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shanicetjn · 2 months
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Honka Bonka Wonkas
Willy Wonka is Ace and has purple eyes- Sorry, I don't make the rules. 💜
Completed - 22 February 2024
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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley
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“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”
Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.
Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.
It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.
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newtdrawz · 6 months
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Them: it's ok, emo Ponyboy isn't real he can't hurt you
Emo Ponyboy:
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(Just a little warm up before I start on drawing requests in my inbox 🙏😭)
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ghouljams · 9 months
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Ghoul- Ghoul- Ghoul- i must know, we’ve seen how Ghost and Die operate, we’ve seen Fetch and König (love those two fr) you said Soap summoned his demon- what’s he like with his demon?
-Lurk 👁️
I feel like Soap and his demon are well fit to each other. I have many thoughts actually about this. Mostly that when Soap summoned his demon he sort of bypassed the distribution system. So his demon did not come pre-obsessed with him. They sort of volunteered to see what was up and decided to stick around on their own. So the relationship is definitely different from Ghost and Die/König and Fetch.
Anyway, here's Soap and his demon(Hush) on their first mission.
"So," Soap tugs the casing off a strip of wire with his teeth, "do you know Die?"
"Do you think all demons know each other?" You raise a brow, fingers holding wires against C4, hand raised to keep the area quiet as Soap works. Soap stops his wire twisting to look at you, you snort. "Yeah I know Die."
"Don' do that, we got half a bomb between us." He sounds half serious, but his smile is a mile wide. You shake your head, wrist flicking to enforce the perimeter as an enemy attempts to cross it. Your silence gripping their neck until they also fall quiet.
"Why do you ask?"
"Just seems like," Soap stops, mumbles to himself and shoos your fingers away to check his wiring, tugging the ignition free and turning it over in his hands. "Now that isn't right." You wait for him to do what he needs, readjusting wires and sticking it back into place, before prompting him again.
"What's it matter if I know Die?"
"Figure if we're all living in close quarters you may as well know each other." Soap grunts, bopping the ignition with his fist a few times to make sure it's stuck. "Alright pop this where I showed you."
"Two men in four meters, try not to get shot while I'm gone." You tell him, grabbing the bomb and sinking into the shadows. It's an easy place, Soap's already done all the hard work, you just need to press the button. The little red light on the top blinks, and you flick your magic over it. The wall explodes without so much as a sigh, blanketed by your cottony silence. Satisfied you let your ties pull you back to Soap.
"Breached." You watch Soap wrestle one of the two heads you'd counted to the ground, arms tight around his neck until he stops kicking. "Nice one." You flick a few shadows through the man to be sure he's dead while Soap checks his pockets.
"Nice yourself, didn't even hear the blow." Soap inspects the magazine he's pulled and pockets it.
"Yeah it was crazy quiet, you must've wired it wrong."
"You've got jokes," Soap grins, you laugh a little and drop back to the shadows as he starts moving towards the breach, "Let's hear another."
"What's worse than finding a bomb under your car?" You ask, muffling his steps and scanning for any non-Soap noise.
"Wot?"
"Not finding it." Soap snorts.
"Oh you are worse than Ghost, you know that?" He asks, pressing against the broken wall and nodding you into the room. "Why'd the demon cross the road?" His voice is low, rumbling, you like when he tries to be quiet. Somehow he never gets all the way to whispering, he sounds better like this anyway.
"Why?" You scan the room, your shadows forcing their way down throats and pressuring out of lungs, enforcing silence.
"The power of Christ compelled them." Soap responds. You bark out a laugh loud enough to draw fire, melting in surprise back to the darkness. Soap shoots from his cover while you pull yourself together enough to be helpful. "Liked that one, eh?" He sounds far too pleased for having you blow your cover. You like that about him too. Smiling from the shadows as he forces his way forward, aim deadly as he clears the room.
