Stay Tuned, Sinners!

22. She/her. Snake son is my pride and joy. Minors Do Not Interact!

[snakemama611]

Is MerMay over?

Yes.

Am I still fantasizing about a dragonfish merman holding a boulder for dear life and loudly moaning while a human eats out his genital slit and strokes his cock at the same time?

Followed by that same human riding him within an inch of his life and keeping his mouth open by pressing down on his lower jaw with their hand so he can’t hold back his overstimulated whimpering and whining?

Also yes. 😘

[snakemama611]

Can you make a cod quote on how gaz moonwalk his way out of irritating scenarios like ghost and soap shenanigans and he just starts hitting half a micheal dance routine on his way out with the exception of his signature look of judgements of course, might bust a split just was shock value

Incorrect CoD Quotes #21 (aka 1st Ever Request 🎉)

Gaz: *running into the rec room* Hey has anyone seen my-

Ghost and Soap: *too deep into their makeout session on the sofa to notice him come in*

Gaz: 😐

Gaz: 😑

Gaz: *holds his hand up in a stop motion before moonwalking back out the door*

Soap, on top: *pulls away from Ghost, looking at the door* You hear somethin’?

Ghost, maskless and flushed underneath him: Who fucking cares? Get back down here!

Soap: *happily lets Ghost pull him close again*

I don’t know if this is what you had in mind, my dear anon, but I hope you like it!

[theorist-fox]

Simon only needs a kiss — 18+

CW: smutty smut, pwp. just smut just sex. also the importance of being called by your name ™️ during sex. so underrated trust me (really hard to write with a nameless reader lmao)

When Simon fucks you, hips cradled by your thighs, he likes to keep your lips close.

Can hear you better is all. All your sighs, all your jumbled words. The messy thoughts that escape you as he punches them out of you. Thrust after thrust, he sheathes himself inside your pussy until the curls growing thick on his pelvis are wet with your cum.

Because he's made you cum plenty, hasn't he? 

He can't always tell. Not when you're so soft and open around him, all relaxed and welcoming him happily. Can't always feel when you squeeze, or how tight. You have other tells, though. 

You arch your back, scratch your throat raw. You shut your eyes and bare your neck, burying the back of your head into the pillows. His name falls from your lips in its entirety at first,

"Simon." It drips thick as honey. "Oh f-fuck Simon, I'm—"

Then you lose parts of it. Or he interrupts you,

"Si—" Thurst. "Simo—" Thrust. "Fuck—fuckfuckfuck."

Until you're only babbling nonsense, or barely saying anything at all,

"Ah f-fuck." Panting, sighing blissfully inside his own mouth. "M'com—m'coming again—"

It's shrill, sometimes. It's breathier, or barely rasped. Like it's clawing out of your throat, talons and all. 

"Shit—" Sharp, strident. "Baby." Sweet, tender. "M'still comin'—shit—"

Likes it when you can barely look at him, too busy rolling your eyes to the back of your head. Likes it when your mouth babbles around nothing if not ragged breaths, words you want to form but can't muster the strength to do it.

The pierce of your nails at the nape of his neck. The sting of his scalp as you fist his hair. What a view, the bounce of your tits as his pace picks up, pistoning inside you until the squelch of your cum almost surpasses the slap of skin.

Then, the pull of your arms. 

He's studied the ways to make you cum over and over. Tried it all out with you. Practice, practice, practice—until it became second nature.

Though it took you nothing to understand how to make him babble your name instead.

You crash his lips to yours. A simple kiss at first. Your hips roll upwards, meeting his movements and deepening each thrust. 

Only when you feel his arms give out, the slightest tremble of his elbows, do you lick his mouth. The tip of your tongue along the seam of his lips, inviting him to open them. And he does, dutifully so. Lets you eat him up like he’s your last meal, curling his tongue around yours.

Fingers through his hair. The fat of your tits bulges as it presses up against his chest. The hardness of your nipples as they meet his skin, the curves and lines of your stomach moulding against his own—all enhanced, like he's spellbound and can feel every inch of you cling to his very being.

There is no space to breathe, not when you kiss him so, not when you hold him this tightly.

Wet tongue against his, your spit glistening on his lips. The vibration of your moans transfers against his mouth, until he can't tell if they're yours or his own.

