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cia shows up on the farms doorstep and price and ghost are like how did you know we were here and also we a retired and the cia agent goes who the fuck are you guys que goose storming out with a spray bottle and a newspaper becAUSE FOR THE LAST TIME I DONT WANNA BE SOME FUCKING SECRET AGENT I FUCKIN LEFT THE CITY TO GET AWAY FROM YOU SMARMY ROACHES HOW DARE YOU FOLLOW ME HOME IF YOU EVER SHOW YOUR FACE HERE AGAIN ILL ASSUME YOURE A TRESSPASSER AND SHOW YOU WHAT I THINK OF THE SECOND AMENDMENT (price had no clue the cia wanted his daughter and ghost has never heard anyone talk to a high ranking CIA agent like that depending on what point in the story this takes place they either end up with another kid or ghost has to go do 4 hours of manual labor to get even close to normal about how hot that was)
I think about the CIA courting Goose all the time. Daughter of an British SAS Captain, dual citizenship, award winning marksman, charming, probably strong from the ranch work... they want her so bad.(I want her so bad)
She used to get recruitment letters in the mail and just pitched them because she wanted nothing to do with them, but someone showing up on her doorstep??? Ghost opens the door to a suit and just closes it. Nothing good comes out of a suits mouth, he knows that better than anyone. They knock again. Ghost goes and grabs a sandwich from the kitchen. Goose comes down to ask who it is(I assume this is pre-getting together, thus... main house)
"Some suit."
"Tax assessor suit, or attorney suit?"
"Looked government."
Goose is already grabbing a gun and cocking it as she opens the door to tell them to get off her property. She gets more scouser when she's mad, flips to Texan when she really pissed, and Ghost has never heard her do the flat middle American thing until she is politely telling a CIA recruited that if they doesn't stop bothering her she'll shoot on sight(they've seen her scores they know she'll do it)
Ghost has to go sit in the stable for a while and think about what choices he's made in life that the thought of Goose blowing a suits head clean off his shoulders makes him this hard
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a lovely day to be transsexual & a dog. happy june!
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I haven't been here for long to know what's going on, can you explain to me something about your characters that will baffle me . pleeeasasee
I haven't drawn Rad in a bit so I guess it depends on how new you are if this information is baffling to you.
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Stowaway Savior
The first day of the latest story starring Goose and Ruby is now live on ao3. The first day is covered by 10 (short) chapters. The story is rated E for graphic depictions of violence.
Ruby always has a good read on people and situations. So when her older brother, Goose, decides to help a Rook she doesn't trust, Ruby decides to tag along, whether her family likes it or not. After she was proven right Ruby must get her and her brother to safety and wait for their family to find them, not knowing the UC has thrown a wicked curve ball into the mix.
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Everyone was gathered around the war table, not a single butt in a chair. Somehow Ashta managed to stand still next to his pastel queen, though the restless energy radiated off of him like a thick fog. Jazz and Voss stood at either end of the table, tablets and slates detailing everything they’d found with the Freestar intel spread out in front of them. The lieutenant was posted up on the wall near the door, his closed off body language telling Delgado that the young pilot did not want to be there. He wanted to be out there searching.
“He just gave himself up?” Atomic asked, glancing over to Voss.
“As soon as the alert that we had moles hit our system,” Voss held out his wrists like he was waiting for chrome plated bracelets, “said he was already trying to find a way to come clean and swore he was hampering the team’s efforts, which I buy only because this team is responsible for a lot of previously clean ops with no detection.”
“He was also able to tell my crew exactly where to look on Stone’s ship,” Jazz added, “and that we found one of their team on her ship was another big misstep for them. Rookie mistakes for such an experienced team.”
“Our turncoat said the group viewed this job as a cakewalk.” Voss rolled his eyes, “and now they’re in cells.”
“It was a fucking cake walk for them,” Delgado snapped, “they got balls deep into our systems, sending fuck knows what back home and managed to get the jump on at least one of our captains!”
Voss shrank back from the table a bit, avoiding eye contact with Del. Jazz simply sighed, shuffling slates around on the table.
“What are we going to do?” the Freestar pilot asked, “we’re just wasting time while the UC could be tailing them.”
“We don’t know where they went,” Jazz turned her head to acknowledge him, “I agree with Ashta, no way she actually scatter jumped. Hell most our experienced pilots don’t do it because it costs a lot of helium 3 and can be exhausting.”
