Hi hello! I wanted to make this post bc Iāve been wanting to start a new blog for a minute now soooo I figured why not start with an intro post.
(Iāll update this again with tags and such once I really get going with this blog)
This is an 18+ blog. MDNI.
Online I go by Panda, Iām 23. Iām nonbinary and my pronouns are he/they.
Iāve been on and off Tumblr since about 2011, but this is my first time making a blog dedicated to something and actually posting on it. The last time I made a fan page was on Facebook around 2012.
My fanfiction phase restarted early last year, so naturally Iām back on Tumblr againš„“ bear with me, Iām a little rusty.
Severe ADHD makes it to where I have loads of hyperfixations going at once, and I need somewhere to dump my thoughts other than my friendsā DMsš
That being said, this blog will strictly be for posting about Call of Duty: Modern Warfare ONLY. There might be a couple reblogs from my other fandoms here and there, but Iām gonna try to keep that to a minimum.
Below the break is my main fandoms, and other bits of info Iāll edit in later. Make sure to read my boundaries!
Main Fandoms:
One Direction
Iāve been a fan since 2011, and currently very emotional bc today (the day I write this post) is the last HSLOT showš
Hamilton
Iām a history major, and this show is a big reason why.
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2
What can I say? I love masked men.
Newsies (the Broadway version)
Watched it for the first time last year, but if Iād seen it like a decade ago, it would have radicalized me.
Red Dead Redemption 2
Literally my favorite game ever, Arthur Morgan has my entire heartš
WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT TO SEE HERE:
Headcanons; almost entirely my own, sometimes elaborations of others Iāve seen on here (that will be credited properly if itās not a direct reblog), or requests from my inbox.
Story prompts bc Iām not confident enough in my own writing to make any of it public lol if you use any of my prompts, pls credit me and send me a link!!
Lots and lots of reblogs
Any NSFW posts will be marked accordingly
Simping on main, hence the title of the blog; Iāll post photos, gifs, etc etc of the characters and make comments like āI want him to crush me with his thighs.ā All in good fun.
TAGS INFO [tags listed below are always the first tag on the post if multiple are listed, followed immediately by the character(s) involved] [these tags are also on this post in this order so they can be easily accessed from this post]:
Any random thoughts or posts that arenāt immediately COD related will be posted under #Pandaās thoughts
Headcanons will be posted under #cod headcanons
General simping (like gif sets, photos, etc) will be posted under #im a simp
BOUNDARIES:
Be a decent human being. No racism, homophobia, transphobia, xenophobia, misogyny, etc.
Again, this is an 18+ blog. Do not interact if youāre a minor. Iāll block you.
141 + Kƶnigs Reactions to Reader Calling Them "My Sweet Lil Guy."
Warnings: slight swearing, fluff, slight sexual references
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Simon Ghost Riley-
āBloody hell.ā Simon groaned, his hands moving to grasp at his back. āDamn thing hurts.ā
"Awe, my sweet lil guy got a backache?" You teased, moving to rub Simon's back gently.
Simon turned, slowly, toward you a look of mock horror on his face. "The hell you just call me?"
You bit your lip to prevent a giggle, watching the confusion on your boyfriend's face with amusement. "My... sweet lil guy?"
Simon stared at you, his brows furrowing in confusion. āIāve been called a lot of things in my life, but little isnāt one of them.ā
āFirst for everything I suppose.ā You shrugged your shoulders, struggling not to crack a smile under Simonās intense stare.
āYouāre a little brat, you know that?ā Simon chuckled, kissing your temple.
āIām the little brat, youāre the sweet lil guy.ā You teased, scrunching your nose at him.ā
āYouāre pushing it, kid.ā
Johnny Soap MacTavish-
āEveryone, Iād like for you to meet Johnny.ā You smiled, introducing your boyfriend to your group of friends.
"Is this the "sweet lil guy" you've been telling us all about?" Your friend asked as she regarded Johnny with a smile.