He grunts. "Oh fuck—"

You drink it with your tongue. 

He murmurs your name like a warning,

"D-Don't." Like it's dangerous, like you're a threat. "Fuck, m'gonna—"

Then you deepen the kiss, tilting your head against the pillow to slot your lips together, noses resting against each other. You grab his hand, and he collapses on top of you, burying you under his bulk. His palm is guided to your breast, where you squeeze his own fingers in his stead.

There, he loses bits of himself. Bits of your name, too, muttered in broken syllables,

"Fuck, love—" He curses, pleads. "Shit—yer gonna take it, yeah?" 

Your mouth eats all of them: each fuck and each please.

"Please fuckin' take it."

His hips stutter, but you don't allow him to stop, meeting him halfway with yours. He tries to run away from your mouth, but there's nowhere he can go, not with the shackles of your arms around him.

You kiss him until his lips can only babble specks of your name and that of God. 

"Christ. Fuck—" Thrust. "Perfect—" Thrust. "—Girl. My perfect girl—"

The tightness in his stomach unravels and wraps him wholly, from his throat down to his thighs. Strangles him, robs him of breath and control. 

Makes him tear your name into shreds in the cradle of your tongue. 

Until there's nothing he can do but kiss you, too.

Groaning in your mouth as he cums inside you—rolling deep so he can feel you ripe with it, so he can feel you take it. 

Until your thighs are bouncing limply around his waist for each thrust. The broken sounds of his orgasm further wrecked by the thud of the headboard against the wall.

Better than ecstasy, bringing him higher than any drug. 

You're still keeping him close when he comes down from it. You're still kissing him when he opens his eyes.

He hopes you'll never stop, as he whispers your name.

[catilinas]

the scene where odysseus kills the suitors is very dramatic and all but like. he’s got no clothes on????

i arrive on ithaca

bow: strung

disguise: off

dick: out

[snakemama611]

Hotel: Trivago

[tiyoin]

whoever thinks kid would be an abusive partner is weird.

kid, out of all the pirate crews I've seen so far (besides foxy's, ironically) has the most women on his crew (dive, hip AND hop, house, emma and quincy) and is most certainly a feminist because he's a punk at heart. no way he would treat his girlfriend like a punching bag, absolutely no way.

out of the 24 pirartes that makes up kid's crew, 6 of them are women that he hand selected to join his crew.

luffy has nami and robin and law has ikkaku

people are taking him at face value because he is loud, brash, and, frankly, is alternative. kid knows what it is like to be at the bottom of soceity's ladder, kid named his ship after his first love, kid united the four rival gangs in his home because his first love got killed in a gang war.

i'm so sick and tired of seeign his character get butchered by sadomasochistic horn dogs.

fuck.

not only do i think that eustass is touch adverse and will actually take a while to have sex with him, but because of the betrayals from apoo and hawkins he doesn't trust easily.

yes he is a horrible person. yes he is violent to civilians and is known for creating mass casulaties wherever he goes, but i think eustass would be a tsundere through and through, yes he has his moments of unregualted emotions often, but thinking that he would throw around his partner is just wrong.

to date someone kid would have to have the same level of trust as he does in killer, eustass would be instant attraction but be an extremely slow burner to the point it would be paint watching until wire, heat, or killer intervined and pushed him.

i agree with the headcanons that kid would know that he likes you, but he woudl be in active denial becuase to him love, romatnic love and not platonic love is seen as weak. platonic love is the one that he and killer have, the type of love he feels for his crew and his crew reciprocates. romanitc love, the kind he felt for victoria was ripped from him when she got killed. no doubt we would have seen a tsumdere kid if she were still alive.

kid wants to be the roughest toughest pirate on the sea so to him romance isn't something he's focusing on, not at ALL.

he's a yearner. and it fucking inferitates him.

so stop being fucking lazy with his character and give him the love you want to give him. the love he deserves

everyone can fuck off i love eustass kid.

eustass is the only memebr of the trio (him, law, and luffy) that will BURN down the world for you if anytihing were to happen. law and luffy would internaize it but kid, he would take out the rage of losing you on anything and everything. no doubt the crew would be feeling the need for vengeance after finding out something happend to their precious captain's girlfriend. kid would target and hunt down the person or crew that hurt/killed you. he is insanly loyal to the point he didn't think the two other members of his alliance would betray him. he is so insnaly devoted he named his ship after his first love. he is so insanly human that it pisses me off that people say he is an abusive boyfriend.

kid may be dumb but he isn't an idiot.

being a captive is different than being his girlfriend and even then i don't think he would noncon reader.

