#//Still being a fucken lightweight
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Actual footage of what would happen if Diluc ever decided to try and drink
#//JDBFBFJFJ#//Idk if I am joking or not lol#☆ ┆ ( .ooc. );#//From Master of Winery & Darknight hero to quirked up white boy w a lil bit of swag bustin it down Rasputin style#//Most indeed; goated with the sauce#//bdbfb#//Love the idea of him being big beefy mans#//Still being a fucken lightweight#//Looks like he could handle his drinks; absolutely CANNOT#//can and WILL get fucken plastered real quick#hc; diluc#//OFFICIAL HC NOW; BITCH
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@forestshadow-wolf @myriadblvck Thanks for letting be borrow your thoughts. Have this!
The boys are back in Las Almas to celebrate taking down Hassan. Soap can't help but compare drunk Ghost to a dog.
Alejandro ordered everyone their third margarita of the night. Gaz and Price groaned, Soap laughed. Several Vaqueros filtered away from the booth they were in, as Rudy threw his hands up. "Lightweights!" He called out to his men.
Ghost was in the middle of the booth, he'd wanted a view of the rest of the room, paranoid about what may be lurking, about who could sneak up on them. Soap had watched his paranoia ebb as the tequila sank in. He had his arms crossed, practically laying on the table with his head chin resting on them. His eyes were closed but Soap could see him smile whenever someone, usually soap himself, made a shitty joke. He'd not rolled his mask back down and Soap was not about to be the one to remind him.
Soap was sat on the edge, thankfully. If he was to drink another enormous margarita, he needed to empty his bladder. He got up, excusing himself to the loo quietly, and had taken two steps when he heard glasses clatter and the table screech across the floor.
He whipped around to see Ghost, on his feet, hands braced on the table that was now a solid half a meter from where it had been, and breathing heavily. His wide eyes darted around the room, then up and down John.
The others at the table were trying to calm him. "Easy, hermano." "Ghost? Breathe mate." "Phantasma..." "woah, Simon? You good son?" Ghost didn't even spare the other men a glance.
"Sorry Ghostie, didnae mean to spook ya." Soap tried to placate the man as well. A joke oughtta do the trick. "Just gotta take a leak. I'll be right back.
He expected things to go one of a couple different ways. Ghost could sit back down, be bashful after his outburst. He could pull the table back, make a joke. He could flip Soap the bird and harass him for ruining his nap.
What he did not expect was for Ghost to tilt his head like a confused mutt, and then plant his boot on the table to climb over.
"Mierda!" "Shit!" "Fucken hell!" "Ghost!" The men still at the table scrambled to steady the table, to keep it from flipping as the enormous man clambered up, over, and then back off the table. He came to a stop directly next to Soap, eyes hazy and drooping from the drink, looking for all the world like a puppy that was being left behind.
"Okay." Soap ran a hand down his own face. The bartender was surely not going to be happy about the abuse his table had just taken. "Ye need to pee too then. Coming?" Poor guy was still breathing heavily. Soap watched him clench his jaw tightly, his Adam's apple bounced as he swallowed. He nodded, just once. "Right." Soap turned, and could feel the oppressive shadow looming over him as they made their way to the bathroom at the back of the bar.
He wasn't exactly in the mood for a quick fuck, but he wouldn't say no to Ghost. A small part of him had wished their first little tryst would be something more intimate though, than a hasty nut in a dingy bathroom stall. But that's what he got for falling for the Ghost, he supposed. A cold, rough, efficient man. He'd take what he could get.
Soap walked up to the urinal, Ghost practically blanketing him, and had to push the other man back with a hand on his chest. "Ah really need to pee first, Ghost."
"First?" Ghost blinked down at him, head tilted to the side again. Of course the first thing he'd said in an hour was a confusing single word question.
"Why're ye here Ghost? D'ya need to go?" Maybe the man was too drunk. Couldn't even remember why he'd gotten up.
"Didn't wanna lose sight of ya." Ghost mumbled. He sounded dejected.
"Don't trust me not to piss on the floors, aye Ghost?" Soap ribbed, hoping to wipe the frown off the other man's face.
