Hey it's me your old pal Ives.
Hi, this is previously user eldritchdilf.
I've retaken the old username to use for a blog if you want to look at my art only.
If anybody was wondering, I lost my old blog because I was trying to delete a side-blog that I wasn't using anymore but somehow it nuked my main blog as well. Because this site runs on spit and tape. As you know. I successfully deleted one other side-blog before that and double, triple checked that I was deleting the correct blog but it still went sideways lmao.
I wasn't going to remake a blog because I want to be as offline as possible but I did miss you guys! And as an artist I have to whore myself and my drawings out in as many places as I can! As you know!
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Haven't done one of these in a while, so please enjoy a snippet from my Ghoap-married-before-MW19 AU.
A few days, later John sported a new haircut. He'd been due one for a while and had decided to try something different. Personally, he thought the mohawk looked rather fetching—perhaps not quite up to regulations but his sides weren't shaved with grade zero, so he figured it would be close enough to skirt by. "The fuck is that?" Simon said, looking pointedly at the new hair-do, eyebrows raised. "Looks good, doesnae it?" John ran a hand through the strip of longer hair. Simon cast a doubtful look his way. "Ya look like a twat." The corners of his mouth twitched upward, silencing the exclamation of protest bubbling in John's chest. "Makes for a good handle, though." He winked, and set off at a steady jog. Stunned, John hesitated a beat before following, a mental image now planted firmly in his mind. He could almost feel the sting on his scalp thinking about Simon's fingers tangled in his hair— Fucking hell. "Fuck ye," he spluttered when he caught up with Simon's long strides, trying unsuccessfully to will down his traitorous dick. "Like that idea, do ya?" Simon smirked, giving him a sideways glance without slowing down. "Ye're evil," John huffed, falling in stride beside him, "givin' me a fuckin' stauner like tha'." Simon laughed out loud. "I'll make it up to ya, sweet'heart." "Ye better."
yes... ha ha ha... yes!
Price and Ghost had been at each other’s throats since day one; two alpha dogs snarling over the same bone, neither willing to back down. They’d bicker, do shit just to watch the other seethe, and turn everything into a pissing contest.
It was all fun and games until Ghost pulled some bullshit mid mission, leaving Price flailing while Ghost handled the op solo. “Teamwork makes the dream work, Captain,” Ghost had deadpanned later, voice dripping sarcasm.
Price didn’t forget. Next op, Ghost was on overwatch, comms crackling in his ear. That’s when Price decided payback was a bitch. Pinned Soap against the wall in some abandoned safehouse, the Scot’s breath hitching as Price’s hands roamed rough on his dick. “Keep it down, Johnny,” Price growled, but oh, he didn’t mean it… not with the comms wide open, every gasp and moan broadcasting straight to Ghost’s position.
Soap whimpered, thighs trembling as Price thrust deep, the wet slap of skin echoing through the line. “Fuck- Captain- ” Soap choked out, and Price chuckled low, knowing Ghost was hearing every word. “That’s it, son. Let him hear how good you take it.”
Ghost’s end went dead silent. No quips, no snark. Just the faint hitch of breath that said he’d gotten the message loud and clear.
But Ghost wasn’t one to roll over. Price learned that the hard way when he swung by the barracks later, only to freeze in the doorway. There was Ghost, mask shoved up just enough, buried balls deep in Gaz, the younger man’s legs wrapped around his waist as he arched back against the bunk. Gaz’s moans were muffled against Ghost’s shoulder, but the sight was unmistakable Ghost’s hips snapping, Gaz clawing at his back like he was drowning in it.
Ghost glanced up, eyes dark and triumphant through the slits of his mask. “Two can play, Captain,” he rumbled, not missing a beat.
Price’s jaw tightened.
Oh.
Game on.
Some of you might remember this post. Anyway, I finally finished up the corresponding fic.
Relationships: Alex Keller & John Price, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Rating: Teen and Up Words: 1,341 Additional tags: Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mystery Of Sorts, Secrets
The resemblance between the captain and Alex was uncanny, if you asked Soap. He nearly got them confused more than once and somehow the amused look in Ghost’s eyes made him think he was missing something vital. Not to mention that Gaz also seemed to know something, smug bastard. Or, the one where Soap finds out his captain's secret.
Chinese netizen: You people really need to stop making random wishes at Yonghe Temple!
Beijing's Yonghe Temple was originally the palace of Prince Yong—who later became the historically famous Emperor Yongzheng—during the Qing Dynasty and was later converted into a Buddhist monastery. Serving as both an active religious site and a well-known cultural landmark, it has also become a popular spot for making wishes. In recent years, its reputation for "granting wishes in unexpectedly literal ways" has turned it into an internet sensation.
Chinese netizens say every wish you make is heard by the divine — but they may come true in the weirdest ways possible. So now, Chinese netizens are trying to outsmart the gods by adding detailed conditions and closing grammatical loopholes to keep them from twisting the wish. Seems like it's not working very well, though.
A post by Cnetizen say:"I went to Yonghe Temple, and Grandpa Four (a folksy nickname for Emperor Yongzheng/Prince Yong, who was the fourth son of Kangxi) really delivered that same day."