[snakemama611]

Show of hands - who else was kind of pissed when Belle professed her love for the Beast, he didn’t stay the Beast?

Not pissed why is this even a discussion

Ofc I was pissed that was the version of him that Belle in love with 😡

I honestly couldn’t give two fucks

Voting ended onMar 3

[snakemama611]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #20 (introducing Nikto x Sherlock + KorTac)

(Nikto returns from month-long contract job and reunites with Sherlock.)

Nikto: *is leaning a book against Sherlock’s leg while reading*

Sherlock: *looks up from her own book* Well, glad to be your desk.

Nikto, without looking up: A lectern would be more of an accurate term.

Sherlock: A pretentious desk, my pardon.

————

Sherlock: If I died, how much would you miss me?

Nikto: It’s cute how you think death can get you out of this relationship.

————

Sherlock: *moves to hug Nikto*

Nikto: *steps aside*

Sherlock: Why did you move?

Nikto: I thought you were going to attack me.

Sherlock: I was going to hug you.

Nikto: Why would you hug me?

Sherlock: Why would I attack you??!!

————

Sherlock: What is your favorite color?

Nikto: Stop asking us stupid questions. Ask something more logical and mature.

Sherlock: How many moles of sodium bicarbonate are needed to neutralize 0.8ml of sulfuric acid at STP?

Nikto:

Nikto: My favorite color is purple.

————

Nikto: Quick question, how does a human relax? We would like to hear it.

Nikto: Still need answers haha.

Sherlock: You ok there, babes?

Nikto: Nope.

————

Nikto: I feel no emotions.

Sherlock: You cried watching Bambi.

Nikto:

Sherlock: And The Lion King.

Nikto:

Sherlock: And Moana.

Nikto: Okay how about we all shut up.

————

Roach: The best part of an Oreo is the black cookie part and not the frosting part.

Sherlock: Darkness without light is an abyss. Light without darkness is blinding. You cannot have a coin with one side.

Ghost: Yo Socrates, it’s a fucking cookie.

————

König: Knowledge is knowing that tomato is a fruit.

Horangi: Wisdom is knowing not to put it in a fruit salad.

Sherlock: Philosophy is wondering whether that ketchup a smoothie.

Nikto: Common sense is knowing that ketchup isn’t a smoothie.

————

König: How are you such a chill person all the time, Sherlock?

Sherlock: Simple. I just don’t argue with stupid people. I just say “you’re right” and move on.

König: That’s irrational.

Sherlock: You’re right.

👑————Happy 20th!————👑

[snakemama611]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #19

Laswell: Where’s Soap?

Gaz: Doing stuff.

Laswell: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s John?

Gaz: Trying to stop Soap from doing the stuff.

Laswell: What? Then where’s Ghost?

Gaz: Trying to stop Cap from stopping Soap from doing stuff.

Laswell: And what are you doing?

Gaz: Stopping you from stopping Ghost from stopping Cap from stopping Soap from doing the stuff.

————

*The 141 sitting around the rec room*

Gaz: Let’s play Two Truths One Lie.

Price: Oh yeah, I’ve heard of that one.

Roach: Oh, I’ll go first!

Roach: I’m small compared to everyone else in here, my eyes are brown, and a building once fell on me and I almost died!

Ghost: That’s the right idea, Roach, but it’s gotta be a bit more challenging for everybody-

Soap: His eyes are green.

Ghost:

Ghost: A building wHAT-

————

Ghost: I want to tell you a joke but I only remember the punchline.

Soap: Go ahead.

Ghost: Tooth hurty.

Soap: When is the best time to go to the dentist.

Ghost: You complete me.

————

Soap and Ghost: *fidget nervously in their seats*

Soap: Listen, I know we made a slight mistake-

Laswell: Whatever you have to say, just save it for the next ten seconds.