Johnny blinked a few times before looking at you. "Your sweet lil guy?"
Your friend gave a hearty chuckle. "Yep, they call you thay all the time."
āThaā so?ā Johnny quirked a brow at you, a devious smile making its way to his lips.
āJohnny no, pl-.ā You started, but Johnny was quick to cut you off.
āThatās not what they were screaming in bed last night.ā
Oh yeah, he won your friends over that night.
John Price-
āCmon, sweetheart. Itās past midnight, surely you can put the book down and go to bed.ā John groaned, it was well past his bedtime.
āIs my sweet lil guy tired?ā You cooed, turning to face John in bed. āPromise Iām almost done.ā
"Your sweet lil guy?" He looked at you, bemused by your nickname. āThat really what comes to mind when you think of me?ā
āSure is.ā You faked a yawn, flipping over to finish the chapter of the book you were reading.
John wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest. āYeah, youāre sure about that?ā
Your cheeks burned crimson, the prominent bulge in your lovers boxers now pressing hard against your back. āY-yes.ā
āGive me about two minutes. Once my cocks inside that pretty little mouth of yours- youāll be choking on those words.ā
Kƶnig-
āMaus, can you help me with these straps?ā Kƶnig asked, gesturing to the buckled straps of his vest. āI canāt reach them.ā
āIāve got you sweet lil guy.ā You chuckled, making your way over to him. You began to fiddle with the straps before he stopped you, abruptly turning to face you.
Kƶnigs cheeks became beat red as he stuttered out his words. "W-what?"
āSweet lil guy? I meant it as a term of endearment Kƶ.ā You blinked a few times, watching as your boyfriendās face became as red as a tomato.
Kƶnig couldnāt explain why.. exactly the name had him feeling so flustered. He was ANYTHING but small, in any regard, but heā¦liked the thought. It made him feel you didnāt find his large stature menacing, and the thought was comforting to him.
āCan you.. call me that again?ā
Kyle Gaz Garrick-
āDamnit!ā Kyle exclaimed, running his hands over his head in frustration. āI was so fucking close! I had him!ā
"Did my sweet lil guy lose?" You chided, watching your boyfriend throw his controller on the couch in frustration.
āYeah. I fucking did. Iāve been trying to beat that game all.. wait what did you call me?ā Kyle whipped his head around to you, and it took everything in you not to laugh.
āMy sweet lil guy is throwing a tantrum.ā You giggled, watching as the corners of his lips turned upward. āDoes baby need a kiss to make it better.ā
Kyle nodded, his bottom lip pouting slightly. āI do.ā
You bit your lip in amusement, before wrapping your arms around your boyfriend pulling him close to you. āIāve got you baby boy.ā
Kyle wouldnāt ever admit it, to anyone, but he certainly wouldnāt complain if you wanted to call him that again.
There's some clipping that I'll maybe correct tomorrow but needed to get this off my chest.
I won't address any spoilers, nor I care about canon, because fuck canon.
