#seal.asks

I was gonna type a quick praise for "they will get atop of you", because it had me CLAWING at the wall and panting like a feral dog, but then I got carried away and from the bed I sat my ass on my chair and started typing away.

Before I analyze or fangirl over anything.. just wanna say I'm wagging my tail and to be extra cheesy the word "longing" was written on my dictionary long before I knew you, but its true meaning comes out every time I wait for your answer. Won't you give me treats?

On bad days the feeling of someone’s hands around your neck and “don’t you know it, sugar, I love you more than life itself” doesn’t let you as much as look into the direction of normalcy.

HAD MY THIGHS CLENCHING. I love my men flagged as bloody red.

Maybe it's not what you whine for in the dead of the night, curled on a too big, too cold bed - the absence of presence behind you feeling like a phantom pain of the other half you no longer have.

A shiver ran down my spine, cuz luvie who can blame me, your writing plays right in front of my eyes and I'm drooling. Respectfully.

GOT ME MISSING THAT BITCH ASS GRAVES.

Your perfect perfect planning didn’t work out this time and here you are, thousands of miles away from home, in a house that feels as foreign as an extra limb you were not supposed to miss, with pictures of a man who has burned and so did you with him. "In sickness and in health, darlin'." your husband laughs in your head, grief catching up to you in the middle of the supermarket when you try to pick chives.

WE LOVE SCHIZO READERS OR READERS THAT MISS THEIR OTHER HALF SO MUCH THEY IMAGINE THEM TALKING IN THEIR HEAD AS IF THEY WERE THERE, real, tangible, at arm distance that looks like a chasm the moment they reach out.

A limping dog on the side of the road, stubbornly walking somewhere, despite the blizzard and the blinding shine of car lights.

Hashtag hey that's us

You tossed away Phil, did you not? Some poisonous bitter part of you would hiss, catching the whiff of you spiralling down. Not like you should even have this ring after that, it was supposed to be in sickness and health and look at you, sugar, you are in great shape.

IT'S LIKE PHIL IS MOCKING US in our silly little head of ours as our brain rots away with the memory of him, imagining, no, SEEING, HEARING, what he'd say to us if he was alive.

You try not to think about how ‘till death does us part’ wasn’t supposed to be so literal, but here you are, another widow of another man who thought he was immortal and was wrong.

Giggled. Men. Men and their fucking stupid ego that makes them decay six feet under.

A relic to have with you after everything because the ring alone is not enough, because the ring alone is of the husband who was good and who was kind and who loved you.

Let's hum together! When we miss someone we forget all about their evil deeds and behaviors, painting them as sweethearts~

He was not a good man by any metric, but you remember the way he laughed — his eyes creasing in the corners, his warm palm clasping yours when he’d look at you like you were absolutely brilliant, like you were the funniest person in the room.

luv you're just too damn good at writing. I saw the scene playing out right in front of my eyes.

Phillip was not a good man, you tell yourself and can’t help but add: But he was mine.

And that's exactly what fucks people up. Cuz despite people being down right evil, the ones that love them will remember them as theirs. Theirs to hate, theirs to despise, theirs to claw at and theirs to love.

Seven–six–eleven–five–nine-an’-twenty mile to-day, hums the memory of Phillip in your ear and you forget to blink, merging with the black out curtain on your left, arms hanging uselessly down your body. Four–eleven–seventeen–thirty-two the day before

The buzzing in the ear that never leaves. Paranoia or reality?

One of them stopped at the end, turned to look at you in the dark of your living room — strong-jawed and dark-eyed, handsome man, you thought to yourself. He knew you were watching even if he couldn’t see you. Not yet. Not ever, you don’t tilt your head to the side and don’t give him a motion to catch in the corner of his eye. A mistake was made by you many many years ago when you wanted someone like him to discover you and take you a way.

Someone kind, someone good, someone who loved you. But you know this kind of men. You married one of them a lifetime ago.

You have me on leash, one call away. No literally, if I don't show myself after a while, just call me, I will be back n obsessing over you

You watch the man turn away and help his limping friend get up the steps to the house, pad of your thumb digging into the sharp corners of the diamonds in your wedding ring. Yeah, you learned your lesson once. You will not be coming back for more.

Smart move innit. We dont want another military man with an ego bigger than his life span.

In your dreams, Phillip sits on the edge of the bathtub and checks the water temperature, looks back at you with eyes a little too knowing. Always so attentive, you could never hide a thing from him, he couldn’t stand not knowing what it is you are thinking or feeling. In your dreams, Phillip is live and real, curling himself around you — his arms heavy weight on your shoulders, pulling you down, his heat almost feverish when he kisses your face and whispers “stay alert and stay alive, sugar”.

Held my breath, because the delusion and the hope melting in one cocktail of messed up feelings and longing always tastes the best.

You almost hate him when you wake up, because you check your locks and entrances, because you move the gun even closer, because you pack the bag if you’d need to run (again).

THE FACT THAT WE ARE LISTENING TO HIM, EVEN IN OUR DREAMS. woof woof WOOF.

I HAVE TO ADD, IM NOT COMMENTING ON SOOOOOO MUCH TEXTS THAT GOES FROM THIS TO THE NEXT CUZ IT'S SIMPLY CHIEF KISS. I feel everything and more. It makes me long for a man that was mine, or was for a brief moment.