Ghost: But-

Laswell: Just five more seconds.

Soap, sweating: What happens in five seconds?

Price, bursting through the door, looking deadly furious: WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD WERE YOU TWO MUPPETS THINKING!?

————

Ghost: So… I see you’ve been spending a lot of time with Sherlock recently.

Roach: No, Ghost. It’s not what it looks like, I swear.

Ghost: Oh really? So no reason for me to be jealous?

Roach: No! You’re the only one for me.

Ghost: Is that so?

Roach: I promise! Sherlock and I are just dating, okay?

Ghost: So there’s no best-friends-feelings involved?

Roach: You are still my one and only best friend! She’s just the love of my life, that’s it!

Ghost: But I’m still the platonic love of your life, right?

Roach: Of course, mate!

Ghost: Mate…

Sherlock: What the-

————

Price: You’re smiling. Did something good happen?

Gaz: Can’t I just smile for no reason?

Ghost: Graves tripped and fell during training.

————

Sherlock, angrily: ARE YOU-

Nikolai: Fucking.

Sherlock: -KIDDING ME?!?!?!

Price: What the fuck was that?

Nikolai: Sherlock legally cannot say fuck, so I’ve volunteered to say it for her.

Price: I think you just like saying ‘fuck’.

Nikolai: That doesn’t make my job less important.

————

Soap: Let’s get you to Sherlock.

Ghost: Is this OUR stab wound? No. Stay out of it.

Soap:

Soap: Alright then.

Soap: *stabs himself in the thigh*

Ghost: WHAT THE FUCK

Soap: L.t., can you call Sherlock for OUR stab wounds, please.

————

Nikolai: I just realized the Five Stages of Grief - Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance - spell out DABDA and I feel like this is important information.

Laswell:

Nikolai: Sometimes you just need to DAB DA grief away.

Laswell: Never fucking speak to me again.

————

Ghost: We need more help. Maybe I should call my friends.

Soap: …Your what?

Ghost: My friends.

Gaz: Is he saying “friends”?

Laswell: I think he’s being sarcastic.

Price: No, no, no, this is delirium, he’s cracked from being awake all night.

Nikolai: Hey, Ghost! All of your friends are in this room.

Ghost: I have other friends! You asked me to make new friends, I made new friends! It was a task. I complete tasks.

————

Soap: *does something stupid*

Ghost: Why are you like this?

Soap: Aww, come on! You know you love me!

Ghost, jokingly: Where did you get that idea?

Soap:

Ghost:

Soap: *sniffles*

Ghost: !!!

Ghost: WAIT I’M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN IT I LOVE YOU!!!!!!

————

(Soap is hiding from Graves in Las Almas)

Soap: They’re never gonna find me. This is a great hiding spot.

Graves: Some-

Soap: -BODY ONCE TOLD ME!

Graves:

Soap: Shit!

————

Roach: Hey, babe? I think I’m lactose intolerant.

Sherlock: Why is tha- Mother of Christ!

Roach: Yeah I had some chocolate milk earlier and then I threw up.

Sherlock: GARY THERE IS A KNIFE IN YOUR STOMACH!

Roach, looking at his stomach: Oh yeah, I forgot that was there.

Roach: Anyway, like I was saying, I had some milk-

————

(141 on MacTavish Family Farm)

Ghost: Look at all the cows.

Soap: You know every animal isn’t some form of cow, right?

Ghost: Of course I know that. *points at a cow* That’s a cow.

Soap: Yes.

Ghost: *points at a goat* That’s a smaller cow.

Price: Simon, no.

Soap: That’s a goat.

Ghost: *points at a chicken* That’s a feathered cow.

Soap: What?

Price: Simon, stop.

Roach: *points at a goose* That’s an even bigger feathered cow.

Gaz: Don’t encourage him, Roach!

Ghost: *points at a horse* And that is a racing cow.

Soap: No!

————

Alejandro: I guess I’m just too tough to cry.

Rudy: Just this morning, you were crying about snakes.

Alejandro, tearfully: THEY DON’T HAVE ARMS!

