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Embrace the weird? Hah! That means you have to hug me back.
Me @ my mutuals.
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Being more enthusiastic myself, getting annoyed at someone else for being the same way would seem hypocritical. Also being my weird self, I can't fault others for their weirdness. So, I embrace the chaos. It's all good. 👍💕
do any of my fellow writers/artists get annoyed by more enthusiastic reblogs? like using all caps and/or keyboard smashing? is it something you would block over personally? there’s no wrong answer!
i personally love any interaction but i just don’t wanna come off as annoying in my reblogs lol
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Yeah. It's like that.
“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it
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GPD'S May CoD Writing Challenge - Simon "Ghost" Riley
#GhostChallenge
May 17-26, 2024
Headcanons, imagines, drabbles, and artwork are also welcome and encouraged!
Please No: Non-con, Dub-con, SA, Yandere, or major character death. For more information, see Writing Challenge FAQs.
Please tag me @glitterypirateduck and use the tag #GhostChallenge in add tags at the bottom of your fic. I will put all fics in one masterlist.
If you have any questions, please DM me.
✨️🏴☠️🦆
The scenarios below range from vague to detailed. Some are full on plots while others are moments. Your writing can revolve around the listed scenario, or the scenario can be a smaller "scene" that takes place within the overall fic. Some are repeats or fan favorites from the Price challenge.
Scenario List
*idea came from a mutual or follower
A bet, wager, or dare is made
A confession is made
A heated argument turns into something even spicier
A kiss on the inside of the wrist
A lustful moment turns unexpectedly romantic/meaningful
A misunderstanding takes place
Accidental confession
Accidentally falling asleep on each other
Alternate universe
An almost kiss 💋
Best friends to lovers
Brothers best friend trope*
Car sex
Caught red-handed
Childhood friends or high school sweethearts reunite and find love again
"Do you mind if I sleep here tonight?"
"Don't let go"
Enemies to lovers
Face sitting
Forehead touching 😍
Ghost and Reader are from warring families/friend groups, but fall in love
Ghost and Reader are in a book club
Ghost and Reader are vacationing separately and meet while on their vacation. Ex. staying at same hotel, meet on the beach, on a place, etc.*
Ghost and Reader go on a Ferris Wheel....but the Reader is afraid of heights
Ghost and Reader have to dress up for an event (dance, ball, gala, etc.)
Ghost and reader slowly realize they are in love
Ghost and/or Reader gives the other a nickname and only they are allowed to use it
Ghost and/or Reader is able to bring out another side of the other person that no one else is able to. Ex. Ghost is only playful around Reader, Reader is only crabby to Ghost, Ghost is only soft with Reader, etc.
Ghost as a bodyguard
Ghost chases Reader
Ghost does the one handed door frame lean
Ghost helping reader get used to British culture
Ghost helps you fix up your house or repairs something
Ghost in gray sweatpants. Just. Gray. Sweatpants.
Ghost is a civilian
Ghost is a participant in a photo shoot for a Men in the Military calendar fundraiser. *
Ghost is a Spartan warrior 🥵
Ghost or Reader wakes up in the other person's house/safehouse/etc. after being rescued
Ghost takes his belt off with one hand
Ghost teaches non-military reader a part of his job (how to shoot a gun, how to do an obstacle course, sparring, etc.)
Helping the other person wash hair or bathe*
House-sitting, pet-sitting, or house-keeping
"I know what you came here for"
"I thought you'd be taller"
"I'm not like other girls/guys!"
"Is now a bad time to tell you..."
"Is that my shirt?"
"Is that the best you can do?"
"Just play along"
Karaoke night
Love at first sight
Making a meal for the other person
Meeting friends or family for the first time
Omegaverse*
Online dating*
Place Ghost and Reader in the same universe as your favorite book or video game.
Pool party
Reader and Ghost attend a murder mystery dinner
Reader and Ghost have a one night stand as strangers. It is later revealed that one of them is the other's new boss, co-worker, neighbor, etc.
Reader and Ghost team up to make their exes jealous but end up catching feelings*
Reader and/or Ghost misread a situation
Reader calling Ghost "Simon" for the first time
Reader calling Simon "Ghost" for the first time
Reader damages something belonging to Ghost and agrees to do work for him to pay him back
Reader is brought in to assist Ghost (can be 141 related or AU like a CEO, lawyer, etc.)