"Trust you." Ghost closed his eyes and leaned back on the wall behind himself. "Shouldn't, but..." he was quiet, clenched and unclenched his jaw a few times. His fists too. Finally he looked down at John, eyes far away, yet lazer focused. "They called me his dog. 'Shepherd's attack dog', I heard it... from everyone..." the low yellow lighting of the tiny light in the middle of the bathroom caught on the wetness of Ghost's eyes. "M'not a dog..." he whispered.
Coulda fooled Soap, puppy eyes turned up to eleven as they were. A hound left chained out in the rain. "Ghost-"
"Couldn't trust Shepherd. Not after... not after him..."
Soap had known Ghost for a long time. Several years now. Had worked with him a few times, always under the command of the General. Crass, no bullshit Ghost. Got the job done. Something changed in Las Almas.
"Wasn't loyal to Shepherd. Not his dog."
"No. You're more than that, Simon." Soap found himself reaching out. He held his hand near the other man's cheek.
Ghost took the offered hand with his own, nuzzling into it, closing his eyes once more. "Why're you different?" He asked. Soap wasn't sure what he meant. "Ghost... Ghost doesn't trust anyone. Isn't loyal. To anyone. But Simon... Simon wants to keep you safe. Make you happy." His voice cracked a bit on the last words as his whispers fell from his lips.
Talking about himself in the third person, as if he were two separate beings was maybe a red flag. But Soap's favorite color was red. And life was too short to ignore how the man was currently gently rubbing Soaps hand on his own jaw, stubble catching on every crease and divot.
"We could make each other happy." He whispered up to the other man. A promise hidden in his words. A question too.
He watched as Simon's face lit up. He smiled crookedly, missing lateral incisor and snaggled canine endearingly on display. If he'd had a tail, it would be slamming against the wall, if the radiance of his smile were any indicator. "I'll be good for you." Simon whispered into John's hand, before kissing it.
John held back the 'good dog' that threatened to escape him. No need to tease the drunk. He wasn't sure yet how he'd take it.
"I still need ta pee, Simon." He ignored the way Simon whined as he took his hand back, how close they were as John finally freed himself from his trousers. Pointedly kept his mind blank while his hands were on himself and Simon's arms found their way around his middle. How he burrowed his nose into John's hair with a contented sigh.
They made their way back to the table, Simon holding the hem of the back of John's shirt. It reminded him of his sisters golden retreaver, he'd seen it holding it's own leash during walks.
Gaz quirked an eyebrow. "That was, quick?"
"We didnae fuck, if that's what yer thinkin'." John rolled his eyes as he slid back into the booth. He expected everyone to shift over and allow Ghost back to the table, this time on the end so he wouldn't desecrate the table with his boots again, when he saw Price put his head in his hands and mumble something to the effect of 'Goddammit Ghost'.
The man in question was now climbing up the back of the booth that Soap was sat in, slotting himself behind him. Okay then. If Soap were honest, it was kinda nice. Ghost was very clearly marking his territory, as he once again wound his arms around John's middle. He placed his forehead against the back of Soaps, and let out a happy little hum.
"We just talked. An important little chat. That's all." He assured the group. No one dared address the man currently caressing Soaps bicep gently.
Soap couldn't help but think that 'MacTavish's Attack Dog' had a pretty nice ring to it.
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🍺🌊 and I forgot the fucken emoji but the one about thoughts on the law and also 📝 for rossssiiiiie babeeey also how does she react to people calling her Rosie instead of Rosa thank u💕
hfjkfmlfkgf megan......... i’m gonna galaxy brain
🍺 - what kind of drunk are they? whats their drink of choice?
she’s a lightweight and she tries to disprove it because she constantly gets teased for it. but when she’s drunk, she’s loud, brash, vulgar, and wants to get into a fight, so she’ll purposely bump into someone so she can punch them. arthur knows this all too well and stops her mid-bump and takes her away while she’s like “BOOO!!! YOU’RE NO FUN!” she loves rum, 100%.
🌊 - can they swim?
yes! she’s a little slow, but she’s got the spirit.
🚓 - thoughts on the law and government?
thinks it’s a joke, but ofc she’ll be on her best behavior since she’s not looking to get into trouble.
📝 - are they literate? if yes how were they taught? if not why did they never learn? do they want to learn?
yes, hosea and dutch taught her alongside john. she’s still got a bit of difficulty with some words though.
