Negative Ghostrider, The Pattern is Full

Stray dog 💀🧼

Tonight is one of those nights.

"Simon, you fucking crossed a line! That is unacceptable!" You had told him two days ago after finding out he's put a tracker on you and has been sharing your location with his work buddies. That was your first big fight since the wedding.

Which leads you to now, fluffy comforter and favorite pillow in hand while you glare at the couch.

You didn't want it to come to this. You had hoped refusing cuddles and referring to him solely as "simon." Instead of your usual pet names would get the point across how serious this is. But ghost refused to budge.

So, you're sleeping on the couch. Because as pissed off as you are at simon and as much as you want to tear his face off, some silly part of you aches at the thought of him hurting his back sleeping on the couch.

So, you go tuck in and try to ignore how weird it feels not to have a warm body next to you.

When you wake up, you nearly trip over your husband sleeping on the floor by the couch.

"What— simon! What the hell—" all anger you'd initially feel is destroyed when you look closer at the wet lines down the scars on his face, the red tint around his eyes.

Oh. You've....You've never actually seen ghost cry.... not since the wedding.

"Please don't leave me love–" are the first choked words out of his mouth, not even awake for a minute and already shifting closer to you "ahm' sorry. I'm sorry, I just— i can't lose you. If— if something happens to me I—"

"Woah. Woah, hey, slow down si" You attempt to soothe, because pulling him up onto the bed. "I'm pissed off. You know that. But I'm not leaving you. What's going on?"

Ghost breathes for a second, looks at the window instead of you. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and raw "if I get captured. If I'm— compromised. The team needs to be able to find you. Keep you safe. I can't always be here."

Oh....oh.

The conversation that followed was long, painstaking, but necessary. You and simon struck a tentatively compromise, both mentally exhausted from it all. You could tell he was struggling not to shut down.

"....come to bed with me? I missed your cuddles last night." You smile, only to gasp and laugh when simon bodily hauled you over his shoulder to drag you to bed.

Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah, LT?

Compiled some basic information I know about drawing fat characters for beginners since I've been seeing more talk about absence of really basic traits in a lot of art lately.

"A mission at a high-security research facility takes an unexpected turn"

Collab with the amazing @mitrielle !! <3

This was SO much fun and its SO cool to see both our styles next to eachother!

Yes, but mostly Soaps :3

Most of the men you meet aren't all that interesting, but there's this one guy...fucking hilarious, witty, a bit dry. His chat name might be "deadmeat" but by the pictures he sends it's anything but.

Deadmeat: thought of you again, bloody mess. Can't wait to have you.

The picture attached is his usual, hard cock covered in at least two previous loads, tip flushed pink and wanting. The calloused, tattooed hand it's cradled in is what drew you in initially. Most folk in the chat room were...well...gifted in size, and as fun as it is to imagine you can hardly manage two fingers on a good long day.

But this man? Perfect fit. About the width of his palm, fingers easily wrapping around. Not small by any means, but definitely not heart-stopping in a bad way.

You: just a few more days. Got the motel booked?

You make sure it's safe, of course you do. Swapping photos together in anticipation for the day.

Deadmeat, or ghost as he requested you call him now, is...a little different than you expected. Tall, for one, nearly brushing his head on the top of the doorframe when you nervously unlock the motel room.

You don't quite realize the breath of your mistake until you and ghost are half undressed in bed and you slip a hand under his waistband. You slide you hand along the soft hair at his base, wrap your hand over it and—

...no. no way.

The amusement on ghosts face as you frantically shove his pants down and pull out his dick is palpable. Holy shit, he's massive. You're a few centimeters shy of wrapping your hand around him, not to mention the length.

You swallow thickly, glance up at him.

The fucker has the audacity to chuckle, reaching down to wrap his impossibly large hands around his dick, give himself a few pumps "well? Everything you were expecting? Don't worry, i can make it fit."

Oh you are so screwed.

I’m feeling like hurt no comfort will cure me ;)

oh god my heart 😫😫 maybe it comes after soap being put in isolation, days if not weeks of being wrapped up in a straight jacket in a padded room. he can’t move, can’t get any energy out, can’t fight the voices in his head telling him to rage. no one understands that this just makes him worse and if they’re being honest, they don’t really care; not if it means he keeps attacking orderlies and they have to pay out their medical leave. soap’s a drain on their resources and the break is as much for them as it is for soap to “calm down”

but he just winds up tighter and tighter and they know that which is why they don’t take the straight jacket off until he’s been marched back into his and ghost’s room, the door closed as much as it can be as they unbuckle him so they can slip out before he can turn and launch himself at them. he feels so out of control, so stripped of his humanity, but for once instead of going for the pillows or the walls, he can’t move; so trapped in his anger, he can’t take a single step, can barely breathe through the white hot rage that’s feeling more and more like pain

ghost doesn’t know how long has passed with soap frozen in the doorway, looking off into nothing like he’s mimicking one of his episodes instead of his own cataclysmic meltdowns. talking to him does nothing; it’s like he can’t here him, his attention buried so internally deep, he might as well not even be here. distant worry starts to swell against the wall of his apathy bc he knows the doctors won’t come back in here if there is something wrong, they won’t risk themselves if soap has somehow become even more volatile

he gets to his feet and slowly walks towards him, uselessly talking the whole time; he tries to joke that he sounds like soap but it comes out croaked, stilted, proof that this whole thing is wrong. ghost stops in front of him but it’s still like he’s not even there. he just stares straight through him

so he raises his hand and puts it on soap’s bicep

ghost doesn’t even see soap move. the next thing he knows, he’s on the floor, his nose aching and wet with his blood, and soap is above him, arm reared back for another punch. he doesn’t try to stop it from landing, the crunch of it against his cheek perversely reassuring, and he stays prone as he pulls back again and again

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!!

-when Simon and soap meet price for the first time and price sees soaps anger, he pulls Simon aside and asks him if soap did that, Simon lies

-Simon begged for help, grabbing on to sleeve of Johnnys shirt , gently tugging to get him to stop

-while it was happening for Simon it’s a mixture of the first real thing he’s felt other than apathy in a long while and also its first time he’s hurt that wasn’t self inflicted

-baby boy Simon has a flashback to when he was abused as a child and accidentally calls soap dad in the middle of it, trying to get him off

-the orderly’s are torn because yes Johnny did this but Simon won’t let him leave and Johnny isn’t leaving voluntarily so they allow check ins every hour but no physical touch

the image of ghost slurring out “dad, please” while soap hits him over and over, deaf and blind to the pain he’s causing, maybe even calling out for soap to help him, both of them losing reality and not knowing who they’re with oh fuck 🥺🥺 it’s part of what makes the orderlies decide to allow soap to stay in the infirmary bc even barely conscious and through broken teeth, ghost begs soap to help him, to save him. even when he’s fully conscious and remembers what happened, he still believes soap saved him; he would take being beaten by soap a hundred times over if it means he gets all those toxic emotions out of his head. if it means overriding ghost’s memories of his father with something much kinder, no matter the pain

GUYS!!! I WON A GIVEAWAY BY @kittywritesfic AND THEY WROTE DRAGON GHOST AU!!

Like there's an ACTUAL FIC of when Ghost first transforms!!! 🥹🥹🥹 IM SO HAPPY!

I drew these 3 drawings based on scenes in the fic!

Chop chop people, go read!! -> LINK!