Only when you step deeper inside your house you can feel Phillip humming, practically gentle, scrape of him sharpening the knife in the kitchen that is no longer yours filling the air:

giggling ughshsh kicking my feet n rolling

“If–your–eyes–drop–they will get atop o’ you” and it no longer feels like warmth, shine of your own knives in the morning sun a little menacing. Part of you is expecting to see the familiar iridescent blue in your kitchen window — man’s face pressed so close, he has to smash his nose to the glass just to see you better.

P a r a n o i a ! ~

and a Phil that's clouding our every thought like the paratise that he is

Only there is no one there and no is coming and you are just…you need to relax, you think to yourself. You need to stop flinching when the man with too much authority in his voice starts speaking. But your dead husband taps “boots-boots-boots” out on the inside of your skull, and you come back into the bedroom, polished metal of his gun a soothing comfort in the rage of sunny November.

COURT! HE IS HAUNTING US. Perfectly so

It’s not panic, you tell yourself. You survived him, you are in control now, you did nothing wrong. You are not scared. Only you still pull yourself down in the place under the windowsill and the gun in your hands is heavy and cold.

It's perverted and twisted, but the way you made him so controlling over us that his words, manners and behavior stick to us like gorilla glue has me mewling.

There is no discharge in the war, you think to yourself, Phil sure did take care of that.

FANGIRLING, YUUUP, MAN MADE SURE WE WERE HIS EVEN IN DEATH.

SO. I'm back, at least for a bit. Can't promise anything darlin', I'm like an hookup that comes back for more n takes takes takes and leaves, only to repeat it all over again.

But sweetheart you're ADORED by me. Never forget it!! Kisses n more

-🦭 anon

I was gonna type a quick praise for "they will get atop of you", because it had me CLAWING at the wall and panting like a feral dog, but then I got carried away and from the bed I sat my ass on my chair and started typing away.

I am gonna be honest, I did not expect this one to be the first you dig in, but hey, I do like it a lot, because what's better than grieving a person that exists only in your head because even in his life he wasn't that man...

Before I analyze or fangirl over anything.. just wanna say I'm wagging my tail and to be extra cheesy the word "longing" was written on my dictionary long before I knew you, but its true meaning comes out every time I wait for your answer. Won't you give me treats?

Depends.

But you are definitely getting appreciation for the re-emerging. As said previously, it is very lovely to see you around these parts, dear friend, imagine me writing "seal anon" in cursive and drawing flowers around.

Something something dear diary, the dark days are in fact over, we shall dance and we shall feast.

HAD MY THIGHS CLENCHING. I love my men flagged as bloody red.

You have no idea, but "flagged as bloody red" imprinted on my brain so hard just now. I should have thought of that description... What a fucking line, seal, this is so true. I will think about it for a while now, this is such a good opening.

A shiver ran down my spine, cuz luvie who can blame me, your writing plays right in front of my eyes and I'm drooling. Respectfully. GOT ME MISSING THAT BITCH ASS GRAVES.

You see, so many people dislike Phillip, each for their own reasons, but I actually do hold a lot of affection for him, because out of the whole set of characters, he is the most familiar to me.

Because, at the end of the day, don't we all know at least one man who genuinely thinks himself above the rest? Who holds affection for his loved ones and yet they are never on the same level as him, not in his perception.

Phillip as a character is many wonderful things, but I do love, how confident, how borderline corrupting he is in his original state because he is so absolutely American military. What else is there to say

WE LOVE SCHIZO READERS OR READERS THAT MISS THEIR OTHER HALF SO MUCH THEY IMAGINE THEM TALKING IN THEIR HEAD AS IF THEY WERE THERE, real, tangible, at arm distance that looks like a chasm the moment they reach out.

Let's be gentle to Reader. Also I do not like the slurs of mental illnesses, so let's not use them around here. It's not nice.

And don't we all sometimes reach out for a version of someone that is no longer there and hasn't been there for a long long time.

Hashtag hey that's us

Hashtag my crawl, yeah

IT'S LIKE PHIL IS MOCKING US in our silly little head of ours as our brain rots away with the memory of him, imagining, no, SEEING, HEARING, what he'd say to us if he was alive.

Your interpretation is very interesting to me, because I was writing that part with the intention of Reader's actual inner voice being meaner than the voice of their late husband, because they do blame themselves for surviving. For so long Phillip was the sun in their sky and now he is gone, but the sky hasn't fallen and the world isn't crumbling, and it feels a little like being cheated out of the promise of inevitable doom.

The vows said "till death does us part" and yet, the death came, only not for the Reader, and not for both of them. Who knew, they'd get the "part" portion of the saying and not the "death" one.

Giggled. Men. Men and their fucking stupid ego that makes them decay six feet under.

True. Also, the "that makes them decay six feeth under" is another awesome way to phrase it, I am going to roll that sentence in my head as well.

Let's hum together! When we miss someone we forget all about their evil deeds and behaviors, painting them as sweethearts~

I think, in this instance, what's heavier is the fact that Reader remembers the bad side of Phillip as well. It's just that now, when he is gone, the happier times stand out in the dark because these has always been brighter, you know?

Something something, it is challenging to just stop loving someone once you have already loved them for a long while, even if you know what they did, even if partially you have been their collateral too, even if the life would have been easier if Reader never met Phillip.

And yet, if the time was reversed, I doubt, they could avoid him again.

People do like the sun and the warmth that it brings. As for the burns...well, they heal, don't they? And after so long, do you really remember how much it hurt? Maybe it wasn't so bad, maybe you are stronger now and it won't hurt at all, maybe this time he won't hurt you because you are better?

luv you're just too damn good at writing. I saw the scene playing out right in front of my eyes.