"Grandpa Four: You had your chance and you blew it! I went to Yonghe Temple to pray for love. I silently repeated my wish to every single deity there. On the way back that night, my entire sleeper carriage was packed with good-looking hot guys. The only two charging ports in the carriage were right in front of my compartment, so they kept gathering near my window. Even the guy on the middle bunk across from me was a tall, handsome one. Was Grandpa Four finally coming through? But I was too shy to ask for anyone’s contact. Grandpa Four gave me an opening and I totally fumbled it — they all got off before me. #YongheTempleWishes #JustKeepTheFaith" (cr周奕杨)
That said, you can also skip the wishing and just go to enjoy the scenery or buy some shouchuan手串(traditional chinese bracelets) — both the views and the shouchuan at Yonghe Temple are quite beautiful.
yelling The amazing zeppers created this fabulously detailed Gaz G9 model and even released it for free on their patreon here
And he even comes with clothes so he isn't nakey (though I am keeping him nakey, the clothing textures is making my pc sound like an airport)
(Daz3d is also free to download if anybody wants to play with this, though fair warning the latest version requires a lot of ram to run without your PC melting > <)
They also did a Soap and Ghost, those aren't free but honestly a NZD17 monthly sub to buy it is such a good deal for how detailed they are:
Here is my bebe again, a properly rendered version from zeppers's page:
And in case the embedded links don't work, zeppers' dA and patreon:
dA: https://www.deviantart.com/zeppersda
patreon: https://www.patreon.com/zeppers
my dad (Maori) works on a ship with all Maori/Tongan/Samoan fisherman- and one Aussie guy called Jake.
And that wasn't done on purpose just sort of how it ended up, but Jake recently got an injury so they put him on a Different boat just for a little bit (a sit in the wheelhouse and scout type of boat, instead of the main fishing one) and he only got back to my dad's ship today and he was apparently like Shaking. He was Traumatised.
Dad said Jake kept pulling him aside and going "They were all yelling on there, but in a MEAN way" "They didn't clean... Like at ALL"
Jake experienced what a boat full of old school Aussie fisherman is like. That is the norm Jake. You just happened to be on the all Island boy boat on your first go out. "It was time for dinner and they had FROZEN nuggets" Jake that's what they have on ships that are out at sea for months at a time.
On my dad's boat they are eating fresh fish and coconut milk Ceviche. They're grilling steaks on an open bbq on the deck that probably is not regulation. All the guys have their own special knives to prepare sashimi every couple days. Everyone is happily doing their own work so they can clock out early and set up a movie on the deck. Jake did you genuinely believe that's what every boat was doing.
Local Australian man is fed fresh juices and smoked fish for first time- refuses to go back to beef jerky boat life
jake that first night when they served a freezer tray tv dinner and not an overflowing plate of fish that's probably going for conservatively like $40-$80 bucks a kilo but the guys decided Eh we'll catch more let's just fry it up:
i want to ensure that noone ever calls me a liar on the internet and want to confirm that island boy dinner is very real and it's waiting for you
you know how playing guitar gives you good brain coordination with independent movements? so... would being a competent guitar player allow price to keep fucking kyle real good while simultaneously playing with his foreskin, I wonder
price: constantly playing that game where you have to pat your head with one hand and rub circles on your belly with the other at the same time, without mixing up the movements, to show that he's a good lay
gaz: I'm afraid he's gone senile
The Myth of Abduction but instead of Hades and Persephone it’s John Price and Kyle Garrick
No bc Price doesn’t drag Gaz into the dark kicking and screaming. He doesn’t have to.
He recruits him. Selects him. Claims him.
Price sees the shine immediately: Gaz’s laugh over comms, the way he still believes there’s a right way to do things, the instinct to protect rather than dominate. A bright thing in a place that eats light. And Price, who has lived too long underground, decides he will not let that brightness belong to anyone else.
So he pulls Gaz closer. Gives him better ops. More trust. More danger. Calls him son and kid with a fondness he doesn’t give to anyone, wraps authority around him until it feels like safety. Until it feels like loyalty. Until Gaz’s world quietly narrows to Price’s shadow and Gaz’s eyes are on him and him alone.
Everyone else thinks Price is turning him into a protégée.
What they don’t see is how possession masquerades as mentorship. How obsession wears the uniform of duty. How the underworld doesn’t need chains when it can convince you that the dark is where you’re meant to be.
And Gaz- warm, hopeful, defiant Gaz- doesn’t realize he’s been taken.
Only that the sun doesn’t reach him anymore.
I need someone who's ghostgaz pilled to write something where ghost has been slowly bringing his walls down, slowly letting himself be vulnerable and open to loving kyle. and then one evening kyle does something very typical of his age, something small and benign, like pulling at one side of simon's headphones to check what he's listening to. and it immediatelly reminds simon of tommy.
when tommy used to do that, it'd annoy simon to no end. but now, looking at kyle's crooked smile, his face so close to his, simon realises his brother had only wanted to be closer to him, and pestering was the only language he knew. grief squeezes tightly around his chest. past and present blur and simon's heart simulaniously swells for kyle and and breaks in two for tommy.