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Ghost headcanon before the Zone. That’s him and his daughter Anya :D
Elder Emo
Ghost had been lost in thought, planning out his lessons for the following day, when he'd passed a room in the barracks and faintly heard music. Paramore? Normally he'd hear rock, pop, or occasionally something in Japanese. Not emo. Not what he'd been expecting, but a pleasant little throwback for him. He smiled to himself as he made to walk away, taking a mental note to pull up his old playlist and get lost in nostalgia later. But then he caught a bit of the conversation happening in the room.
"No she didn't tell me what it was all for, I stole it, dipshit."
"Why does she need 700 different eyeliners?"
"Are they different? Or is she just a hoarder?"
"Nah, mate. Some are like sticks, crayons, others are liquid. This one says eyeliner, but it looks like the eyeshadow stuff."
"That eyeshadow stuff is useless. Comes off too easily."
The two men were crowded around one's bed, it had been littered with a bunch of makeup, and they didn't seem to know what each was for.
"This is stupid."
"You said you wanted to finally have your emo phase, this is where it starts." The second man picked up a bottle of liquid eyeliner and leaned in close to the mirror, posed to paint his lower waterline with it. Ghost could no longer keep quiet.
"That's a mistake." His voice cause both recruits to jump, scrambling to salute. He rolled his eyes, but returned the gesture, if only to release the two.
He approached the bed scattered with makeup. Ghost couldn't say that he'd ever spoke to either of them, but he'd be damned if he didn't set them on the right path before they fucked themselves over here. "The liquid is for around your eyes, gives a bolder look than the stick. It's not for your waterline, you'll give yourself an eye infection like that." He handed the first soldier his choice in liner from the menagerie before them. "The liquid is bolder, but it smears, not smudges. If you're going for emo, you'll want a smudged look, the stick is better. Lay it on thick, and use your fingers to spread it around and smudge it out. And if it says waterproof, believe it. You'll need makeup remover to get that off." He said that last bit pointedly. If it weren't for regs, he'd let them just leave it like he had. Day old eyeliner that you slept in after a concert always looked so much cooler than when it had been freshly applied, at least in his opinion. Then another thought occurred to him. "Who'd you steal all this from?"
"Uhm... my sister... sir." The first man admitted sheepishly.
"Hmmm." Better a sibling than another soldier. "Give it back. You're in the army. You've been issued war paint, use that." He shrugged. Then added "I do."
The pair were quiet, clearly still not quite sure what was happening. "As you were." Ghost nodded and started to take his leave.
The second cleared his throat. "Uh... ahem... any uh... any music recommendations?"
Ghost turned in the doorway. He thought for a moment, and then "Well, you're listening to Paramore. If you want music from the same time, there's always Hawthorne Heights or Blink-182. You want something heavier look into Breaking Benjamin. Or more upbeat go for All Time Low. If you want something newer, Twenty One Pilots just released some new songs, or there's TX2, who draws a lot of inspiration from the greats. That's a start."
Both men smiled. The first spoke up. "Thank you, sir. This'll be a lot easier with an elder emo around."
Elder emo? Who- oh. Ohhhhh. When? How did that happen? He wasn't supposed to make it this far. Huh.
"Anytime." He nodded as he left them. He tried not to let his emotions show as he made his way down the hall, but internally he was brimming with pride. He'd made it so much further than anyone had ever thought, especially himself. It took a couple of baby emo's for him to see it, but he'd made it. He was still here. Despite the odds.
my contribution to EMO GHOST (2021)
The emo legend himself 🙏🏻
Aeoeoe creative info
MAY I ask about Last Resort 👀🫶
Last Resort is one I'm excited to sit down and start on, I only have a vague outline so far.
Its a 5+1 fic, and also a song fic, about Papa Roach's Last Resort and Falling in Reverse's Last Resort (Reimagined) and the five times Simon Riley listened to Last Resort and it heavily impacted him and the one time Ghost listened to Last Resort (Reimagined) and broke down.
Actually if anyone has good ideas for some of the 5 times, I'll take suggestions. What I have so far is
1) The first time Simon hears the song, after being abandoned by his dad at a show
2) ???
3) ???
4) Simon listening to the song on his way to the recruiting office after a particularly nasty run in with his dad
5) Simon and his unit partying one last time before he gets transfered to work with the Americans, the song plays
And the +1 I'm gonna keep quite, but rest assured I aim to make you cry.
It's not set in stone, I'm still not sold on it, but yeah. I'll figure it out. Comments and suggestions would be appreciated, from anyone really!