Believe it or not, but I did see it play out in front of me as well while I was writing it. For me, it also taps into this constant obsession with beauty that this guys suddenly lacks in this fic. Because all out of a sudden, what he is drawn to, what makes you so special, what strokes just right is the fact that you make him laugh and you make him happy and what he perhaps valued so much, was the fact that you are so out of his usual bubble that through the walls of it your light could have looked like rainbow.

Like a wonder of a person that knows what to say and never pauses before telling a joke that makes him wheeze.

And that's exactly what fucks people up. Cuz despite people being down right evil, the ones that love them will remember them as theirs. Theirs to hate, theirs to despise, theirs to claw at and theirs to love.

That is actually my favourite part of this snippet, I think. Like i mentioned before, because it is so difficult to stop loving someone. And at times, it can be so so difficult to come to a realisation that what happened to you wasn't deserved - it just did. It wasn't some grand punishment you earned, it just was exactly what it was. Someone who thought that love justifies everything.

The buzzing in the ear that never leaves. Paranoia or reality?

There is something comforting in having the scariest person you know, become this sort of angel on your shoulder. There is certain reassurance in being haunted, I think. At least, that means they are still there. They still care enough to come back and whisper things in your ear, working through your neural pathwats so that the thought that comes to your mind is said with the exact intonation you thought you no longer remembered.

Random fact, but did you know, that voice is the first thing that we forget about a person?

Smart move innit. We dont want another military man with an ego bigger than his life span.

"Ego bigger than ihs lifespan" aw, get out of here, what the heck. Another good description. Although, funny thing is, I think initial ask was supposed to be 141 x Reader, but i derailed halfway so it become Reader vs everyone.

Something something it doesn't exactly matter how much a handsome man smiles when you know that his mouth is full of teeth and a long time ago you got to count each with your own neck.

Held my breath, because the delusion and the hope melting in one cocktail of messed up feelings and longing always tastes the best.

You know, I molded this dynamic out of someone I used to know, because at the end of the day what Reader knows is that bad Phillip has always been on their side and that bad Phillip not only protected them as much as he understood what protection meant but he was absolutely competent in what he used to do.

So if one would like to imagine their bad dead husband comforting them and sharpening the knife of their mind, well, why not. If it helps then it helps.

THE FACT THAT WE ARE LISTENING TO HIM, EVEN IN OUR DREAMS. woof woof WOOF. I HAVE TO ADD, IM NOT COMMENTING ON SOOOOOO MUCH TEXTS THAT GOES FROM THIS TO THE NEXT CUZ IT'S SIMPLY CHIEF KISS. I feel everything and more. It makes me long for a man that was mine, or was for a brief moment.

Like I said, he is the scariest person we know and he had a massive baggage of tricks up his sleeve in regard to getting out of pit jars on his average Tuesday. So if the evil dead husband is kissing you sweetely and telling you reasonable survivalist things, you are probably gonna do them.

I mean, don't we all to have a Devil on our side, at least once in a while?

P a r a n o i a ! ~ and a Phil that's clouding our every thought like the paratise that he is

You know, what's interesting is the fact that it probably was missed, but Reader did not think that Phillip is the one who will stare at her through the window. She expected to see Johnny there.

Also he rreally does re-emerge in Reader's head like Green Goblin's mask, i swear to god

It's perverted and twisted, but the way you made him so controlling over us that his words, manners and behavior stick to us like gorilla glue has me mewling.

He is gaslighting, gatekeeping and manslaughtering his way into never getting divorced. Also, Phillip would enjoy having someone actually listen to him like that without him needing to actually do something.

Probably sings "Mother knows best" in his showers too, who knows.

FANGIRLING, YUUUP, MAN MADE SURE WE WERE HIS EVEN IN DEATH.

I wouldn't describe it exactly as that, because keep in mind that actual Phillip is actually dead. He is not anywhere near Reader - for the most part it is their grief and trauma talking, not their actual husband.

I think it did feel fair for me to end it like that, because there is something about being a favourite of the scariest person's you know.

SO. I'm back, at least for a bit. Can't promise anything darlin', I'm like an hookup that comes back for more n takes takes takes and leaves, only to repeat it all over again. But sweetheart you're ADORED by me. Never forget it!! Kisses n more

Thank you, I really do appreciate that and you circling back the orbit to meet me again in here on the cusp of us all finally getting some more sun after this dreadful winter.

And hey, I do have a certain appreciation for the french-style relationships, consider our entanglement entangled, I am getting out of our interactions as much enjoyment as you, I hope.

Anyways, even if my door doesn't seem to be open - the windows always are, so don't hesitate to climb through with a rose and another review of whichever thing of mine you enjoyed or just some idle small talk.

Harbour seal!Soap with Grey seal!Reader. I loved the serie so much, but let’s start with the first, mhmm..

And here you come — strong and absolutely gorgeous, your grin wide enough to show short canines, tips of them peeking out from under your lips, Soap’s own grin so wide it’s inappropriate.

I can only imagine how excited he must have felt. Finally another seal- and so gorgeous too. I'd also be over the moon.

Gaz raises an eyebrow silently, already planning to take his leave and let Johnny get properly acquainted with fellow seal hybrid when the mad bastard full on locks lips with you.

Please, I'm giggling. The passion, gimme gimme !