[losertriangles]

Seriously, my favorite design of Angor Rot will forever be his eyes

[snakemama611]

Same sister same

[rawme-price]

HHIII

Been a HUGE fan of your content along with others ( @hatsbuckets and @total-killer-brainrot to name a few) and I’ve been wanting to get into writing fanfic for some time. And I was wondering, how did you get yourself into writing and are there any tips you have for others?

No pressure to answer btw (ᵕ—ᴗ—)

-🐡

The key is to be horny enough to post about it.

^^you may think thats a joke but thats ACTUALLY how I started writing😭 it was just a "holy shit kyles hot i wanna suck his dick" post and soon those devolved into rambling then eventually blurbs and now I write ig.

It doesn't even have to be good writing!! Seriously some of my older stuff is actually dog shit but people ate it up!! The key is to just write insanely self-indulgent stuff and not worry about what others think! Pleasing others is for ur work, and writing is for the worms in ur brain <3

I have no tips bc ive only been """writing""" for like five months but!! Anyone's welcome to comment or reblog with their own tips or additions! <33

[snakemama611]

Honestly same but for my baby bug <3

[snakemama611]

I have an AU idea stuck in my head for ‘09!Ghost and it will not leave me alone so let’s do this:

Instead of Sherlock being Nikolai’s niece she will be the younger cousin of Simon Riley. But not like the “Oh, we’re related? Cool” kind of cousin. I mean the “she lives in the neighborhood and is basically the little sister he never asked for” kind of cousin. Simon felt just as responsible for her well being as he did for Tommy, and Sherlock looked up to him. Simon was the oldest, Tommy was two years younger, and Sherlock a year younger than Tommy.

Simon did what he could to shield her from what was going on in his side of the family. Sherlock saw enough, though, knowing as a kid she didn’t have the power to stop him but did offer as much comfort as she could provide, including but not limited to surprise sleepovers at her place whenever his dad was getting especially rough with him.

Before 9/11, Sherlock was working on getting a degree in English Literature and paying for it with a part time job at the same grocery where Simon was an apprentice butcher. After 9/11, however, she joined MI6 specializing in technical analysis and intelligence interpretation.

Sherlock had finished up a long-term joint operation with counterterrorism when she found out her cousin and Roba, and immediately dropped everything she was doing fly down to Texas to pick him up.

Sherlock spent about two months helping him settle back in and sure he was okay, despite his protests.

“MI6 needs you more than I do, cuz.”

“Nonsense. You’re family, and I’ll be damned if I’m letting you fight this alone.”

When she had to go back to work in London she made him swear to contact her every day. Call, text, email, video, whatever lets her know that he’s okay and alive. Simon makes sure to honor that promise.

Until that awful night in December.

That night, Sherlock wakes up to the sight of her cousin breaking into her flat and bleeding all over her recently mopped floors and Christmas decorations, holding her for dear life and telling her between sobs that everyone in their family is dead.

Once they are no longer holding each other in a grieving heap on the floor, Sherlock gives Simon all the intel she can scrounge up on Captain Sparks and Lieutenant Washington so that he can take care of the rest. When he’s finished with the Americans, every single scrap of knowledge he needs to take out Roba and his cartel is his for the taking.

“Consider it a last-minute Christmas gift.”

“Stay safe, Locky.”

“Give ‘em hell, Simon.”

Two months later, when Manuel “El Gordo” Roba of the Zaragoza Drug Cartel is declared KIA, both Sherlock and Simon are recruited by General Shepherd for Task Force 141.

More time will pass, friends will be made, love will be found…

“Gary and Sherlock, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-”

“Captain MacTavish?”

“Aye?”

“Respectfully, sir-”

“-shut the fuck up.”

Roach, staring at Sherlock: 😍

…comrades are lost.

Losing her cousin was heart wrenching enough.

But Yuri and Soap…

…and her love bug…

Captain Price and Sherlock hold each other up at the end of the war, and make sure to visit their graves every chance they get.

————

This is not how I expected this to go, so sorry for the rambling.

[snakemama611]

❗️NSFW inquiry below ❗️

Does anyone else get through their day by picturing their favorite masked CoD man riding their OC’s face while he ruts his cock between her breasts (or his pectorals, whatever your fancy), moaning and groaning shamelessly like an animal in heat?