“But then where?” Voss asked, “none of her coordinates make sense. I’d assume she was hiding something in them but right now the data is too corrupted to piece that together.”
“I already sent a team to orbit Andraste III,” Del looked to Ashta and Atomic, “Samina sent her assistant with them. They’ll wait a few UT week and then return if no one shows up.”
“I think for now we need to operate like she did attempt the maneuver,” Atomic said as her head dropped, “Ruby is a little stickler for protocol and that’s been the rule since she’s been here: flit through the starfield to shake UC tracking and then make your way home once you’re confident you’re free.”
“You mean search the systems she listed?” Jazz asked.
“Yup, scan each rock and comb every series of rings we find to see if we find the Golden Squid.” Lila was staring at the table, the four systems already pulled up.
#starfield#sam coe#starfield fanfiction#the coemancer crew#atonalginger writes#crimson fleet#oc: Goose#oc: Ruby#oc: Cooper Benbow#oc: Lila Aiza#starborn!Sam Coe#starfield Delgado#Stowaway Savior#Goose/Cooper#Sam/Lila
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Old men in love 💖
#dragon age#dragon age inqusition#blackwall#cadash#oc: goose#oc: franz#<-this man has like 30 names/nicknames so i'll just tag the main ones lol#this is a reworking of an old edit I did months back since I didn't like that one. Sorry if you saw this twice!#jun edits
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ocs...... edmera + goose. idr if u have seen them before 🤔
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I genuinely love the Bi Cullen and Bi Blackwall mods so much because not only do I get the wonderful experience of gay romance with my two favorite guys, but I also get the added bonus of scaling issues causing such gems as:
Cullen saying he’s “never felt anything like this” as Kest shoves his forehead inside of Cullen’s head
And Goose looking like he’s trying to publicly suck Blackwall off seconds after dropping his charges
#dragon age inquisition#dragon age#blackwall#cullen rutherford#dragon age inquistion spoilers#dai spoilers#oc: kest#oc: francois#oc: goose
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Going to make my FNAF OC have "do not stand at my grave and weep" as a tattoo I think.
Because the whole point of the story is the dichotomy between accepting death and dying (OC), and rejecting death and dying (William)
(Also the last line of the stanza it's from is "I am not there. I did not die." which in context of the story is 😬)
Considering it's a fix it (oc accidentally time travels to 1979 fredbears) where CC never dies and therefore no murders happen, it's more character driven and I think playing with this between these two is spicy.
(They both think the other one is the insane one)
#also they are in love#like oh! there is something deeply wrong with them. i want them carnally.#fnaf oc#fnaf y/n#y/n#its a reader insert stroy but they have a nickname so i consoder them both am oc and a y/n yk#some form of afton#itdv tag#oc: goose#the poem is called Immortality by Clare Harner#which adds another layer of irony to this
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June 26, 2022
Yippe! my fursona!! They have gotten chubbier the last time i drew them since i have a problem with drawing myself skinny lol
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The Menace of the Waste
#the separate pieces of Jeremy terrorizing others#Fallout oc#Fallout 3#Fallout Goose#Fallout 3 OC#Fallout fanart
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The first time it happens wasn't on purpose, but Ghost spills over your pumping fist with a low desperate groan that makes you pulse between your legs. "Good boy." You file it away, make a mental note that he came without his usual warning.
The second time it happens is on purpose. You're riding him, grinding your hips down against his lap, feeling the rough curls of his hair against your clit. You press your hands against his chest, stare at him with a smile as he hits all the sweetest parts of you and coo out, "Such a good boy for me." Ghost swallows thickly, tips his head back with a shaky breath, and groans out a swear. He doesn't come, but you can feel his cock twitch, can see the way blush blooms down his neck and over his chest. "Does my good boy want to come?" You ask, succor sweet. The hitch in his breath is the only warning you get before he fills you, spills his warm come into you with a low groan and a mumbled apology. You've never heard Ghost mumble before.
You ask him about it, apologize quietly in the morning when he's got an arm slung over his eyes to shield them from the sun streaming in through the windows. "S'fine," He'd grumbled, still half asleep, "liked it. Got my tail waggin'."
The next time you say it is when you wrap his leash tighter around your hand, just to tug the thick leather around his neck as he fucks you like a dog. "Fuck," you drool against the bed, "my good boy." He fucks you so deliriously hard, too hard for the desperation in his voice when he leans over and tells you, "I am. 'M yours."
