For Fucks Sake Let Hwoarang And Jin Fuck And Marry Already

Gonna be honest I don’t know how to use this app, so be warned, it may be cringe⚠️⚠️

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So if 141 were part of different motorsports, which would they be? Moto GP? Indy racing? F1? NASCAR? {there is an amazing story by Nuria123 called Racing Hearts Season , all out Formula 1. Highly recommend.}

Personally I need a story of 141 as a street racing team. Ghost would be the driver- I’m sorry he just is. Love my little guy. Will figure out his backstory later👍. Roach gotta be the name of his first car that he totalled tho. He’s be racing, but his car got rigged and his car does summersaults before crashing, Price going in and saving him. His old mechanic- Sparks- gets’s fired and he begins to fix his own cars, making his hands and deadly steady, but he struggles to figure out what he’s doing most of the time. Price knows he needs more help but is constantly getting waved off by his absent protests. Roach wasn’t coming back, so instead he made a new car called Ghost. Having connections with the son of a bitch Gaz with his mansions and museums filled with cars allowed him to buy his Porsche. It was a banged up Yeah, but he was determined to make Ghost perfect. His creation, all his no one was going to fuck it up. And then Price brought one stupid looking guy into the garage. He had a stupid Mohawk, a dumb leather jacket and an even dumber looking smirk. He hated the joy radiating off of him. And he heard his voice, fuckin’ hell- he’s Scottish too. Price introduced the two. Simon pulled the sleeve higher on his face, wanting this guy, John, to leave as soon as possible. Smiley, too giddy looking at his car, too intrigued in Simon. And greasy. Greasy. “Price, for fuck’s sakes- I told you I don’t need a fucking Mechanic.” Soap looks undeterred by his obvious irritation of his being there, continuing to mull over the severity of the damage. “This car has more potential and you know it son.” Price said sternly. “If my hands worked better I could help but if your gonna push me away every time I’m trying to help you not fuck up then it’s clear someone else more capable does.”

Simon hates that he knows he’s right. He’s not made to fix the shit box. Yeah he fixed the door and the paint, but with only one NOS connected, he felt incomplete, obviously needing more. She looked at John. Gave him a once over. “Pretty lass she is.” John smiled smoothly. Simon didn’t know what to say. What could he say. Be wanted nothing to do with this prick. Soap tried to ignore the clear distaste being thrown towards him. “So… what’s his name?”

Bold of him to assume the car was a guy. Which it was.

A sign to Ghost that this Scott was a bit more than he let on.

I went on a bit of a tangent there but basically:

Ghost = Driver

Gaz = Money machine

Soap = Mechanic

Price = Think Of Doc from Cars. Yeah.

Everyone else I got to figure out, including Soap’s nickname. Also König. Need my baby boy there- and Krueger and Nikto.

-Flesh

soap simp folder THIS, soap simp folder THAT, the question IS: does Ghost take photos??

He does

Smut songs that fit each COD character

Gaz- Glory Box by Portishead

Ghost- Feel It by Michele Morrone

Price- Earned it by The Weeknd

Soap- I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Alejandro- I'm yours by Isabel LaRosa

Rudy- Sour Diesel by ZAYN

Alex- Die for You by The Weeknd

Keegan- Bathroom by Montell Fish

Logan- Lost the game by Two Feet

Mace- Renegade (Slowed+Reverb) by Aaryan Shah

Graves- I feel like I'm drowning by Two Feet

Farah- Sex with me by Rhianna

Valeria- She by Harry Styles

Velikan- BABYDOLL by Ari Abdul

Kreuger- Uhh- alternate version by framed

König- Desert Rose by Lolo Zouaï

Makarov- Why don't U by Father

Roach- I put a spell on you by Annie Lennox

A/N: Writers, use this as you please

Cut off the bad roots

Simps 'R Us, Between the Sheets edition: Your faves and the wholesome and funny things you two get up to in bed, part I.

Capt. John Price - When he's half asleep and about to snore loud enough to wake the dead (Price vehemently denies this), you like to have random conversations with him because you know questions you ask will do one of two things: elicit a nonsensical answer from the Cap'n or... wake him up from his sleep altogether.