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gatorlovebot · 7 months
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inspired by some of @ohbo-ohno puppy play wiritngs/asks. my spin on a ghoap x reader pupply play dynamic
the very important thing about puppy simon is that he’s only able to get into that headspace once you and soap are aware of his very specific condition. when they’re both in puppy space, soap is to be submissive to you and simon, and when simon is in puppy space he is only to be submissive to you.
he says it like a challenge and it makes you share an incredulous look with soap. it takes everything in you to not just look at simon and say duh. but you don't, because you try to be a good partner, so you just reassure him, of course, i understand, si.
when they play tug of war simon always wins, when you give them treats simon always licks it out of your hand first, he hogs your lap when him and soap scramble up on the couch. if you didn't know how much soap enjoyed being out ranked by simon you would have scolded him a long time ago, but you knew as soon as bad boy would leave your lips simon would lose trust in the arrangement.
and sometimes you and soap use it to your advantage. once you realize simon takes pride in correcting johnny's behavior towards you, you and johnny start conspiring against him. sometimes johnny will pretend to nip at your finger while you're hand feeding them little morsels of treats, you playing the part perfectly, letting out a shocked and pained little johnny.
you see the flash of excitement in johnny's eyes before simon is on him. throwing him back on the ground with his body weight, face in johnny's neck, growling. johnny is quick to present his belly in defeat, bulge visible in his loose sweats.
you crouch down to slid a hand up the back of simon's neck, cautiously, as to not startle him. good boy, si, thank you for protecting me, you coo close to his ear. he chuffs and nuzzles his head into the palm of your hand at the praise.
you take his chin in your hand, forcing him to look at you, now, what are we gonna do with our bad boy?
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kitsune23star · 1 year
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Johnny is always willing to help
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dykejohnnysawyer · 8 months
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michaelhholden · 10 months
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Almost two weeks into my Daniel Kaluuya obsession, I can't believe how little this website talks about him. You guys are crazy about the plainest, most boring guys, and what is there not to like about him?? Is his skin too flawless? Are his brown eyes too big and expressive? Is he too funny and charismatic and smart? Is he too insanely talented as an actor?? What is the problem?? Why are y'all not obsessed with him too???
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razmerry · 7 months
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I love mayview everyone in that town is fucking insane
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miutonium · 9 months
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Im so obsessed with @gamma-gal-24 's selfship I just have to draw them 🤧🤧💕💕
Also plugging myself here heehee Im open for commission :3
timelapse undercut!
Im attaching a timelapse of me adding the effects because @wisp-herr wants to see how I did the shadows heehee
Its basically just me figuring out where tf the shadow suppose to hit and a lot of trial and error lol I use tons of blending mode here. Mostly its multiply and screen. Also for the color adjustment I used correction layers (color balance, gradient map).
For the blur I used gaussian blur on the shadows and motion blur for both Johnny and Emma after I finished painting the shadows on them and merging the layers together. I also made a new layer that i filled with orange, set it to multiply, gaussian blur it and then put it at the back of Johnny Emma layer to soften the lineart edges.
As for the leaves shadows you see me put at the end, I used a bushes template from csp asset that I bought. I lowered the opacity and gaussian blur it before readjusting it to my drawing heehee.
I don't think it really helps but this is basically what I usually do when I draw. I hope you're able to understand my process 🤧💕
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aliciamorov · 6 months
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Me crawling out of my closet, searching the tag 'johnny cage x reader' everyday to find a fic to fanboy over bc i need a dose of johnny cage everyday (im obsessed)
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sciderman · 7 months
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fantastic four #207
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People say that Ghost is Soap's self control, his retrain. The impulse control to Johnny's chaotic energy.
Some might even go as far as to say he's the the mind behind Soap's more careful choices-
It's funny and Ghost laughs at it. Not in their faces, of course, but privately. Jokes about it with Soap, made it an inside joke between them.
Because... It's completely wrong. Completely wrong. But not extremely wrong, his Johnny is chaos incarnate, sometimes he does need a hand to pull him out of the crazed fog his brain gets after setting off the most beautiful of explosions. Or to guide him back after rage clouds his senses.
But that's about it.
In reality Soap is constantly holding himself back, with dangerous smiles and tempting words. He hardly ever shows his true colors or motives. Cunning, like a fox.