And then the OC reaches up for a handful of his hair and pulls so suddenly that the man on top cums harder than he has in his life?

No? Just me?

@therealroach141 ? @ghouljams ? @sunshine-and-moonshine ? Anyone?

Like if it’s yes

Leave a comment if it’s definitely yes

Reblog if it’s absolutely yes

(Also let me know if I missed any masked hotties in the tags.)

[snakemama611]

I was today years old when I realized that since male caribou/reindeer are bulls and females are cows, they could be called cari-bulls and cow-bous. 🤣

Merry Christmas, everybody!

[snakemama611]

I don’t know who needs this or not (*cough cough* @therealroach141)but here’s some Roach x OC drabble:

Sherlock who is the big spoon, who has nightmares of too-tight chains, bruises and gashes littering her flesh from too many beatings and not enough time to heal, mumbling prayers and pleas for someone to either free her or kill her, whichever ended her suffering faster.

Sherlock who wakes up not bloody and in chains, but healed and laying in bed, her back pressed against her man’s.

Sherlock who reminds herself that the terrible things that happened to her were in the past, repeating it in her head like a mantra as she rolled over to face her man’s back.

Sherlock who could already feel her mind settling down as she wrapped her arms around the sleeping man beside her and tucking her nose into his shoulder.

Sherlock whose heart stuttered when the man she had wrapped herself around leaned into her embrace and rolled his head backwards onto her shoulder, allowing her to rest her head against his neck.

Sherlock who had to use every ounce of willpower not to cry when her man took her hand in his and brought it his lips, leaving them pressed together as he slept.

Sherlock who would remember pressing her lips to his shoulder before falling back asleep.

VS

Gary Sanderson who is the little spoon, who on really bad nights will dream of bleeding and dying on the forest floor, the last thing he feels before jerking awake being the freezing cold of the ground on his back and burn of the fire crawling towards him.

Gary who opens his eyes to the feeling of the cool night air kissing his face, and a pair of arms holding him close to a warm body behind him.

Gary who carefully rolls over onto his other side, not wanting to disturb the sleeping woman beside him, taking a moment to admire her beauty in the dark.

Gary who gently pushes his woman onto her back before laying himself between her legs, one hand snaking behind her shoulders to cradle her head and neck, while the other supports the arch of her back, and his face pressing as deep into her cleavage as physically possible.

Gary who closes his eyes and lets himself feel rather than see his woman’s cotton-clad legs press against either side of his waist and her hands tucking his head beneath her collarbone.

Gary whose heart was aching at the sound of her sleepily assuring, “You are safe, bug. You are loved.”

Gary who fought against his tears as he let himself go back to sleep, knowing his tiny woman would keep the rest of his monsters away.

[chocolatethingarbiter]

Oh my dudes. I just realized an interesting connection of Huskerdust to the story of Persephone and Hecate.

Hades = Lord of the underworld/Hell (Val)

Persephone = his abducted bride. (Angel)

Cool cool cool.

Until I learned about Hecate. Who sees Persephone abducted. Who leads the 9 day search for her and finds out where she is. The deal eventually made us that Persephone can't leave permanently. But she can go back *half the time*. Very similar to Angel's deal with Val.

Once Hecate finds out Persephone is in hell, she, having free movement between worlds, goes to her and becomes her permanent companion in the underworld.

And when it's time to move between worlds, Hecate guides her through the transition so that she's not alone.

And Hecate is the Goddess of magic. MAGIC.

And old age.

And wisdom. And night and transitions and the boundaries between worlds. And she helps people through grief.

---

If the Huskerdust story is similar, Angel will not be able to leave Val.....eeeeeehhh no, I can't accept that so I'll say he's not able to leave Hell permanently. Maybe he's got other attachments there. I imagine not everyone WANTS to go to heaven.

But eventually Angel will be able to go to heaven too. And maybe spend half his time in each, with his friends who got redeemed (Pen, Cherri, Molly, etc) and his friends who say in hell (and maybe Charlie because she's hellborn and all??)

And Husk will find him, guide him, be his permanent companion, and fly him between the worlds.

And they'll kiss and get married and stuff.

Edit: regardless, I don't think Husk will rescue Angel from Val. Angel will need to do that himself to regain his self worth. But Husk will be able to rescue him from grief.