👍 - are they honourable or dishonourable? helpful or not? do they expect something in return for their aid?
she’s in between, but she does favor being honorable when helping out someone in need (someone asking for a ride to a town, giving some money to a stranger, rescuing someone from a bounty lmao) if the person explains they’ve got money troubles, she won’t ask for money, but otherwise she’s asking for money or food.
Oh also for the “Rosie” nickname, she feels like a child when she’s called that and gets huffy and irritated if she gets called that lmao
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My love grows in the dark
Men's black button up shirt every day
I cut the most beautiful part of me
/the underlying problem is often psychological, not circumstantial and when problems recur this can result in the caregiver becoming frustrated and impatient with the personality-disordered individual/
The ducks want to be fed
Hands that are bigger than mine
I stepped outside and drowned in the rain
Pretend to love me
I'll be convinced
Cum in my lungs
I'll be okay if ur having fun
I dyed my hair red
A man drinking a can of Jamos on the Frankston line
The cure/the cute
I'm straight edge
Tattooed bros on the internet
Shut the f*ck up she's dead
I got asked my suicide plan and the same day I wanted to die
Hmas babaya
A tree falls into the ocean and doesn't drown
Pray 4 love
Tagged/bread
Selena Gomez 'come and get it'
I haven't managed to shake it yet
I can't live without bread
All I think I want is for you to destroy my whole life
Idk what reminds me of you yet, or anymore
Distraction.
Distancing yourself from the bpd community
Including this line only because you are embarrassed
I only listen to sonny moore's 'gypsyhook' ep
My mum got me out of the water as a child
I imagine being held down in the ocean
The end of my life like an emo song about vomiting
I can't read Kathy ackers writing on smashed in skulls
Photos with your friends
I'm never alone
Whenever I'm with someone I take a photo and upload it to the internet
The blood can't adequately get to the end of my flesh and it often looks grey
Atrophied.
He doesn't know what you are doing but you are doing it for him
Misreading "you make me feel (dead)"
Let me suffer
(buffering noise)
U dnt need to take notice of me anymore because you are my life now
The smoke is tasteless
Boys of summer
How to love yourself
You'd be a (good) parent
I instantly forgot what your voice sounds like and I want you to talk
How to reheat chips
Long distance relationship photograph
My vision is unclear and intense
Where are the flowers
I'm in the water and you know you love me
A frozen corpse
about idealised loves and neuroses
Dead from social anxiety
Practising remembering
U r the thing of great value
Peace sign (discreet).
I woke up with no feelings
Can you touch my hand with your hand
I'm climbing into the bin
Lonely hearts tshirt
It was rly good, I guess you wanted me then
I thought I had nothing to remind me of you
I can smell you on me
I forgot anything you could have wanted
Bad upfront
My body smells of your body
Sudden feelings of worthlessness
I look beautiful because you washed my hair for me
I lost a box of matches
Are you causing trouble for others
Don't talk to me about it again
---(ducks)
\m/
Fluro pink broken hearts
Colourful messy ones
Cut my wrists and black my eyes
Nourishing lightweight concealer
Do I have a personality
Every part of my aching heart needs you more than the angels do
Why are you evil
People who say brb and then never talk to you again
Your life being intolerable because you are anxious so can't do anything you need to do
An urban legend about Mountain Dew ingredients is that dye Yellow #5 (tartrazine) lowers sperm count
Tfw u give someone money and then they call you a man
A heart in trans colours
I never want to see the colour pink again
Shut down before sex but for the first time in your life he stops
The worst summer for drownings
Bread scissors
Idk how to not be treated badly life is impossible
Like would b nice to b able to assume not everyone is actively evil but just dnt think I can afford to not be on guard and avoid speaking to everyone
28000 rubber ducks lost at sea
I remember Kmart selling house paint and my mum having a straw hat in her closet
She said I don't want to be loved by you
He complimented my earrings but I didn't tell him they were my mums
You're not here anymore but I can still smell u in my bedroom
I want u to hurt me and then hold me
Band aid
What's on your mind?
The void has consumed me
The stars that are moving aren't scams
Someone u actually like
Purple bruise made of paint
The chemical fumes remind you of your hunger
The same bad symbol repeated
I think you're a good person now
Who are the people you would allow to save you
Bitch, I'll fucken make you drown in it
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