Task Force 141, whole and happy
(yes, I didn't add Riot because everyone is sick of her at this point lol, and this was not the point I wanted to address either. I'm so mad I can't even)
Hitman 141 would be TERRIFYING, an entity that ppl only whisper about-ESPECIALLY at the mention of Price, or someone being told to stfu if they do dare to utter his name, ppl keeping their heads down everytime 141 enters a room like they're THAT GOOD
Hitman 141 Headcanons
(Call of Duty Masterlist)
Rating: M
Wordcount: 800
Tags: Hitman AU / Mercenary AU, Dark 141
Warnings: Brief descriptions of violence and torture
A/N: Thank you for the brainworm anon
They donāt go by any name. Thereās no title for their unit.Ā
The living know better than to speak of them
Theyāre known in the underground only as āThe Fourā
Black paint smears across their gazes, like the hand of the grim reaper has dipped its skeletal fingers in charcoal and tried to blind them
Their eyes gaze forward even so, looking for their next target, their next kill
Itās rare to see any of them, and even rarer to see them all together. When they enter into the secretive enclaves and dens of the worldās finest assassins, a hush falls over the crowd, and you see them grin- knowing that their mere presence invokes fear
They know how to kill men a thousand different ways, they say
Thereās no target thatās too large for them
They can disable a government overnight, can sweep in under the cover of darkness and eliminate an entire cabinet in one fell swoop
And yet the depths of their deeds remain entirely unknown, with a finger pressed to lips of their victims before they grow cold
Nobody knows their real names. Those that have tried have failed- and the dead hold their secrets
They do go by names that only the damned dare to whisper
Gaz, their intelligence specialist who leaves no loose ends, who draws secrets from the graves of those who gasp words with their dying breaths
He knows, they whisper, knowing that he has ears everywhere. That even the shadows come to murmur in his ear. His sniper scope finds his targets, and he reads their lips before he fires a killing shot
When he talks to others, his smile is easy, that of a friend. Yet thereās a flicker in his eyes that speaks of a second sight, an ability to bleed words from your mouth before you can stop yourself
āThanks, mate.ā He tells you with a clap to your shoulder, and you watch in dread as he depart, and wonder what have I done?
Soap, their supplier, their demolitions expert, the man who leaves behind only a trail of ash that canāt be traced
Heās the friendliest of them, with his easy going smile and blue eyes. Yet there lurks a darkness in his gaze, a challenge, and you know if you get too close youāll be incinerated by the flames
Heās rumored to have killed the president of a foreign country- the man dying in a tragic house fire with no discernible cause. They say it was a catastrophe that couldnāt have been stopped
Of course not, not when he created it. He smiled as he watched it burn
Ghost, the assassin, the reaper they say
He fought death, and won, but in his victory his soul is forever held by the grave.Ā
Thereās a hundred different stories about his survival. He was lost in the wilderness and killed a bear to steal its pelt. His feet were poured into concrete and he broke his hands cracking himself free. He dug himself from the grave and took the scythe from the reaper to kill his enemies himself
His figure will be the last thing you ever see. Thereās not even time to scream
Red drenches his bone white mask, and behind them stare the eyes of a dead man
Then thereās their leader- Price.
Price, they say, for a price must be given for the lives of those whoāve been killed. Itās a steep cost to deal with him and his men, and even steeper to refuse them
Smoke follows him in a mist, chokes the airways of his victims. Thereās a brutality to him thatās untold, hardly restrained, witnessed by few who survive only to see him in their nightmares
The others yield to him, defer to his guidance. Thereās rumors heās immortal, has lived many lives but is cursed to roam the earth like Cain, having slain his own blood and now lives in eternal damnation
He tips his hat to the man he leaves hanging upside down from the rafters, leaving him to a slow and painful death even as he begs for mercy
What they donāt know is that his chosen targets are those that lurk in the dark, festering underbelly of the world- whose crimes damn them before theyāre even revealed. The violent, the corrupt, the selfish, the takers of the innocent. None live beyond the sight of one of the four- a vision just before the end
They say they were soldiers once, defenders, warriors
Yet the world betrayed them, set their lives ablaze. In the ashes they were reborn, bent on the destruction of those who wronged them
By bathing in the blood of their enemies, they signed their souls for the devil to keep, bestowing upon them an inhumane darkness they wield at their fingertips
I really thought I made this clear in my intro post but I guess it needs to be said again.
This blog is run by an adult who makes content for adults. That means if you are under the age of 18, you do not belong here because I do not make content for you. I do not care if you are ā17 but gonna be 18 next week.ā Hell, I donāt care if your 18th birthday is tomorrow; as far as federal law is concerned, you are a child.
If you follow me and I find out youāre a minor, I WILL block you.
Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and thatās all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:
āI've had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I'm still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, 'Will you help me?' I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can't always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.
And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.
When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I'm glad of that, happy l've done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web...
but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.
