"Ye ever miss it?"

Nik tilts his head towards Johnny, eyebrow lifting in question.

"Bein' in the airmy."

Nik shrugs. "Not really. It was not the best fit."

Simon huffs around his fag, silver smoke puffing through the gap between hips. Nik, the arms dealing aircraft nerd, had to be pulling their leg. "Ow'd'ya figure that?"

Nik shrugs. "I was never very good at following orders," he considers his cigar between finger and thumb before landing the killing blow, "I am not submissive enough."

bruise.

bruise.

Could you maybe do a ghost doodle?

of course!! i hope you’re feeling better these days anon 🫂🫂

thought it’d be nice to share my simon interpretations with this!

i may be projecting but he is a HUGE magnum eater

A quick quiz: how would you rate my mood right now based on my art?

A quick quiz: how would you rate my mood right now based on my art?

They think Simon is politer than he is; they've never spent a day with the man when he isn't trying to make a good impression.

He's scared of walking into his family home, the house in which he grew up, with a new scar. Another mark that differentiates him from the lives of his sisters, another reason for his Mammy to look at his face in mourning.

Johnny was his father's drawn spit; he looked just like John MacTavish Sr. The bone structure in his face, the expressions and mannerisms that come from learned behaviour. The same slur to his words when drunk, the same stance when he's thinking.

And with every new scar, every new injury, he watches his family separate him from his father's son to soldier. because he looks less and less like his dad.

Every time he sets foot in his childhood home, he's distinctly aware that saving his country has cost him that similarity, that comparison that he was so deeply proud of. His father doesn't wake up, reaching for a gun, nor does he know how to operate through daily life in a way that's least likely to antagonise already bruised ribs.

Don’t get him started… ghosts having a good time I promise. He just looked like that.

more of my Simon being haunted by ‘ghost the centipede.’ A hallucination of his that I like to draw.

More of an artistic expression of his trauma and his anxiety. But I like play around with it. I think I posted that here before? Maybe not. Hm.

also food 🪱🪱🪱

thank you for the meal… 🍽️ some doodles !

los vaqueros..

i imagine alejandro’s laughter is contagious

the song has nothing to do with his name, but it reminds me of him every time it plays 😆