Pixel Art Of The Plague Bringer Squad (My OC’s)

Domestic Farm Fluff GhostSoap

TW: Use of Ghost and Soap’s real names, tooth rotting fluff, and my coping

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“L.T you awake?” His husband’s words filled his ears, the heavy Scottish accent lingering in the air.

“M’ not your lieutenant anymore Johnny.” Ghost mumbled sitting up in the bed, the weighted blanket felt nice as Ghost wrapped himself tighter in it. 

“Ah, yer righ’ but yer still mine.” Soap grinned, pressing a kiss to Ghost’s jaw. “Now come on we gots to work on our farm M'eudail.”

“Five more minutes luv.” Ghost’s heavy English accent thickened as he tried to keep his eyes open. However his husband had other ideas. “Oi-” Ghost grumbled as Soap flopped on top of him, the shorter man pressing kisses all over his face to wake him up. “Johnny stop.” Ghost growled as he tried to sleep.

“No can do Mo chridhe.” Soap chuckled. “Come on! We gots to go feed the hen’s and milk dem cows.”

“...Can you do that?” Ghost asked opening one eye to look at Soap.

“Simon, yer so lazy.” Soap grumbled trying to push his husband off the bed. “Come on yer lazy Gowk. Is yer turn to deal with roosters.” Soap grinned as he successfully managed to push Ghost off the bed, his husband landing on the wooden floor with a soft thud.

“Oh come on Johnny. Didn’ have to push me off the bed. Coulda just woke me up normally.” Ghost grumbled as he got up, his joints popping as he stretched. “You eaten already?” 

“Firs' already tried, yer didnt wan to wake up. Second yer trustin me to cook?” Soap grinned teasingly as he passed Ghost, one of his embroidered cloth face masks that just covered the bottom half of his face.

“...Never.” Ghost hummed as he looped the straps of his mask around his ears. “C’mon Johnny, I’ll go make breakfast.” Ghost decended the wooden stairacse down to the lower level of their farmhouse, the dark wooden walls comforting and warm, he loved this home, and not just because his husband also lived in it.

“Whatcha gonna make Simon?” Soap smiled as he followed after his husband watching as the larger man started to grab different ingredients. 

“Pancakes Johnny.” Ghost hummed as he poured the pancake mix onto a pan. “Sleep well?”

“Like a wee baby.” Soap chuckled as he rested his head in his hands, watching his husband cook. “Yer got a nice arse Simon.” Soap teased.

“Shut up Johnny.” Ghost looked over at Soap, “Or I’ll leave you without pancakes.” 

“Wait! M’ sorry Simon.” Soap made puppy eyes at him, pleadingly clinging to him. “Jus’ dont take away m’ pancakes.” 

“You know I can’t say no to you luv.” Ghost chuckled, lifting his mask to kiss Soap’s forehead.

“Ah know. An am gonna exploi’ it till death.” Soap grinned wrapping his arms around Ghost’s waist and clinging to the taller man as he watched Ghost flip pancakes. “Yer know a love yer right M'eudail?” Soap whispered as he pressed kisses to Ghost’s neck.

“I know Johnny. I know.” Ghost chuckled, wrapping an arm around Soap. 

“Good. I think yer should remember that Simon.” Soap smiled softly as he rested his head on Ghost's shoulder. The two happily staying in their kitchen as Ghost finished up the pancakes. 

Translations~ M'eudail- dear/darling Mo chridhe- my heart Gowk- Fool

Inktail's Masterlist

Genshin Impact~

Genshin Art Masterlist

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Honkai Star Rail~

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JJK~

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Lackadaisy~

Ivy and Freckle Relationship Headcannons

Ivy and Freckle go on a date

Rose finds Mordecai

Freckle Proposes to Ivy

Mordecai and Viktor Relationship Headcannons

Lackadaisy but Warrior Cats

Nina McMurray meets Ivy

Reuben "Ruby" Pepper meets Freckle

Hell HQ Stuff~

The Hell Council Designs

Angry wet cat

Mordecai has opinions... A quick peek at something we have in the works. Rough animation by the very incredible ENDO!

MY SON CAME HOME!!!!!!!

Boothill! :D my son! He’s here! I won the 50:50 now I’m only missing the third son since I have Boothill and Aventurine, I just need Dan Heng’s IL form

It’s you, despite everything it’s still you…

Also Im about to cook up some Arlecchino angst

I spent 145 wishes got Qiqi, Arlecchino, and two lyney bows. So in honour of getting her Im about to cook up some angsty art

Monsieur Neuvillette Furina’s Right Hand

Monsieur Neuvillette is Lady Furina’s closest companion, and the director of her orphanage -Egerias Orphanage for Girls- he is known to be a kind and soft spoken person and is not often in the public eye. Neuvillette was previously a lawyer, however he retired after Furina had requested him to run her orphanage.

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Neuvillette is a monstrosity, behind that kind facade he’s the second most dangerous member of Furina’s faction, second only to Furina herself. I have never seen a man so ruthless when it comes to punishing traitors in Furina’s faction. And never, ever even think, of insulting Furina in his presence, the last man who tried… his remains were found scattered through the river Fontaine.

Freckle Proposes to Ivy

A request I got from ao3 :>

Freckle shoved his hand into his pocket, he could feel the velvet box brush up against the pads of his paws. His anxiety was spiked at an all time high, today was the day he was going to propose to Ivy. That's what he had said for the past for the week, despite Rocky's constant efforts to boost morale. Hell even Viktor tried to give him tips on how to propose. Even then Freckle was mortified to propose, its not like he didn't want to. He did. He really wanted Ivy to be his wife. Freckle's tail twitched as he felt Ivy interlace her hand with his. Her presence next to him only heightening his anxiety. 

"I love the night sky." Ivy smiled softly at him. "Look at all the stars Freckle!" Freckle let out a shaky breath, it was now or never. He had recited his speech for hours, asking Rocky for advice an action he immediately regretted, as Rocky started listing off poetry for Freckle to put in his proposal. 

"Hey Ivy." Freckle took a deep breath. "I want to ask you something." Ivy looked over at Freckle, confusion in her yellow gaze. 

"What is it Freckle?" Her voice melted his heart.

"I wanted- I wanted to ask you something." Freckle took a deep breath as he got down on one knee, taking the velvet box out of his pocket. "Ivy, I have known you for four years, and those have been the best years of my life." He tried to keep his voice steady. "And I love you with all my heart, and I wanted to ask you if you would marry-"

"YES!" Freckle fell over as Ivy threw himself at him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed kisses all over his face. "I would love to marry you." She purred, kissing him. 

"Oh okay." Freckle mumbled, "I had another speech planned."

"I can't wait to be your wife!" Ivy smiled. 

"Mhm." Freckle nodded, holding Ivy close to him as he smoothly placed the ring on her finger. He dropped it five times trying to get in on her finger. "I love you." Freckle murmured, with a spur of confidence pressing a quick kiss to Ivy's cheek. 

"I love you too!" Ivy purred, kissing him as she held his face in her hands. Freckle's fur fluffed up as he got more flustered. 

"Congratulations Freckle. You finally pulled it off." Rocky popped out of the bushes. 

"WHAT THE-" Freckle jumped as Rocky patted his back. "Where did you come from?"

"Well. I was just watching your proposal, to make sure you wen't through with it this time." Rocky grinned. "So when's the wedding?"

I love the spot hes so goofy

Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse by Spencer Wan

Where in St Louis is Atlas buried?

Under the ground.