“Mate— come on, what the fuck? Let them go”, Kyle hisses, bird part of him enraged at Soap’s lack of proper courting or a basic fucking “can I kiss you”. Who even jumps in straight into the abyss like that?

I'd just straight into the abyss like that. yes. yes. yes.

Poor Kyle has to suffer and watch such inappropriate scene in front of him.

“Baltics, eh?”, Johnny hums like Kyle should understand what the fuck does it even mean, but you happily nod and Gaz feels like wrapping himself around you as well. That’s probably the concussion speaking in him, he should get checked out pronto.

Kyle, you're next. (It's a threat)

“Seal to seal communication. That’s how we talk.”

Where is my other seal? I envy.

Pretty seal. Dangerous seal. Never before he wanted to switch spicies so badly.

Poor baby, wishing for something impossible.

Gaz rubs his face, quietly groaning in his palms before he turns to follow the two of you. God knows that’s concussion speaking, he should get checked out. Because he is definitely (not) going to show off to his new teammate like some sort of pretentious wanker.

Waiting for him to show off. *grins*

Next one>>

Ate this up so quick. After all, seal to seal communication is my speciality. Ain't it?

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Seal Soap that gets along with seal Reader better than anyone else: better than Price, better than Kyle, better than Ghost.

I can already see Ghost fuming. I want that. gods I want to see jealous Ghost.

And while Kyle (who came back flustered and smitten) tried to explain the delicacies of seal to seal communications, Simon doesn’t fucking buy it. There is no such thing as wordless communication, there are scents of course, there are signals and sounds. But completely silent talk initiated by kisses? No, that’s bullshit if you ask him.

Jealousy has be biting my lips and leaning forward.

Johnny twitches his upper lip to show off sharp teeth when someone else gets too close to you, guarding new seal on his team like a bloody treasure.

And I'd die for jealous Johnny, makes my knees weak.

Slippery fucking seal, he hates that he doesn’t have grounds for being a bigger dick to you than he already is.

I laughed. Hard. I LOVE SEALS !!

Simon accidentally walks in onto one of these sessions and like a bloody creeper stays in the shadowed corner because the two of you seem a bit preoccupied with whatever “conversation” you have been having.

Lmao. Has me imagining the scene. Reader and Johnny having seal to seal communication and Ghost not too far behind, hidden in a tight dark corner looking at them with fume running up his head.

There is a quiet soft intimacy in the way you hold each other, in the way your kiss seems never ending, in the way you two break it only to rub cheeks or noses. It’s intimacy Ghost hasn’t seen before and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

Seal to Seal communication really does seal the deal.

Eyes so calm it drives him up the wall, eyes so gentle he feels like wrestling you to the floor so you finally get the point and stay the fuck away from him.

N. e. v. e. r.

But you don’t seem to mind it, your nose just pressing to his cheek — slowly, like you aren’t sure how much you can do before Simon loses his mind and either mounts or mauls you right on the floor of this gym.

I. Fucking. Love. Tension.

I love the uncertainty of the moment.

The calculated glare, or the smile.

Slippery against rough.

There is a beat after which you finally press your lips to his, catching them like he’s an old friend you are happy to see — your tongue asking for permission like Simon isn’t pushing his in your mouth the moment you kissed him.

Slippery won. ;)

Slippery seal, don’t you know that he is the biggest meanest dog in this compound?

Hehe, we know we know we knowww and we want more.

We want to gain the upper hand.

Seal to wolf communication, eh? That’s something he can understand.

See? We only had to switch one word, be a bit more feral..

Price pauses mid sentence, giving you a long unreadable stare before finally arching his brow, thick cigar between his lips heating up when he pulls air in. Komodo dragons thrive on hierarchy and you are starting to push it. Thin ice there.

Finally, finally. god yes. It's time to tick off Price.

Kyle looks at Ghost with the look of utter betrayal on his face.

Poor Kyle. The big mean wolf got what you want before you?

“Didn’t know it was a thing. Can he talk with seals too?”, Price looks utterly unimpressed, eyes heavy with something you can’t quite make out. “No, sir.”, the answer is as honest as they get, your grin only widening when Ghost slowly licks his lips, lieutenant’s eyes heavy in a way that unrolls a sweet aching in your belly.

Grinning from ear to ear. Author you rile me up with your way of writing. I adore you.

Next one>>

Already here.. Ily author. Let me eat you.

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You are seemingly everywhere and all at once — you lunch with Kyle and you train with Johnny and you shower with Simon and you shoot with Kyle and you work with Johnny and you train rookies with Simon and you chat with Kyle and you groom Johnny and you kiss Simon— You don’t seem to have place for one more person.

Poor cap, can't seem to fit in.

Kyle preens and shows off, Kyle smiles at you and it would have been fucking deadly if he didn’t like you this much. Kyle doesn’t like coming in last place. Kyle is primordial greed and primordial ambition, Kyle is used to being the best of the best of the best, Kyle is the apex predator and the youngest sergeant on the team. And Kyle dances in circles around you for weeks now with progress taking steps so small John thinks that Kyle is gonna get his fucking kiss from you next spring.

Kicking my feet in the air. I love needy Kyle. Never knew I needed needy Kyle, until now.

But you already kissed Johnny and Simon, it’s only fair if John gets a kiss too, right? Don’t you worry that your captain might grow displeased with you? Don’t you want to check “the vibes”?

Not him tryna to use our words to excuse his needs.