Reader is higher ranked than Ghost*
Reader is the hero of the story
Reader is the last of their kind (Fantasy AU)
69ing
Reader must keep their true identity a secret
Reader or Ghost rescues the other from a bad date
Reader rewards Ghost for quitting smoking
Reader sees Ghost WITH his mask for the first time
Reader sees Ghost WITHOUT his mask for the first time
Reader teaches Ghost a part of their non-military job
Reverse cowgirl
Scary Simon
Secret billionaire
Smiling at each other from across the room
Soft Simon
Someone gets pushed or falls into water (pool, lake, river, etc.)
Stuck in an airport at 3 a.m.
Stuck/Caught in the rain
Summer romance
Takes place in a safe house
Taking care of each other in complete silence (taking care of can be interpreted however you wish!)
The entire scene takes place in the dark (power outage, blackout, etc.)
The uniform stays on
"They are right behind me, aren't they?"
Thigh riding
Time is of the essence (bomb, a departing flight, etc.)
Tit fucking/boobjob
Too wrapped up in each other to make it to the bedroom or sofa
"What do you even see in me?"
Wipe away the other persons tears
"You don't have to do that"
You pull him down by his dog tags to either talk or kiss 😘
You wear his dogtags
"You're mine"
You're Price, Gaz, or Soap's sister/brother
The heat goes out and it's freezing*
If none of these inspire you, feel free to participate anyway 🥰
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I loved good king John price!! It was so well written, and I love how absolutely feral and uncontainable reader is lmao it was fantastic. The ending especially. Thanks for sharing!
Thank you so much, anon!
Mm! I had so much fun writing this, especially the bratty reader. John Price just seems like the type who could handle a handful like her. He was definitely the right man for the job.
Thanks for reading and thanks for the ask. 🥰
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The Queen: Muhfucker threw away my paintings. Suck a fat one, your Grace.
part 2 of regency era!ghost x f!reader
you never truly appreciated your solitude until it was being threatened.
honestly.
you didn't know how happy, or at the very least, mildly content, with how alone you've felt all these years until your husband decided to barge into your life.
you've endured endless rumours about an unconsummated marriage because the man can't bear to be in your presence for more than five minutes. you've endured whispers, snickers and odd looks from noblemen, women and commoners alike because your own husband deems you unfit to be his wife and he didn't have to say it out loud to any of them.
his presence used to be something you longed for. even the mere crinkle at the corners of his eyes to indicate a smile would've been a milestone achieved (not that you've ever achieved it). the mere touch of his fingers against your hand would leave you elated for the rest of the day.
but now?
your spine grows taut if he so much as looks your way. he stands a little closer to you at formal gatherings, opting to start a conversation with you. he finds you in the gardens or in the library when you know you've expressed to the handmaidens that you do not wish to be disturbed. but alas, he is the king. no one dares to contradict the king.
which is quite unfortunate because every waking moment he spends orbiting around you fills you with dread. you crave his absence more than anything now.
you wish he could go back to his mistresses. whatever it is he said or did to offend them enough to cast him out of their beds, you're certain it can be rectified and you can go back to existing in peace.
"you can paint." his voice trails behind you.
your brush strokes pause and your head shifts a bit to the side, your gaze catching on the flowers on your left before returning to your canvas. the soft scrape of footsteps on grass comes closer until you feel his presence at your side.
you continue your task, unwilling to give him your full attention. it's his own fault. he came to see you at a bad time. "an astute observation, your majesty."
his head tilts at your work, curious eyes examining your technique. you then feel the weight of his gaze on the side of your face. "i didn't know you could paint."
"no. you did not." it's not meant to be harsh. it is the truth.
you don't see the way his eyes crinkle under his mask, but you certainly hear the amusement in his voice. "why the hostility, my queen?"
"i am not being hostile, you majesty. forgive me if it appears so." you make a broad swipe over the blues and greens then dipped your brush in more paint.
he lets out a sound akin to a chuckle. you don't know what to make of it. ignoring it was your best and only choice.
"i don't mind it." he says. "it amuses me."
amuses him, you think. if that's the reason he suddenly shows interest in you, then you remind yourself to be as bland as this morning's soup.
suddenly, you want to leave. his presence is oppressive. you can't focus with him gawking at you and your painting like this.
"i could've sworn i had paintings in my study not too long ago." he muses, eyes crinkling with amusement. he knows about your paintings and only now does he choose to acknowledge them.
you suddenly lose interest in your canvas at the fact. you dip the brush in the cup of water and turn your back to him. "i know. i made them."
"what happened to them?"