Gaz - Is curling up into himself because you're the big spoon, you're running your hands over his body because he's highkey lowkey ticklish, and your face is buried in his neck because... he's highkey lowkey ticklish. "Darling, please—" Gaz manages to gasp out between... wait, are you giggling, Garrick?

Soap - Your darling golden retriever chaotic good boyfriend loves... to sleep naked. You're not complaining, though, especially because he loves it when you lay on him. You've made a home for yourself between his thighs; his stomach is your pillow, and he usually has a hand rubbing your head. Helps him to relax, y'know, bonnie? And whenever you don't lay on him, it's an affront to Johnny's... everything. His heart is broken. His soul is crushed. You're too far away from him (even though you're still right under him). How could you do this to him? He can't live like this. No other stud muffin can offer you what he can, beautiful. But no really, bonnie, he needs you on top of him like... yesterday.

Ghost - You really like his body. Like... really like his body. You blow raspberries on his stomach, you smack his ass, you talk about his eyelashes—scratch that, you love his body. To you, every scar tells a story, and you've asked him plenty of times to talk about them. And then you did the unthinkable that had Simon wanting to disappear into the fucking blankets—"Si-bear, I didn't know you had a mole on your inner thigh!" Bloody fucking hell, he'll never hear the end of this. And then you kissed it and Ghost's face had never felt so bloody hot before. Christ, you'll be the death of him, sweetheart.

Roach - Nothing but the most sickeningly saccharine stuff to ever stuff happens with Roach. A poke-fest, a kiss-fest, a tickle-fest, you name it, it happens. Roach loves to sleep with his face buried in your chest and arms wound tight around you. Always. You rubbing his head soothes him to sleep as well.

Alex - You're also the big spoon here, too. You're busy talking about conspiracy theories you believe the government is/was involved in and Alex is entertaining you ("That so, Boss?"). In actuality, his eyes are comically wide because the truth is oftentimes stranger than fiction and you may or may not be walking a little heavy there, Boss.

Alejandro - Is the big spoon to your little spoon in bed no matter what you're doing. Loves to intertwine your legs together, too. Alejo murmurs how much he loves you in your ear and kisses the top of your head before telling you good night.

Rudy - Sometimes when he's asleep, you'll whisper "Rodolfo" in his ear which causes Rudy to shoot up, eyes comically wide because the only time someone calls him by his full government name is when he gets into shit but it wasn't him this time, it was that idiot Alvarez— "Didn't get to tell you good night and I love you, Rudy, so... good night and I love you, Rudy." Oh. Oh. Ha. Real funny.

Farah - A cuddle bunny through and through. She loves laying up under you, her head resting on your shoulder or under your chin, or her face in the crook of your neck. She wants to hear you as you sleep. She wants to feel the gentle rise and fall of your chest or the resonances as you speak. Farah simply can't get enough of you.

Keegan - It's really you teasing him because Keegan isn't one to really get flustered or deviate from his infamously neutral expression. Much. Until you came along. You two are relaxing in bed and you're the one randomly calling out, "Hey, Kee-Kee," to which Keegan makes the most surprised and disgusted face in response and you're wheezing.

Dick: Uh, Tim, why do you have a gold sticker on your arm?

Tim: Jason’s handing them out.

Damian, showing his arm off proudly: I got the most.

Dick: Um, that’s nice?

Tim: We each get one every time we punch someone in the face on patrol.

Dick: Okay, less nice…

Steph: Jason decided the best way to show his displeasure towards Bruce was to be as petty as possible.

Tim: B said it wasn’t necessary to punch everyone we saw committing crime in the face.

Dick: A bit hypocritical, but continue.

Steph: Jason saw the opening.

Damian: And I won.

Close-ups:

👻🧼🍺 Part 2

tryna figure out how I wanna draw this man (permanently missing some nails, partial reconstruction of septum, grey hair from follicular damage from inappropriately administered first aid and stress? not quite dad bod but heavier set...think thonk...)

I beg of you, I need more of your COD Ghosts content!! I love your art so much. (And I’d love to see your take on what you think Logan looks like)

Keegan did, in fact, fuck his brother 😔