#cod x reader#x reader#simon ghost riley#x oc#cod x oc#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost x reader#ghost mw2#simon riley cod#simon ghost riley x oc#simon riley#simon riley x reader#ghost cod#this is about Goose lol#oc: goose#sub!ghost#goose should clicker train this man
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#actually you know what. Memes it#it’s always my dumbest posts that pop off so hey… perhaps…#f/o#f/o community#f/o meme#selfship#selfship community#self ship#self ship community#selfshipper#selfshipping#self shipping community#self shipping#f/o x self insert#f/o x s/i#oc x canon#silly goose stuff
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What's the farthest stretch did Goose do (because you said they ate Gum fruit).
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WIP Wednesday
So today's WIP is a memory/flashback that will be sliced into an upcoming story Stowaway Savior, starring Ruby and Goose and introducing a new oc, Cooper Benbow. This memory is Cooper's and in his POV. When it's finally incorporated into the story it will probably be broken up so y'all get to see it in one piece here
Also it should be warned that there are spoilers for Starborn Saga in this sneak peek under the cut. In case you don't want to be spoiled on that fic *shrug*
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The spacer stumbled back with a machete buried in their suit, visible streams of steam seeping from the rip as the frozen hellscape played bloody hell on the dying fool. Goose kicked the spacer back, unaware of the straggler sneaking up on him. Cooper took aim, slowly pushing all the air from his chest and holding as he pulled the trigger, watching the spacer’s helmet explode in a red vapor-spray, the deafening crack of his rifle ringing out into the crater seconds after the spacer laid dead behind his Crimson captain.
Goose spun around, his sidearm in hand, to see the dead straggler. He scanned his surroundings and then raised his arm up to where Cooper was perched. A chirp in Cooper’s ear lined up with Goose tapping his wrist controls, causing the pilot to smirk under his helmet. He opened the line before slinging his rifle onto his back, “howdy handsome.”
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Goose snapped back, a unexpected heat in his words.
“I got word from a tiny gemstone you were hunting vermin by your lonesome and might need some backup,” Cooper was making his way down the winding stairs, his footfalls echoing as they hit the creaking metal steps, “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t pull dangerous stunts like this again.”
“Ruby called you?” Goose wasn’t moving from his place, scanning the crater with anxious movements that were upsetting to watch.
“Yes, she did. She was worried about you but didn’t want to get your parents involved,” Cooper reached the bottom and strolled over to Goose, “what’s got you so jumpy?”
“You shouldn’t be out here!” Goose snapped his head back to Cooper, his visor hiding his face, though his intense green eyes could be felt all the same.
“Why not?” Cooper pressed.
“There are morphs out here,” Goose growled, “I came out here to liberate the stolen crates quickly but you being down here complicates that.”
“You landed in morph territory alone?” Cooper raised his voice, “and have the audacity to be mad at me?”
“It’s too dangerous for you to be down here!” Goose yelled.
“But not for you?” Cooper shouted back.
“I’m expendable, you’re not!” Goose yelled before whirling around and storming over to a hand loader stacked with sealed crates, “but since you’re here now, grab a fucking loader so we can get on a ship before the locals show up.”
Tears welled up in Cooper’s eyes, Goose’s words banging around in his skull. He wanted to grab the temperamental ginger, shake him to knock sense back into him but not here. He was right about one thing, it was too dangerous to stand around. He hurried over, grabbing the handle of the other hand loader, and started dragging it toward the Golden Squid.
Such a silly name for a ship and yet it fit Goose and his new pride and joy perfectly, the Hope11 docker like a beak and all the bumper legs the tentacles meant to grip her prey. And while the ship itself was black, all the radiators, piping, and attachments had a polished gold sheen. Goose was waiting deep in the loading bay, his sidearm reholstered and a rifle in hand, watching Cooper’s back for any angry locals.
Goose refused to talk more once they were safe on the ship, heading straight for his seat to drop Cooper off at the Stormherald. Just a noncommittal grunt of a ‘goodbye’ as they stood in the loading bay waiting for the ramp to lower. Cooper knew it wasn’t worth escalating here. Not right now. But he would get to the bottom of that outburst in the crater.
several hours later...
“Thanks for assisting out there,” Atomic said with a toothy grin, “always good to know the Freestar has a few captains out there willing to aid their allies.”
“I’m not a…” Cooper caught himself before fully correcting the Pirate Queen. He swallowed and adjusted his gun belt.
“Lieutenant, Captain, it all bleeds together up here,” Lila winked as she tapped her temple, “you have your own ship, making you a captain in my book. As well as the Fleet’s. Have you considered signing on, Lieutenant? Better hours, better pay, more fun.”