[snakemama611]

I’ve already considered the Hades x Persephone trope twice. How dare you make me consider it a third time!

The first I heard about their story was in high school, and the teacher referred to it as “The Abduction of Persephone”, where Persephone was kidnapped by Hades after Eros shot him with one of his arrows. And then Hades tricked her into eating six pomegranate seeds from the Underworld so that she would have to stay with her every six months.

The second time, however, it was spun like the movie “Tangled”, where the naive daughter (Rapunzel/Persephone) was hidden from the world by the mother figure (Mother Gothel/Demeter) that knew best.

But thank you, @chocolatethingarbiter, for scrambling my view and making me see this in a new light!

[therealroach141]

How tall do you think Roach is? I’m thinking somewhere in the 5’8”-6’2” range.

😐

Maybe 5’11? Ish?

At my last physical I measured a solid 5'10 thank you very much- 🪳🪳

[snakemama611]

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Incorect CoD Quotes #18

Soap: I'm having a midlife crisis. Price: You're 26. Soap: I might die at 30. ---- Sherlock: Roach just gave this to me and said, "I feel like you deserve the moon but all I can give you is a rock". Ghost: If you don't marry him, I will. ---- Graves: So I was thinking- Alejandro: That's great you do it more often. Graves: I wasn't even done yet. Rudy: What a shame. ---- Ghost: Love is a lie. It's only a distraction from the reality where we realized we'll never find someone. All of humanity is dead and nobo- Price: Son, what happened? Ghost: Johnny didn't text me good morning today. ---- Farah: I'm very upset and there is nothing that can make me feel better. Gaz: Farah: No. Gaz: Farah: Don't. Gaz: *brings Alex into the room* Farah, fighting back a smile: sHoOt- ---- Ghost: Our can opener is broken. Soap: So it's a can't opener? Ghost: Ghost: I can't believe I'm dating you. ---- Sherlock: Simon, I'm going to the kitchen. Do you want anything? Ghost: The tears of our enemies wrenched from their bodies as their bones are crushed. Sherlock: I have jasmine tea. Ghost: Ooh, jasmine. Yes, please. ---- Waitress: And what would you like? Nikolai: I wish to devour the unborn. Price: Eggs, he wants eggs. ---- Roach: I am so cool. I am an absolute Chad. I am the epitome of coolness and awesomeness- Sherlock: Hi.

Roach: *melts down ina flustered heap of softness*

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Gaz: Truth or dare?

Price: Truth.

Gaz: How many hours have you slept this week?

Price: Dare.

Gaz: Go to sleep.

Price: I don’t like this game.

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Roach, clenching their fists: Fight me!

Sherlock, standing next to him, shaking her head, holding a knife: [mouths] Do not.

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Shepherd: I don’t take kindly to insults.

Sherlock: Funny, with a face like yours, I’d have thought you’d be used to it by now.

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Roach: *kicks down the door to Sherlock’s office looking panicked*

Sherlock: What did you do?

Roach: Nobody died.

Sherlock: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?

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Ghost: Two years ago, I lost my dear partner Johnny…

Soap [from another room]: STOP TELLING PEOPLE I’M DEAD!!!

Ghost: *sighs* Sometimes I can still hear his voice.

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Roach: Soap, can I talk to you for a second?

Soap: Yeah, what’s up? Lemme guess. You and Sherlock are having problems and you want me to teach you how to kiss?

Roach: What? No, stop that. I know how to kiss. I’ve read books.

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Price: Nothing in life is free.

Roach: Love is free!

Soap: Adventure is free.

Gaz: Knowledge is free.

Ghost: Everything is free if you take it without paying.

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Roach: [picks up a piece of paper] What’s this?

Sherlock: My to-do list.

Roach, looking it over: It just has my name on it.

Sherlock: 😊

Sherlock: 😏

Roach: Oh 😳

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Laswell: What is the proper way to deal with someone that annoys you?

Farah: A knife.

Laswell: No!

Krueger: Two knives?

Laswell: No!

Sherlock: You guys are savages.

Nikolai: Yes, you should know by now that the proper way is an untraceable poison.

Sherlock: Exactly!

Laswell: …You’re all insane.