John huffs air out, his tail swishing through the air from side to side, his molars aching to bite down on the slope of your exposed neck — to squeeze, to topple, to get you down. To get his fucking kiss.

Thighs squeezing. Drivin him up the wall are we.

Price doesn’t know what to say because he doesn’t trust himself not to ask you what do you think is wrong with him. Is that the cigar smell? Are seals sensitive to scents? Are you sensitive to scents? What the fuck just happened?

Poor Price. Old man can't seem to get his fill, nor answers.

On the bright side it seems like it’s not that John is damaged or anything of the sort, he tells himself. After all, you keep teasing Kyle as well — not letting hungry harpy sink his claws into you and tear out some bleeding meat out of you.

You said it. Now it's gonna happen.

Why he’s not getting a kiss? Don’t you like your captain?

I can taste the desperation on my tongue.

Simon doesn’t give a fuck who does what if he has his boy by his side. Simon doesn’t give a fuck even harder when he knows where his other seal is.

The bliss Si must be in, I'm envious.

And all your focus is on Kyle, only on Kyle, ever on Kyle when say “don’t be like that”, when you say “I know, I’m sorry, that was mean. Did I upset you, baby?”, when you say “come here. can I kiss you? I really want to. Can I? Please, Kyle, I’m gonna be good, i promise”. John’s silver lining cracks and withers away with the chapped pieces of cheap foil shining in the light of street lamps and the glow of your eyes when you pepper Kyle’s face with kisses.

I can taste Kyle glowing and Price dropping.

Precious.

Kyle is half-lidded and hazy on you, Kyle leans closer, almost pouting when you kiss him everywhere but on the lips. Very fucking funny, you see him laughing, darling?

No, but I am.

But Kyle doesn’t. Kyle coos something about you driving him fucking insane, Kyle tilts his head so you can kiss him properly and presses you into the brick wall.

Kyle is a pretty tamed harpy.

John doesn’t know for how long you kiss, but he can tell that for a moment there two of you definitely contemplated whether or not you want to fuck in a bloody alleyway behind the pub.

Honestly, yes please.

“Seal to harpy communication, sir. I’d say we definitely found…a common ground”,

Price WILL explode. At least, he would.

Glass almost splinters in his hand, whiskey slowly dribbling out on the wooden table, John’s tail swishing behind him, John’s molars aching when you smile with teeth. Komodo dragons thrive on hierarchy and you just toppled the whole pyramid. Ice is starting to crack.

I want to feel the fall in the icy water as the ice finally breaks under his and my feet.

Ready to swim and take him down with me.

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In the end.. I did the 'analysis' of everything..

I really love this serie baby.

Excited and eagerly waiting for next part.

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I wonder how Price his once we start to proudly kiss Kyle like we do with Johnny and Si..

I wonder how reader teases Price even further..

Feed me baby, let me know how much Price craves and wishes to put reader in their place. (Perhaps failing)

-🦭anon

Guess who’s back with analysis..🦭 *giggles*

Welcome-welcome, lovely to see your reaction to the AU of mine once again

I can only imagine how excited he must have felt. Finally another seal- and so gorgeous too. I'd also be over the moon.

He is beyond elated, it’s a lot like something finally clicked into place and he feels complete. And he didn’t even know he needed to be completed. But still it feels right, like meeting a person and immediately knowing they are going to be your best friend

Poor Kyle has to suffer and watch such inappropriate scene in front of him.

Kyle was annoyed and scandalised, yea. Because there is no fucking way the mad Scotsman just smooched the new teammate on the lips, like it was a bloody handshake. Who even does that??

Waiting for him to show off. *grins*

Hope I delivered on it cause he did

I can already see Ghost fuming. I want that. gods I want to see jealous Ghost.

Interesting for me personally was that he is not as much of jealous in the usual way, but more of one rooted in his unwillingness to be left behind, coupled with uncomfortable feeling of not being in control and not having ability to get back in the saddle like he’d like to.

Ghost in the end of it all didn’t like it because he couldn’t understand it and because no one bothered explaining what it really is for seals like Johnny and sergeant Seal. Because he wasn’t invited to that party and they weren’t ashamed to show that he wasn’t. In their defence, no one was invited but Johnny.

Lmao. Has me imagining the scene. Reader and Johnny having seal to seal communication and Ghost not too far behind, hidden in a tight dark corner looking at them with fume running up his head.

Yeah, I pretty much imagined it this way. That he is just there, just watching intently, jaws clenched tightly, frustration climbing to his head because it unnerves him even more when he entertains the possibility that it might go deeper than he thought. Because there are some things that might be just out of reach for him and what if no matter how good he is, it wouldn’t be enough because he simply is not the right fit for the equation?

I. Fucking. Love. Tension. I love the uncertainty of the moment. The calculated glare, or the smile. Slippery against rough.

I really wanted to show that for sergeant it was as much of a gamble as it was for Simon, but at the same time they do not tease him for feeling the way he feels, they don’t poke where it hurts because on some level they understand the insecurity that Simon doesn’t like addressing. Simon waits for them to play him, sergeant waits for him to maul them and neither of those things happen.

Poor Kyle. The big mean wolf got what you want before you?

Kyle will get his fill, but yeah, it was frustrating to see that someone might stomp a foot and get what he wants without putting much care into proper courting to earn the kiss.

Kicking my feet in the air. I love needy Kyle. Never knew I needed needy Kyle, until now.

