent as it was intense, all of his attention focused in on the pathetic heap of a man sprawled out before him. “ ⸺ Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you cum. ”
The first lie. Johnny could beg as much as he was able to, but he was at the mercy of a man who, quite frankly, couldn’t care less about what he wanted. His eyes flickered toward the languid, fluid-slick movements of Soap’s hand as he stroked himself into a frenzy. It was a test of obedience. Patience, and self control, with the promise of a prize for making it across the finish line. He wanted Soap to bend towards his will … a mindless, fucked out puppet that would blindly follow the commands of his superior, no questions asked.
Ghost managed to ignore his own growing erection with relative ease, the strain in his pants a familiar enough sensation that he didn’t mind it all that much. But god, he could get off on the sight of this alone. Undoubtedly. Effortlessly. And maybe he would, at his leisure, in a way that Soap could not. Just to showcase who was in charge and tease the man further.
In a moment of contemplation, Ghost could sense from the miniscule expressions and noises spilling out from Johnny’s mouth that he was dangerously close, and that simply wouldn’t do.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ Stop. ”
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . FOR: ROACH.
'That’s a gruesome thought.' @pseudowar signed his words carefully - if only because he's not sure if he can get away with the sloppy shit yet. Roach's sign is naturally abysmal, usually shorthanded to shit, making him a difficult read. But with the Lieutenant, he actually tries. Sign incredibly proper despite the tilt to his mouth that suggests his amusement. 'You got any more morbid jokes or should we move on to the puns?'
“ HEY, WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND CANCER? ” There’s a pause, deadpan gaze falling upon the other man as the mental drumroll paved way for a bad punchline.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ My dad didn’t beat cancer. ”
One last one, just for the hell of it, more truth to the quip than he was willing to admit. There was a cacophony of bad jokes lodged into the back of his mind, a rolodex of the worst puns, stored for a rainy day. Ghost thought it boosted morale. Everyone else would happily disagree. ( YOU MADE THEM ANYWAY. )
“ If we move on to puns, we’ll be here all night, mate. ” He said, a hint of a smile brandished against thinned lips. The two were sealed away in the privacy of his seldom used office, balaclava tucked away carefully inside a desk drawer for a later time. He felt … exposed, though there was a distinct lack of judgement. The air around him didn’t feel as suffocating as he thought it might. “ You want a drink? ”
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"do you seriously think you're above the rules" the stupid ones yeah
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . . 𝙵𝙾𝚁: 𝙼𝙸𝚁𝙴𝚈𝙰.
“ Do you mind if I sit with you? ” @vihrago asked.
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗙𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗦 𝗢𝗡 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗙𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦. The obnoxious ringing brought on by gunfire had only just started to fade, leaving a headache in its wake and a litany of spots in his eyes. Glancing over, Ghost takes note of Mireya’s presence. Standing there, as though she was waiting for him to respond to … something. He was slow to process, his mind blurred with smog.
“ Hm? ” he grunts, clearing his throat in a piss poor attempt at gathering what was left of his bearings. “ ⸺ Uh … yeah. Yeah. ”
The doctor had cleared him and said he’d be fine, skin sutured up with tightened precision and a painkiller prescription. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵, he’d recommended. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭, Ghost responded. He was almost certain Mireya would say the exact fucking same.
“ If you’re here to tell me I need rest, you’re wasting your time. ”
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .
𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗦𝗠𝗢𝗞𝗘. That’s what he’d said. It was a half - truth at best, because Ghost can recall lighting a cigarette with the blood of a bastard spattered across his face, dripping down to his lip and soaking the filter, wiping a blade clean against the rough material of his pants. Problem solved.
“ Ghost … ? What happened? ” @peacedomain had asked, concern washing over the little dove’s face.
Peeling the shirt off his back and rinsing his face in a faux marble sink, watching as the red trickles down the drain, rendering him clean … or, as clean as a man like him could get, sin festering beneath his skin from all the things he’d done across the years. He ignores the question, wiping the wetness from his face with the shirt. ( 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽’𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝚃𝙴𝙻 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙴𝙻𝚂. )
ㅤ “ Took care of a problem. Nothing to worry about. ”
Silent vows had been taken … 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳. To kill a man was commonplace, just another notch in a belt he’d worn since he was not quite a boy but not yet a man. ( 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰 𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚃𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝙻𝚂𝙴’𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴. 𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽’𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴. ) Though it should’ve been startling how little it affected him, he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Jaded towards his own greyed out morality, but safer because of it.
ㅤㅤㅤThe dead were not often fond of the living anyway.
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TOP 5 SONGS FOR SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY.
𝗦𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗨𝗣 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘, QUEENS OF THE STONE AGE.
I'm gonna suture up my future
I ain't jaded, I just hate it
See, I've been down too long
It's kinda hard to explain
Burned and buried, all I carried
All my evil's through a needle
As it pulled through the eye
What was and what will
They're all gone
Don't sweat it
Thread it, to forget it
To feel like you're already gone
To the rest of, the rest of the life that you've got
Take a picture and bury it all away
Bury it all away
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗 𝗦𝗢𝗟𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗥, NINE INCH NAILS.
Gun fire in the street
Where we used to meet
Echoes out a beat and the bass goes
Bomb right over my head
Step over the dead
[ ... ]
Blood hardens in the sand
Cold metal in my hand
Help you understand the way
that things are gonna be
There's nowhere left to hide
𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗘𝗫, TOOL.