"if i recall, you asked the servants to throw them out."
you don't bother to wait for his response as you gather your palette and start the journey back to your bed chambers.
you don't realize how much your statement gutted him.
considering that you haven't had a proper conversation with your husband since the day you met him, imagine your surprise upon receiving a letter; a dinner invitation.
when you think about it, truly think back to the last three years of being trapped in this loveless marriage, the invitation itself contradicts everything you know regarding how he feels about you.
you've never had to speak to him outside of formal gatherings and meetings with nobles and other people. never had to touch him more than what is required for public appearances. if anything, he can't seem to stand your presence. always leaving you alone when he found the chance to, always shoving you far away from his vicinity if he's in the mood.
he's only bedded you at least twice a month out of an obligation to make an heir. never mind the fact that you've never stayed in his bed until past sunrise, nor has he in yours.
so this, sitting across from him at a table played out with a variety of dishes and plates, this is new.
"my queen." you think his eyes are squinting under the mask. it's almost hard to tell under the candlelight. "thank you for joining me."
like you had a choice in the matter.
you resist the urge to force a smile. better to stay as neutral as possible than to give any reaction. "thank you for inviting me."
let's get this over with, you thought to yourself as you slowly picked up the fork and met his eyes from across the table.
you keep a neutral tone and a guarded expression throughout the entire dinner. whether he's bothered by it or not, it's hard to tell. he only asks about your day.
which is... a first. he never cared until now. you were quiet for a moment as you thought about the day's events, thinking of anything you'd done differently to warrant an invitation to dine with the king.
you hadn't done much today. visiting an orphanage wasn't out of the ordinary for you. neither was having to make sure that there was enough harvest to get the kingdom through the coming winter. after you'd done that, you spent the afternoon planning next week's ball.
really, you can't think of a single thing you haven't done in the past to make the king want to speak to you. not one thing... that you know of.
the fork was slowly twirled between your fingers as you carefully minced your words. "fairly uneventful. nothing that would interest you, your majesty."
"let's agree to disagree." he leaned back in his chair. "i want to know what my wife has been up to."
his wife— odd. very odd. very out of character for him to even acknowledge you as something more than the bane of his existence.
his wife— you suddenly find it hard to breathe. a heavy ache swells in your chest. it reaches up like a fist and grips your throat.
his wife— the words made you want to hurl yourself out the window and drop to your death.
your eyes drop to the food on your place and stayed fixed there. you can't tell if you're frightened or angry at this new change in... dynamic.
you settle for apathy. it's the only logical reaction. the only thing that will keep you sane when he's deliberately trying to steal your sanity.
"like i said, your majesty." you stab the piece of meat with your fork. "nothing that would be of interest."
if he's disappointed by the stone wall you chose to put between you and him, he doesn't show it. good. you'd much rather be confronted with his indifference than anything else, since you're so used to it.
you can only hope this would be your last night dining with him.
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Men in porn always so desperate for validation. "oh you like that cock? You like my cock?" go to therapy dude
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It's...
(You sang that in your head, didn't you?)
Finding kinks through tumblr is wild
Like I came on here for fandom stuff and now I have a mommy/daddy title kink, a breeding kink and a desire to be called a good slut while getting put in my place?????
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Dad!Price late picking up the kiddos from school. 😏
CAPTAIN PRICE DRIVING IN “FLASHPOINT” | MWIII
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Biker Ghost. That is all.
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Yessss... I humbly offer up my brainrot/thot as a donation to the cause. >>>
Wrapped in plastic and the area rug from your living room floor, the body gets dumped in the boot of a "borrowed" car that Simon had returned with.
"Be back in a tick, poppet," he says, winding a thick arm around your waist and pulling you close. He dips his head, inhaling your scent and hums.
"We'll discuss how yer goin' t'repay this li'l favor I'm doin' f'ya when I get back."
I need to write something about ghost getting rid of a body for his sweet little neighbour who accidentally kills a piece of shit man and has no idea what to do
#making feral sounds#bangs fist on table#f*ckyeah#write this#@bleuu-moon#simon ghost riley#ghost cod
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Yes! Gaz-coded. Gaz is an ass man. Argue with the wall, bc you won't convince me otherwise.
Every time Gaz hugs you, no matter what, his hands will automatically go to your ass.
No matter what.
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Ghoap vibes.
I'm just imagining Ghost, who's been on a solo mission for months, making Soap get you on webcam.
You haven't seen him in what feels like forever, so of course you're excited to hop into a video call. You miss him and you tell him that. Ghost tells you that if you miss him so much you'll show him your tits. He misses your body and needs to see it.
You're taken aback. Ghost wants you to take off your top with Soap sitting right next to you? Johnny just grins before muttering in your ear.
"Relax, Bonnie. Ghost can't be here, so he jus' wants me to stand in for a lil' bit."
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Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Selected Poems; "Orpheus. Eurydice. Hermes,"
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