I like this man needy. He is very often pretty and occasionally evil [insert ‘this man is so beautiful. I just know he evil’ picture] so I like him to get hungry for what he wants. Especially since he is so used to being the best and getting what he set his sight on

Poor Price. Old man can't seem to get his fill, nor answers.

It drives him up the wall because it also leaves him filling in blanks on his own. Like why is it happening? Is it him? Is it external factor? Is it something he can help?

I can taste the desperation on my tongue.

Fantastic, that was the intention. I liked writing desperate aching Price, it nourished my soul

The bliss Si must be in, I'm envious.

He really is, by the way he is the only person who gets to marry both sergeant MacTavish and sergeant Seal. So he does win in the end and retires with two seals on both sides of him. Imagine the size of the bed they have

I can taste Kyle glowing and Price dropping. Precious.

Yeah, some proper pampering for the Kyle because he deserves it. Honestly I wanna give him even more kisses now

I want to feel the fall in the icy water as the ice finally breaks under his and my feet.

I'm very glad you enjoy my silly banter and dun worry, I've got many curiosities that still have to be fed.

And here's a mini gift !

As always, it's oka if you dun like it bb♡

Imagine Elden Ring Au where Ghost is slowly crawling his way in the witch's heart, but witch is already deeply rooted.

Yes, Ghost at first respected and loved you for being so kind and lovely to his sweetheart Soap, but now–

Now it's getting personal.

He usually didn't mind sending you in your mary way as soon as the sun rose, no, actually, he didn't even bother sending you off.

He just made sure that Soap didn't follow you (as per request), keeping him under his arm, protected, tucked in, warm..

Until he minded.

His mouth dry, lips sealed shut, perhaps too nervous, or uncertain about what boundaries to push and what-not.

After all, he had the luxury to stay in your house and care for Soap, but he didn't have the privilage to push any of your boundaries.

Hence why he compared you to a string ready to snap, waiting for the right moment to snap and kick him out.

Ghost was like a dog, a good dog, waiting for a reward for being so obedient.

The reward being you caring for him as much as you did with Soap.

If not that, didn't he at least deserve a little treat?

Maybe not, because you never got too close to comfort.

Nor did you ever push any of his boundaries, (like he wanted you to) and not findin any way to conect to you was pure torture.

His eyes followed your every move, longing for the soft and loving touch you gave to Soap.

If you touched him like that and if he touched Soap in the meanwhile, y'all would fit like the perfect puzzle, or so he thought.

Such a greedy dog. Wanting both owner and pet.

That's why he chose to start soft, askin simple question, makin small favors here and there, helpin around more often.. such a good dog, when will you reward him? When?

You gotta tell him before he goes nuts..

Sorry.. Ghost has already gone nuts the moment your smile met his gaze with lips on his rought skin.

Can he melt on your floor? Can he Pleasepleasepleaseplease. He'll clean up..

Of course he can, you could and would never deny for long such a good and obedient dog.

You may be a witch, but not a cruel one ye?

You finally gave him a treat, it was simple, sleepin on the same bed..

And darn did he get greedier after the delicious treat.

From sleepin on the same bed, to callin you luv.. to kissing your lips.. neck...

good doggy finally got his full reward.

Bye.. I dinnae what came in my mind, but here ya go bb🤲🏻

-🦭anon

Bb. Babylicious. Babylon of my inbox.

I see you like dog analogies and desperate needy Simon…i see you are a person with taste for finer things. May i perhaps…introduce you to Rust in pieces, my liege? May i offer you these modest 10 thousand words of my feverish inspiration that i YEARN to talk about with someone? Put me out of my misery, oh, anon of all anons. Please.

On the brighter note, this is DELICIOUS. I gobbled it right up and I would eat it uppppp again if it came to it. This is some good food, thank you, seal. I love how desperate and hungry Simon is, how he tries to trail the boundary but can’t help but push just a little bit because he wants in-in-in, because it’s warm inside and he’s so cold, luv, won’t you let him warm up for just a bit, no?

Also him being slightly jealous of Johnny? Chef’s kiss. I LIVE for things like that, he is so good, let me kiss him, this big wolf of a man. I’m sorry I have soft spot for dark knights.

Elden Ring Au x Ghoap is beautiful.

Any fun facts? Or small infos that I can devour?

Because heat is rising to my cheeks and a silly smile is on my lips.

-🦭anon

*insert* [Finally some good fucking food questions] meme with Gordon Ramsay. Also that’s not much right here, but it’s honest work which I present to you:

1. So, first of all it was never explicitly said, but you could guess that Simon knew Johnny even before Johnny got kicked out like a useless dog after getting injured. In my head Simon would visit Johnny’s old lord every half a year or so and coincidentally would meet the Johnny as still a Bloodhound knight.

Silent and perfect and painfully loyal to someone who would never appreciate it. Bloodhound knight who still had a small box with tokens his family gave him before he had to leave for his work as a new knight.

2. Johnny had to choose being Bloodhound knight as a means of survival and payment, in my head he stripped all of him just to be able to take care of his family. He was in fact mute for a very long time since he was a Bloodhound and good dogs do not need to speak. And Johnny was the best dog

3. Simon almost went mad when he came back on his usual visit and found out that Johnny was kicked out like a broken blade that could no longer serve its purpose. Witch Reader loves really deep in the woods which would mean that Simon not only shook out the information of where Johnny got dropped — he spent all that time combing through the woods and looking for him. He got deep enough to encounter a witch and he himself was in so deep, he didn’t mind getting snipped with her magic because Johnny-Johnny-Johnny

4. Johnny is one fucking possessive bastard. It was mentioned in passing in the snippet, but the man has no chill and he is fiercely protective of his witch. Still has some of the Bloodhound habits, meaning he needs to bring her something to get her approval

5. Witch!Reader got Johnny chickens so he could fuss over someone who is not her because this man with his blue eyes and track of misfortunes was starting to get on her nerves because he had nothing to do and was not able to leave her alone

6. Johnny knows each chicken by the name he gave them and visits them like 2-3 times a day. Really likes talking to the “ladies” and sometimes would pick one up and walk around with her to show her around.