Cooper laughed nervously. He was never sure what to say when someone started trying to pull him into the Crimson Fleet.
Goose sighed next to him and gave his arm a backhanded tap, “come on, I’ll walk you to your ship before she starts the hard sell again.”
“We have plenty of boy scout types running with us these days,” Lila teased with her hands on her hips, “just remember the offer is there. We could always use a pilot like you.”
“I will,” Cooper nodded and followed close behind as he and Goose made their way back to the Stormherald.
Goose’s fingers briefly laced with his as they waited for a large traffic jam to clear in the markets and again near the visitor arm of docks. Cooper was flustered, two hours ago Goose was yelling at him, disparaging himself, and now he was sweetly caressing his hand like none of that happened. His stomach turned; he didn’t want to fight but it felt inevitable.
Goose had pressed further into the Stormherald while Cooper locked up the hatch. He heard him in the all-in-one moving things around on the counter, the sound of plates slacking and containers clicking into place. Is he straightening my ship?
Cooper walked into the all-in-one to see that Goose was in fact straightening the kitchen section of the hab, putting the clean dishes away properly and locking all the food containers back into place. He stood there blinking at the scene, trying to wrap his head around what the stubborn ginger was doing.
“I wanted to apologize,” Goose said, his back still to Cooper, “I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. You were there to help and while I had it mostly under control, you made everything move quicker. I’m sorry, Coop.”
“Why were you mad?” Cooper asked, “why did you say…you’re not expendable. Not in the slightest.”
“I was mad because I know you Freestar types,” Goose’s words were barely a whisper, his head hung low, “how quick you soldiers are to play hero and get your asses ripped apart my morphs for folks not worth it.”
“Ethan…” Cooper took a step forward, his hand held out to touch Goose’s arm.
“I still hear his screams sometimes, when the nightmares take root,” Goose shook his head, “he didn’t have to die there. He could have run, scrambled into the loading bay, but he didn’t. He stood there, facing a monster, and died for it.”
“Who?” Cooper winced at his question. It felt invading and nosy even if it was necessary.
Goose sighed, “A soldier that was traveling with Atomic when we met her. Fury was a decent guy who deserved better. He didn’t have to die for some punk kid.”
Cooper remembered that name. He was a green recruit, fresh off the farm, when Commander Shepard was reported dead from a terrormorph attack outside Akila City. Word was he was a damn hero, working side by side with pirates to liberate the city from outlaws and then sacrificed himself to save his crew from a UC xenoweapon attack. He’d never realized that Goose was apart of that crew.
“He wouldn’t think that,” Cooper said softly, “and I can think of at least a few people who would be devastated to hear you talk like this. To hear you call yourself expendable.”
“Every pirate in the fleet is expendable,” Goose stood a little straighter, “and I’m sure your COs would say the same about your soldiers.”
“I’m not talking about them,” Cooper was firmer, “Do you have any idea how lost I’d be without you? You aren’t expendable to me, dammit!”
He could see Goose’s jaw flex, setting into place.
“Ethan, look at me,” Cooper took his arm and forced the ginger to face him.
Goose’s eyes were turned to the ground, reddened and glassy. His cheeks were flush and his lips a thin line as he bit his lower lip. Cooper reached out and cupped Goose’s face in both hands, rubbing his thumbs across the rosy cheeks. He leaned in and kissed the line of lips, feeling his pirate stiffen his stance, locking up, as their lips met.
Cooper internally sighed and went to pull away when Goose’s hands seized his face, his lips pushing hard against Cooper’s, a passionate hunger overpowering both their senses. He leaned into Goose, pressing his body against his pirate, Goose’s hand slipping back into his hair and seizing a chunk while rocking back into Cooper.
#starfield fanfiction#the coemancer crew#atonalginger writes#crimson fleet#wip wednesday#oc: Goose#oc: Cooper Benbow#even all these years later some wounds haven't healed
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ik something like this has probably been done before but I wanted to draw matthew patel’s edgy warrior cats oc because he would absolutely have one
(the dumb meme on its own:)
#scott pilgrim takes off#scott pilgrim anime#spto matthew patel#spto gideon graves#cringe warrior cats oc#spto fanart#spto#scott pilgrim vs the world#matthew patel fanart#matthew patel#gideon graves#gordon goose#scott pilgrim#scott pilgrim’s precious little life#pumkinpatchwork
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