anything and everything

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[everything-nothing-black-hole]

First part of my cosplay!

[enigma-system]

Another doodle :3

POV: He‘s drunk and you took his knife cause safety first - kabedon Mikey ensues 🫣

Drunk Michael for @necrocto

[the-daily-slasher]

Slashers & an S/O with a 9 to 5

Happy Monday and in honor of all of us with a 9 to 5 and adult obligations I present how each of the slashers react to and deal with an S/O with a 9 to 5 job.

Slasher List: Michael Myers (RZ & OG), Jason Voorhees (OG & 2009 Remake), Brahms, Thomas Hewitt

Michael Myers (RZ):

No. Why?

He'd be dead asleep when your alarm clock would go off during the weekdays. (He'd crushed, thrown, and destroyed a few at this point, yet you always brought another one home from the dollar store)

Your hand hits the alarm before he has a chance to crush it in his. You roll over to get out of bed but his arms tighten around you. A simple, tired grunt asks you to stay as he hides his face in the back of your neck.

"Michael... please." You yawn and try again to sit up but he won't let you. You sigh and lay down, turning toward him and kiss his forehead. "I have to go to work, baby."

Michael just grunts in reply once more. He knew you had to leave but he wasn't happy about it.

Some days he does his best to play the role of househusband.

You'd come home to flowers ripped from the neighbor's yard laying on the table (chunks of dirt still attached to the roots and stems slightly crushed)

Other days (most of the time) he follows you all day. Sometimes you are aware of it, sometimes not. Either way, he views it as his job to protect you.

Michael Myers (OG):

If you're both sleeping in the same bed, good luck trying to get up on time. He won't sleep often, but when he does, he sleeps hard and he does not like being woken up.

He will rip out the insides of any alarm clock that wakes him up (or stab it).

He doesn't sleep often, even around you. He'd much rather watch you sleep. He feels powerful holding you as you sleep. It annoys him when you have to get up and go to work. But he understands the necessity of it.

You going to work puts food on the table and helps him maintain his hiding spot at your house. If you were late or didn't show up he knew people would come looking for you and find him.

He is much more affectionate when he thinks you're asleep. He runs his hands through your hair and holds you against his chest.

Jason Voorhees (OG):

Househusband of the year.

Granted, he hates that you have to leave every day.

Massive Separation Anxiety

He often questions if you'll come back home to him or if this time you're leaving for good.

In the morning when your alarm goes off he shuts it off gently if he wakes up before you. He'll hold you close and rub the small of your back to help you wake up. There'll be no 'being late' in this household! (His mother wouldn't approve)

You roll over to face your big, scary husband. You kiss his shoulder and mutter a quiet 'good morning'. It's met with a happy sigh out and a kiss on your forehead. He holds you for a few minutes, but soon he escapes your arms and goes to make coffee to help you wake up.

As I stated previously, being late is not an option.

Jason Voorhees (2009):

Hates. Hates. Hates that you have to leave every morning five days a week.

Some mornings he doesn't even allow it. You've had to 'call in sick' more than once. Luckily your job is fairly understanding as jobs go.

When your alarm goes off you wake up laying on his chest, a bear-skin blanket laying over both of you. The early morning chill causes you to pull the blanket up closer to both of you.

His quiet, deep breathing shifts, indicating that he's woken up as well. You're greeted with a huff when you kiss his cheek with a 'good morning, love'. His hands find their way to your hips and he holds you against him. You feel something press against your inner thigh as he nuzzles his face in the nape of your neck. You already knew his would be another 'call in sick' type of morning.

Brahms:

No. Absolutely not!

In his mind, he is your full time job.

Every morning the two of you wake up to your alarm he tries another excuse, another proposition, another way to convince you not to go in that morning. He's begged, pleaded, pouted, argued, and even tried convincing you in "spicier" ways ever so eager to please you (especially if it keeps you in bed all day and away from that office job he hates so much).