It's all about appearences
And what people, in their... Closed up minds don't see yet is that- It's not Soap McTavish that needs restrain (he still bites) or a hand on his shoulder-
But Simon Riley.
The Ghost, who looks calm collected in it's all imposing figure is nothing but a weapon at ready for Johnny to use.
One moment he'll be still, immobile, listening. Waiting, always waiting. Patient-
In the next one, after a simple look from Soap and a soft command. He's butchering the battlefield like he was born -made- for it.
Finishing everything in record time and going back to him, drenched in blood, stance at attention.
Johnny let's the most animalistic side of Simon come out. Let's Ghost take over with no judgement, only swiping the blood from his face with the same gentle caress you would use on a wild wolf. Love coloring his eyes in dark shadows.
It reminds Simon of the depths of the ocean. Dangerous, deadly magnetic and so so beautiful. John smiles up at him and he can't contain himself but to kiss his knuckles. Worshipping.
Because the truth is:
Soap disregards his orders with a roll of his eyes
Ghost waits patiently for them with admiration
And the reality is that: Johnny is the mind to Simon's heart.
The thoughts to his actions.
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ghouljams · 9 months
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Imagine a darling leaving this somewhere for fae!soap because she doesn’t want him to consume her so she tries to keep him fed on her own will as a means of trying to escape his insatiable hunger. It’ll just be on her window sill standing on top of a note that says something like “please leave me be” like a little snack.
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Soap stares at the little deer, wondering what he's supposed to do with it. It's definitely a gift for him, but he doesn't really receive gifts. Even with his artists, it's not really a gift if he pushes them to make it. Maybe that's why they've all started feeling so hollow. Why he can't remember the last time he was full.
He turns the little deer over in his hands, the soft wax, the little twiggy legs. It's not art of him, but... it's for him in a way that he hasn't had in years. His eyes land on the neat, crisply folded paper that served as the deer's display. He flips it open with curious fingers, eyes scanning the single sentence penned in the middle. Right over the folds' crossroad.
"Please leave me be."
He flips the paper over to check that, that's the only thing written. He didn't even know there was an artist here. Weird. He'd know if he was hunting someone. Well, a trade was a trade. He'd leave. For now.
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The next few days yielded no results. His annoyance only waylaid by his lack of hunger. How long had it been since it hadn't gnawed at him to find someone new to feed off of? Soap pauses his walk past the house, spotting a long legged man made entirely of twigs, precariously glued together with wax and neatly sat on the window sill. Soap turns it over in his hands with a small chuckle. Another gift. The weight of it settling in his stomach pleasantly.
"Who do you belong to wee man?" He asks the sculpture, plucking the new note off the sill. It's similar to the last.
"Please don't take me."
He raises a brow, mutters a quick, "Fair enough I suppose," and heads on his way. Not that he knows who he's supposed to avoid taking. Although, he supposes the gift should keep him from snagging the wrong artist.
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It's almost enough to make him giddy spotting another twiggy man the next time he walks by.
"Oh you are a wee beauty," He tells the sculpture. The tiny fae sculpture smiles at him, helicopter seed wings almost comical. He always forgets how humans think of the fae. Reminds him a little of Price. He'd get a kick out of this. Soap unfolds today's note. Same as the first.
"Please leave me be."
Hard to leave you be when you keep leaving gifts, he thinks. Maybe another fae would, but he's been starved too long.
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The gifts continue at regular intervals. The notes stay the same. Until they don't. Soap scoops up the little sleeping fawn sculpture, wrapping some protection magic around it as he flips the note open.
"I don't know who's taking these, but thank you for leaving me be. I won't have any more gifts for a while, I hope you'll stay away while I resupply."
Soap smiles to himself. No ask, no deal. He'll see you soon little artist.
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unsolvedghoulboyz · 8 months
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sometimes a babygirl is just johnny slaughter <333
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gay-caveman · 9 months
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LOOK HIM IN THE EYES AND TELL HIM HES NOT KEN!!
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