Happy Halloween! Hereās how 141 + Los Vaqueros celebrate the spookiest day of the year š (Partially 18+ NSFW)
(DISCLAIMER: my headcanons are my own; Iām an American so some of them might be Americanized. I donāt fully know many details regarding DĆa de Los Muertos, so I will not in good faith speak much about it in this post)
Captain Price
Heās not dressing up BUT he does go all out decorating for it. His permanent residence, his office, and if heās on deployment he does what he can.
Really enjoys handing out candy. He loves seeing what costumes the kids/teens come up with every year.
Heās the dad that gets angry when kids TP his house.
MIGHT let you take him to a Halloween party, and if you do get him to dress up it will be something super simple like draping a white sheet over his head and cutting out eye holesš
If you donāt go to a party, heāll hang with you at home and watch scary movies with you
(Personally I donāt like horror bc I get nightmares easily so Iād like to think heās very protective and cute about itš„¹)
Will absolutely rail you in your costume when the night is over. Bonus points if you dressed in something intentionally sexy.
Soap
If anything, heās the one dragging you to a Halloween party.
Heās dressing up as Ghost. Plans WEEKS ahead of time so he can steal one of his masks, rather than making his own since he knows Ghostās are good quality.
Wherever he ends up this night, heās getting FUCKED up if he has nothing going on the next day.
Heās helping the kids TP Priceās houseš¤Ŗ
Personally, the relationship dynamic Iād have with Soap is that Halloween is one day of the year (out of a few) where he can properly slut himself out; he deserves it. Like yes bestie put on your sexy devil costume and have funš
At the end of the night tho, heās in your bed doingā¦ ungodly things to and with you š
Ghost
Heāll maybe let you drag him to a costume party but complains the ENTIRE time.
Under no circumstances will he dress up. āI already wear a mask everyday, so thereās no point in wearing a different one tonight.ā
Would much rather stay home watching horror movies. Lights off so heās justā¦ sitting thereā¦ in a dark ass roomā¦ watching something unreasonably scary, like Hereditary (2018) or a classic like The Exorcist (1973).
Gaz
Heās hosting the costume party. Even if the team is deployed, heās gonna do what he can to make the best of it.
There WILL be a costume contest and Price never winsš Price kind of complains a bit about it like āUgh another year without a winšā but never actually does anything to help himself lol
He and Soap argued over who would dress up as Ghost. Obviously Soap won eventually so Gaz is stuck tryna figure something else out.
This year, heās dressing up as Ken, but not like in the Insufferable Straight Man Trying To Win Feminism Points kind of way.
Alejandro
Absolutely fucking KILLS IT at Gazās Halloween party every year and has a winning streak in the costume contest.
Always hella creative with his costumes and gets super into it. He probably makes it himself and he goes, like, full cosplay about it.
This year heās givingā¦ Beetlejuice vibes, donāt ask me why. Broadway!Beetlejuice, specifically. Even makes his own snake like they have on stage, but smaller so he can have it chillin on his shoulder or something.
Rudy
This year heās dressing up as Lydia so he can match with Alejandro. Even if weāre talking RudyxReader and AlejandroxReader, heās still gonna go matching with his bestie.
Since he and Alejandro are both Mexican, theyāre observing DĆa de Los Muertos together and with their families.
Between the two of them, Rudy is the one decorating for Halloween because Alejandro spends so damn much time working on his costume.
Spends so much time decorating for Halloween and preparing for Day of the Dead that he nearly forgets to get a costume but itās fine this year because Lydia from Beetlejuice is quite a simple idea and Alejandro can hem a cheap dress in an instantš„°
I have several posts scheduled to be posted in the next few days.
And I KNOW I just started being active again, but following this post, I will be rescheduling my queued posts for next week and wonāt be active until then.
Iām doing this out of respect for Inquisitor and those close to him. I hope that if the afterlife exists, heās resting and heās peaceful and being shown heās loved.
I accidentally cancelled the posts and didnāt realize until just nowš anyway, thereās like 3 things coming in the next several hours couple days