7. Reader has a big mean goat who is annoyed with Johnny and loves the Witch. Goat becomes equally annoyed with Simon but as the result Johnny moves a lil higher on that ladder so now goat can tolerate him

8. Simon did in fact think at the very beginning that Witch could have done something to his boy or could have you know enchanted him to stay which reader took close to heart. He got better understanding of her while watching her interactions with Johnny

Imagine Helldiver!Reader in their "prime", at the ripe age of 19, livin' on dread and their heart's will, ready to die, until they weren't.

Most important rule, don't form too strong connections, right? But young!Helldiver!Reader didn't know any better.

For the first time in your whole life, you felt it. The will to keep going. The emotion of having someone to come back to.

They were like water, in a place that was ready to burn down. Their smile hit every single nerve in your system. How could you not fall in the rabbit hole they created? It was impossible.

So you just welcome the feeling in, the glances that turned into silly staring contests. The smiles that turned into laughs. The way your pinkie armed finger brushed against theirs turning into so much more.

The nights shared laughing, hands on your belly, red cheeks and starry eyes. Or the quiet ones, where the eyes met and soul touched.

The intimacy of seeing the scars on each other's skin. The intimacy of feelin' alive after being dead for so long. The intimacy of loving where hope lost its path.

The sighs of relief for coming back alive from each mission, the death grippin' hugs to assert and drink the peaceful reality, they were alive and so were you.

Now, you could only wish to live forever, with their warmth surrounding your very being and their lips on yours.

Heaven in hell. That thought nearly made you laugh, but it was true. They were heaven in a man created hell and you couldn't possibly ask for more, if not a normal life, but nothing in your worlds was normal, nor it could ever be.

That's why, when their death was confirmed, you went numb.

You knew it, you always knew that something would happen, that your happiness had to crash sooner than later, but why so soon.

You didn't even have the proper time to talk it out with them, to hug them one last time, to gaze the stars and wish some more, to hold them properly, you never had enough time.

I sleep so I can see you and I hate to wait so long..

You were used to quiet nights, to the rustling of the leaves, or whichever natural life surrounded the base, what you weren't used to were the dreams and the gut wrenching grief.

Sleep brings you back to them and you wish they didn't, because it only amplifies your wish to die quicker. To see them again, to hold them tightly in your arms.

That was Young!Helldiver!Reader first lesson and understanding of the rule, don't form too strong connections, but they'll break it a few more times,

won't ya darlin'?

From 🦭 anon, kinda gift for you.. dinnae.. It's oka if you dun like it, smoochies

ANON. ANON LET ME KISS YOU ON THE LIPS (or shake you by the shoulders, whatever feels better, I’m just really excited).

ANON THATS SO GOOD, ID OFFER YOU A HAND IN MARRIAGE.

God, that hurt I’m not going to lie, that was *vibrates on a frequency only dogs can hear* really REALLY good, anon.

I loved it so much. Thank you for taking the time to write it out. ALSO…also, anon, lemme say, the Diver (Helldiver!Reader) did in fact had such person and this person has a snippet. And this person dies too!

I shouldn’t be that excited about the fact, but hell, that’s so fucking cool that you wrote this specific thing that so well intertwined with already existing canon of the AU itself. I’m really hyped up right now!

Again, thank you so much for the gift!!! I loved it more than words can describe

-🦭anon (currently drowning in my natural habitat)

Hey there, bb, I’m really sorry to hear that. I hope it gets better for you with whatever is happening there right now. Here is a little something that always cheers me up a little — the sea.

All came from the sea, Seal and all to the sea will return. I can’t promise it’s gonna be okay, but you will endure it. And you won’t be alone in that. It is probably overwhelming and difficult right now and I’m sorry it is like that. Whatever it is, you are dealing with it and you move through it.

Did you know that Baltic seal moms need to plan very carefully the way they return with their pups to the main body of water?

They give birth away from it, in a caves pretty far. So when it comes time to lead their babies back to the main body of water away from the den where they gave birth — they breathe out air bubbles and push them together.

Adult seals can hold breath up to half an hour, but pups can do it only for a few minutes, so moms would create breathe out these bubbles and upon hitting the ice above them — it would create air pockets so the pups can stick out their lil face and breathe before they keep swimming.

Whatever it is, babes, it will get better eventually. You will deal with it and you will come up for air. Take chances to care for yourself whenever you can in whatever small ways that are available to you right now. You are doing it, hon, it’s going to pass. Everything eventually does.

Sending back rubs and lil porcelain stars in a jar for the main star of all seals — to you.

My heart is breaking all over again, so I'm dumping this idea on you.

_

War, where have you buried all your children?

After discharge, diver is broken, as if someone took time to dissect every single piece of their body and little remaining of their soul and chose to spit and trash everything of their being-

Leaving behind blurred memories and rage.