On occasion you do give in, deciding to call in sick or with car troubles, or something else you come up with to placate your boss.

The mornings he can get you to stay, his ego truly goes through the roof. He did it, he kept his precious doll, his beautiful mistress from leaving him that day (and he is sure to reward you for it).

Thomas Hewitt:

Understands, though begrudgingly.

Part of him wishes you were a little more invested in the Hewitt family business. The other part of him is glad to keep you as far away from that world as possible.

He often wakes up before you to take care of chores before the day gets too hot, so no need for an alarm.

You often wake up to a kiss on the cheek or forehead and the smell of breakfast somewhere in the house.

"Good morning, Tommy." You yawn as you roll onto your back. You open your eyes to see your husband standing over you and you smile sleepily, opening your arms to call him back into bed with you. He sits down beside you and pulls you into his arms and onto his lap. Your head rests against his shoulder as you wake up. He rests his head on yours and holds you until you're awake enough for a cup of coffee.

[teathattast]

[gluten-free-pussy]

WHAT

[theshockinglyeloquentdog]

Pusheen is married?!?

[lilkearnsie]

PUSHEEN HAS BABIES?!?!?

[grimauxiliatrixofficial]

Queen Of Keeping Personal And Professional Lives Seperate

[mortimermcmirestinks]

SINCE WHEN IS PUSHEEN A GIRL

[foulfowledfool]

an absolute queen. her birthday is febuary 18th

[mist-the-wannabe-linguist]

she's Irish

[teathattast]

Pusheen fucks

[horsebra]

this is basically the world cup (fights definitely break out, price does nothing to stop them, "they're grown they'll manage")

[gogotti]

Michael Myers with a very smiley/happy s/o

I had a dream that I was being very smiley with him so that’s where this comes from :)

He doesn’t know why you’re so happy but good for you I guess?

Whenever you see him, whether he’s covered in blood or fresh out of the shower you forced him in, you have this big smile on your face

At first it was very infuriating, he’s here to kill you why are you smiling at him?

He’s trapped you in a corner, knife at your throat and, even though it’s a nervous smile as you bargain for your life, it’s still a smile and he hates it

He would only come back to attempt to scare this shit out of you and permanently wipe the smile off of your face

But you had other plans.

When he’d arrive the next time you’d have leftovers on the table for him and a little note with, you guessed it, a smiley face

He would throw the note to the side somewhere and scarf down the food you made, because dead animals aren’t cutting it anymore ya know?

As he decided you were worth keeping, at least for a little bit, he could see you out the corner of his eye, smiling at your perceived success

He would still attempt getting you to stop, and strangely you persevered

Until one night he found you curled in a ball on your bed, having a very bad day

He would approach you loudly, and you would turn to face him, sprawled out and a miserable look on your face

You would mumble a weak, “just kill me already”

And he wouldn’t

He would stare, now mad at you for the lack of smile that he expected from you

How dare you be sad?

All he knew was that smile, why would you take that from him?

He wouldn’t know what to do with you though and he’d just leave, stomping out of your room in anger

The next day he’d come back to you sitting in the kitchen, picking at your plate of food with his leftovers at the other end of the table

He would stare at you the entire time you ate, a smile on your face again

“Hey, sorry for that yesterday, I had a pretty stressful day at work and…”

He would watch your smile fade, but you’d quickly fix it

He didn’t like that smile. He hated it.

He knew it was forced, and he stared daggers at you until you dropped it again.

“I know you don’t care about my day, but… I need someone to chat with. You think you could listen for a little bit?”

He was used to sitting and listening, that’s all he ever did in smiths grove, so he sat and listened, watching you as you went through the evens of your day, and getting up and replacing the food on his plate whenever he ran out

(you just wanted him to stay still and you assumed food was the only way to do that)

He didn’t know how long he had listened (and ate) but he was very satisfied with the large smile that formed on your face after you had gotten past the bad and talked about the good

When you were done you stared at him, letting out a “Thanks for listening.” after a while of just looking.

