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Thatâs how that went right
Happy Holidays! I hope you'll have a great time with the people you love!â€đ«
Drawing my faves in parasite themed fits so they can hijack bug motorcycles
(Jaceâs look is Alcon Blue, my favorite butterfly, and Vraska is Ophiocordycepsâprobably familiar to any fans of nature documentaries or zombie media)
Blacked out and drew a bunch of planeswalkers as sonics
I think I have some sort of little guy dependency
I saw a comic panel from Storm 3 and IMMEDIATELY knew I wanted to recreate it with my favorite storm mage and his lovely husband đ„°â€ïžđđ€đ€ Bluesky
TikTokers are such pussies when it comes to ships. âB-but theyâre not canon đ„șđ„șđ„șđđđđâ honey back in my day we shipped characters from entirely different medias uphill both ways in the snow
me: feels unloved *searches x reader tag*
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife
You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, whoâs walking alongside Soap
âOh! Sorry about that, sir.â You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for
The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him
That one smile and he was done for
âWho was thaâ?â The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghostâs attention still fixated on you.
âThink that was my wife.â
âYer what?!â
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife
Well, everyone apart from you apparently
He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base donât exactly run themselves
Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case
Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course
By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, itâs understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as itâll be changing soon enough anyway
âYou can call me anythinâ you want, love.â His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. âSo long as you call me, that is.â
By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isnât a date) heâs wondering if youâll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you
You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself âHusbandâ, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently werenât aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as heâd saved your contact under âWifeâ
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe youâre only playing
âAch, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.â Soap said, seeing Ghostâs approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand
âSâfor my wife. Get your own.â The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where youâre curled up on the couch, reading a book
âAw, thank you honey.â You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips
âHappy wife, happy life, sergeant.â Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other manâs pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch
âGod, maybe I really should keep you.â Youâd laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him
Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple
Simon âGhostâ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses
âIs there some sort of party happening?â Youâd questioned, confused out of your mind
âSuppose you could consider it a party.â Heâd answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white
âNow while youâre lookinâ through dress sizes,â heâd added, taking your left hand in both of his. âYou know your ring size? Got my own shoppinâ to do âround here.â
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#dirty minds worldwide
I love all of you đ„ș
Jace: When I snap my fingers, you will forget you were ever a fire mage and will think you were a storm mage all along *snaps finger*
Ral: What? I've been a storm mage since before I knew you, Beleren
Jace: Well, of course you think that. My mind magic is flawless
Ral:
Jace:
Ral: I want to punch you
whoa are they gay or something
UGH THE ENDING OF AGENTS OF ARTIFICE GOES SO HARD WHY IS THIS THE BEST MTG NOVEL EVER
I love that book
Dear Kaya,
I'm a dad now! It is one of the greatest things that have happened in my life.
Also, I'm alive. Which should be obvious since I'm writing you this letter. Don't go around looking for me.
Regards,
Jace
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Kaya, who thought her mail was just random junk: ...What the fuck.
Ral, barging in: Kaya, I need to talk to you. Beleren is alive and he-
Kaya: Yeah, I know.
Ral: What do you mean you know.
Kaya, showing him the letter: He just... Told me?
Ral: He just... sent you a letter... By the gods I hate that man!
Jace: I'm about to blow your mind-
Ral, rolling his eyes: Blow me.
Jace:
Jace: Your mind.
Ral: Uh huh.
they need to start making clothes out of material that can clean glasses well again
you: wait, babe⊠we canât fuck yet⊠you arenât wearing protectionâŠ
your vampire lover: protection? what do you mean prote- oh ok so fuck you first of all
you, holding these:
...stop saying vondom in the tags
Don't forget to take countraception