Tears prickle down diver's eyes, it was unfair, the only thing keeping you alive is gone, the ship you built with so much love, sweat and pain is getting destroyed, the friends you thought you made were the one that betrayed you.

You started with nothing and ended with less.

You had to be put back in society and you physically couldn't, stepping out of the house they gave you was a reminder of how much life sucks.

They didn't understand why you connected with Sar, they never could. They had each other, you had.. nothing, not even yourself.

That's why you clung to anything, human, or not, because at the end of the day, you weren't sure about your humanity, so why did it matter if connecting with a robot was sick?

And the robot in question is more human than a human could ever be, so why the fuck did it matter?

Why the fuck did your relationship with Sar matter? You never told him any secrets, nor plans, nor did he. So why the hell did they have to be such assholes?

They were also sick and it made you see red, a hot burning feeling filled your chest, teeth gritting. You wish they could experience what you had to experience and fall apart as much as you did, if not more.

You wish someone could understand you and you wish you had enough will to trust again.

Helldivers were out of question, because it didn't end well and now as a citizen you can't possibly meet them.

Soldiers were out of question too, tf!141 betrayed you, who says that it won't happen again?

And citizens.. no citizen could ever understand the grief and pain you had to go through.

You started with yourself maybe and ended with nothing.

_

OKAY, BYE..

That's it, thank you for reading my kinda rant idea..

also, gift? ..

-🦭anon

That’s a really interesting thing that we think similarly, because the thing is, I’ve debated how to wrap up Diver’s series for like a long time. And at some point while chatting with Jester we settled for two possible endings.

Diver is forced to stay with 141 and Diver gets stolen away by König.

I personally really like your version, because it captures really well what I have in my head about possible integration of Diver back into regular life. It’s difficult for normal soldier to get into it after intense service, but for a space soldier of special forces? Yeah, that’s gotta be impossible.

I like that you have a mention of Diver not feeling understood by anyone, that they just don’t get it. But oh, how lonely must it be, right? You can never talk to your own anymore and you can never open up to those who already betrayed yours trust.

They took away what you had, what you spent years and years of your life building. You cried and bled and died for this job, for your job. You had a mission and you invented a purpose for yourself just not to go mad.

And then here they come. Live and tight knit and seemingly friendly. And they take away everything.

The ship, the job, the fucking cape and the uniform. You don’t get to keep old things, you don’t get to keep ammunition or anything other than what you had when you just joined for service at 18 years of age.

And then you are back on Earth again, skies above you impossibly blue and painfully normal, only one moon in your sky, sun doesn’t burn you without protective gear. It’s okay. It’s supposed to be home.

They expect it to be home for you. But it isn’t.

I like to think that Diver clung so much to the memory of Sar, despite obvious attempts to destroy it in the past, mostly because that’s the only connection they remember well enough. Noah, their sergeant is a soapy memory (pun not intended), a murky picture and a distorted laughter. But Sar feels real, because Sar left so much after himself.

I like to think that maybe that was the reason he did. They were so close that Diver probably told him about her sergeant. They were so close that maybe Sar noticed how it torments them to not be able to remember things that matter.

So he left something tangible, not trying to implicate Diver, but trying to let their memory to anchor onto something. And it worked in a way.

Ironic that this last gesture of his love, his tremendous adoration and desire to ease their torment also became Diver’s undoing. Symbolic, in a way.

Remember how Diver in the “Wolf in Sheep’s clothing is more than a warning” said to Sar in their last meeting that “it can never end well”.

Funny how she guessed without even knowing.

I came back on here to check for an answer to my ask and it took me a while to figure out on how to address all the informations that you gave me, and–

The conclusion is that there isn't a way.

I'm left speachless and in pure awe.

You made me feel grief? Pain? Whichever you prefer.

The way you talk about Helldiver and Snippet has me on the ground.

But I do feel like saying one thing, or two, even if I'm fully overwhelmed by all the important and delicious informations.

First thing that picked my eye was how you made tf!141 become the reflection of snippet. I could hardly imagine seeing my past loved one in more people and those people care about me!? Yeah no, I'd be sobbing. Plus helldiver has a foggy and clouded memory about snippet, as you said, so they aren't even fully aware of how much resemblance there is. (I'm taking you to hell with me, author and jester.)

And again, as you said, snippet doesn't have a name, because Helldiver got such a traumatic blow about their death that it rewired them. (Kind of). Like.. IMAGINE not even remembering the name of the person you put your hope on. That would personally drive me crazy, speaking of experience too.

Now, moving onto the softer stuff, I'm glad each helldiver has something that reminds them of how they are alive, human. Living and not (yet) dead.

Last, but not least important, helldiver marriage. You and Jester are absolutely special. I love how your mind works. That concept is so beautiful. In hell, you get to show off your humanity to keep you and the person you want to commit to safe. Has my heart clenching.

I'd love to add more, but, my heart cant take it and I'm still half processing.

THANK YOU TWO FOR COOKIN !!

-🦭 anon

Oh, I’m so glad you found the response to your previous ask! It took me a little longer than usually so I was worried it would get lost among other posts.

Honestly, thank you so much for coming in and giving me a chance to talk about all of that! Before it was all the part of what brewed in my and Peach’s ( @jesterinc come here you are getting compliments) heads so to have someone to share it with was so absolutely amazing.

I really enjoy all your asks, anon, so thank you for chatting with me about this stuff.

And lil quick thing before I go about Diver’s sergeant. In all other universes where he lives and we get to know him, his name is Noah.