It took so long to remember just what happened
I was so young and vestal then
You know it hurt me
But I'm breathing so I guess I'm still alive
Even if signs seem to tell me otherwise
Got my hands bound
And my head down and my eyes closed
My throat's wide open
𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦, SLIPKNOT.
Sitting in the dark, I can't forget
Even now I realize the time I'll never get
Another story of the bitter pills of fate
I can't go back again, I can't go back again
Traded my emotions for a contract to commit
And when I got away, I only got so far
The other me is dead, I hear his voice inside my head
We were never alive
And we won't be born again
But I'll never survive
With dead memories in my heart
𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗡, JACK WHITE.
The arms will go where the army goes
A raven black in the fallen snow
A palpitation from a heart of gold
A bit of salvation in thе bitter cold
[ ... ]
My uniform is invisible
My camouflage is invisiblе
I dip my hands into sand and I'm visible
Sewing leaves onto my skin and my material
My motives are invisible
My armor is invincible
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .
𝗦𝗟𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗘𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗛𝗜𝗠. Even then, sometimes it wasn’t. While Soap’s mere presence was often enough to keep the night terrors at bay, there were some evenings where the anxiety would override all the comfort he felt and betray him. But there were more good days than bad, which is what mattered. It’s what made him feel safe.
❝ I like to watch you sleep sometimes. You look happier in your sleep, y’know, peaceful. I wish I could keep you like that. ❞ @siabann said.
There he laid, white-blond hair dishevelled to shit and lids still heavy, gazing up at the other man with a palm pressed against his face. Fingers carding through Soap’s hair, barely roused from his sleep but smiling.
ㅤ( 𝙶𝙾𝙳, 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶. 𝙷𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙳𝙴𝙴𝙿. 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴. )
“ Fuckin' creep, ” he says, voice raspy from slumber, reverberating in his chest and deepening. “ You can blame yourself for that one, Johnny. ”
His other hand scaled the side of Soap’s face, gripping, pulling him down until their lips met in a kiss. It was soft. It was tender. It was loving. Until it wasn’t. The other man had a magnetic pull that Ghost was powerless against, unable to touch him without wanting to ruin him. He deepens the kiss, tongue pushing past teeth, breath hitching in his throat trying to savour the taste. Ghost wanted to devour him right then and there, stalled only by the fact that he couldn’t. Not yet. Cockblocked by a pointless meeting that could’ve been a fucking email. ( 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙸𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙻 𝙻𝙴𝙵𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙾𝙰𝙿. )
With a groan, he withdraws, keeping Soap clasped between his hands and brushing stray curls back into place. “ Should be getting ready about now, ey? ”
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .
IT WAS AS IF HIS LEGS WERE BUILT FROM LEAD. Unable to lift himself and rise to his feet, stuck on pause and bolted to a chair. The two sudden taps on his shoulder felt like an electrical current shocking the system, fist tightening in a classic case of fight or flight, held back only by his inability to make use of his limbs. Heavy lids flickering upwards as his brain makes one final desperate attempt to process his surroundings. It’s Roach. It’s just Roach.
'Do you mind if I sit with you?' @pseudowar signed to him.
Slow blinks, brain nearly bursting at the seams as it tried to put together the pieces and make sense of what was being communicated with him. C’mon, you know this. You learned this. For him. There was a brief moment of clarity as some of the fog lifted, lips parted beneath a mask to speak but no words came out. Excruciating seconds that felt like minutes passed between them, the clock in his brain wound tight with gears falling out.
“ Sit. ” Ghost said, eventually. Inevitably. Less of a response and more of a command. Single syllables were easiest. His neck cranes slowly, painfully, to peer at the man’s hands. Watching. Waiting, for him to say something more.
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⁽ ᴾᴿᴼᴹᴾᵀ ⁾ 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 . . .
“ Is it okay if I touch you? ” @croftborn had asked.
“ 𝗡𝗢. ” The response is immediate, an overwhelming bite to back up the bark, teeth gnashing in hopes he could just be left the fuck alone. Alone … is that not how you got yourself into this predicament in the first place? Triggered beyond repair, tail between your legs, trying to flee the situation before it was too late. ( 𝙸𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝙾 𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙴. ) Alone, brain festering and fizzling out until your body was nothing more than a hollowed out shell. A corpse. 𝗔 𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧. No, alone was worse. Far, far worse. No matter how much he didn’t want to admit that.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“ … Yes. ”
Muscles constricting, tense, jaw clenched hard enough to shatter teeth. This will be different. This has to be different. Lara was gentle in ways his father had never been, and this was the only reassurance that maybe, just maybe … for once, being touched wouldn’t make him want to crawl out of his skin and clock someone in the face. It’s Lara. It’s just Lara. Fight the instinct. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘙𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThere is no other option than to be fine.
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⸻ ❝ 𝙸'𝙼 𝙿𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝗚𝗢𝗟𝗗.
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❝ 𝙸'𝙼 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗔𝗡𝗘 ... 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗦.
𝙸 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗
𝗕𝗔𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘𝗗 𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚈 𝙽𝙾𝚂𝙴.
[ #𝚂𝙸𝙰𝙱𝙰𝙽𝙽 ] : 「 selective & low-activity roleplay blog for 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽 "𝚂𝙾𝙰𝙿" 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙰𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙷 of activision's 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚄𝚃𝚈: 𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙵𝙰𝚁𝙴 reboot series. loved & commanded by LEX (they/them). 21+ only; minors & personals, please dni. 」
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— ANNE SEXTON, from Unknown Girl in the Maternity Ward.
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