He huffed, got up and crashed on your couch. You just tossed a blanket over him and called it a night.

Next morning you were making breakfast, smiling and humming a tune and he couldn’t help but watch in amusement

Now he can prevent those nights spent crying, though at first it wasn’t voluntary, you would just plop down in front if him and vent

As time went on you would get closer and he’d allow you to lean on him, until you just ploped down in his lap and laid there, not a word exiting your mouth

After a while you looked up at him and smiled, “I missed you, that’s all.”

He looked away, embarrassed, and he’d rather die than let you know you flustered him so instead, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, not letting you get up

That was until you bribed him with dinner

When he finally would take off the mask you would see the look in his eyes when he’d catch you singing

Or when he’d sneak behind you while you were cooking, only to attempt to steal some of the food you were preparing

You didn’t know exactly but you would assume the look he’d give you, his brows relaxed and the corners of his mouth twitching slightly as he watched, was one of admiration

He’d never tell you that you’re right, but he’d watch the smile on your face grow when he’d lean over and kiss your forehead

[abc-ok]

and still he🧼 FLIRTING >:3

[kinghazycrazies]

Something about this conversation after Soap tries to aim with his wounded arm… Someone hold me I’m about to pass out

[renderspage]

“Feeling weak, are you?”

“A bit shaky, sir. Yeah”

I am losing my mind. The way they’re so out of breath. Sounds straight from a fanfic 😭😭😭

[mizushibart]

mission gone wrong. a commission.

[horsebra]

You can try harder. Do you not have enough motivation?

[manitapaleta]

not pictured: Soap frantically getting Ghost down after noticing him start to wheeze. 🧼 💀

[mizushibart]

You're back, you're finally back! collab with @the-rising-demonmistress-of-styx https://archiveofourown.org/works/44185177

It was the first mission Ghost had been sent on alone since their wedding day. They both knew it was likely to happen and yet when the time came, it still felt like a punch to the gut to kiss each other goodbye and try not to turn around, not to hesitate on the ramp that led into a helo that would take him far away from the only place he wanted to be in.

It was business as usual and yet nothing felt normal about it. He crawled through the mud, sat watch on his own, and sniped like there was no tomorrow; to the outside world he existed just as the lone wolf Ghost in the field but when it was just him, no one watching, his hand always found its way to the ring hidden underneath his vest, hanging close to his heart on a silver chain right next to his dog tags.

The days dragged on like years, marking each second as a time lost; time that should have been spent elsewhere, not with a cold rifle but with a warm cup of tea in his hand and not the harsh touch of his mask on his face but a soft kiss gentle against his lips.

Ghost's body was at work but Simon's heart was at home and the dissonance between the two never felt more jarring. He only carried on to make sure he'd return as a whole. One day at a time, one sleepless hour after the next.

His heart beat steady when he saw the familiar building of their headquarters through the car window as he counted the minutes until he could finish reporting, hand over the weapons, gear, and the invisible Ghost mask he wore as a shield for his emotions.

He stepped out of the car and for a second he thought the mission was somehow not over, that they got him right as he thought he was safe when he got tackled to the ground, falling on his butt gracelessly, rifle still in his hand. But then there were hands, warm familiar hands embracing him and a soft face pressed to the side of his mask, a tear soaking through the material, cold but so dear against his ear.

"You're back, you're finally back!"

[ave661]

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

🧼"That's the only right way to say it, LT..."💀

Ghost and Soap can't seem to find a common ground.

Idea by the brilliant @shadeops21 who feeds me with inspiration. Thank you King.

Hope you love it! ♪(^∇^*)

[soft-cryptids]

Bad habits.

[quozacheese]

brain go brrr

[quozacheese]

more rough sketches of my grim reaper au (ft keegan bc why not)

[murkclaw]

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