𝖑𝖚𝖈𝖆𝖘 𝖈𝖆𝖓'𝖙 𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊.

ɪ'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋ. 🧡 [24, he/they] 🧡 [also go away porn accounts, you will also be blocked.]

[lucas-cant-write]

HEYO! it's me, marble (tyg3r in some places), or you can call me Lucas, and welcome to my Tumblr page! Whether it'd be me practicing my writing, headcanon the living fuck of my fav fictional characters or go feral of other's said fictional characters, im your dude!

i go by he/they and live in the DOWN UNDAR (sydney to be exact). I'm mostly in the COD fandom (im practically Soap's husband), but you can also find me in TMNT, FNaF, Undertale and Resident Evil too! (more down at the post)

Anyways, I'm an aspiring writer who one day wants to become a professional writer but for now sticking to fanfiction. I'm also planning to become an actor but first I gotta practice lol (I haven't done acting in a long time 💀)

So yeah! Follow me for all things writing and I'll catch y'all later when I post something! :D

tags:

#lucas posts - #lucas writes (exactly what it is. all of my writing goes on to this tag.)

#lucas reblogs (where i reblog either fics i like or if i wanna be a goof. note that i sometimes leave it blank.)

#lucas rants (where i spill all my shit because, well, i have shit to say.)

#lucas yaps (where the brain worms takeover.)

(Oh, and I nearly forgot: you can also follow my AO3 account here!)

AO3: tyg3r

(And if you really want, you can also check out my TikTok)

TikTok: sgt_marble

(my do's and don't, and the fandoms i like to write in)

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The stuffs I have:

NOTE: if you see a post by me but the link isn't showing, PLEASE be patient! I promise I'll get into it lickety split! :D

(IF YOU SEE RED AND 18+, IT CONTAINS ADULT MATERIAL SUCH AS SMUT OR MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! MINORS DNI, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!)

(I will block you if you break my rule.)

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Headcanon Rambling:

(Basically me yapping about characters and spilling out my thoughts and headcanons.

COD:

part one. (what is their everyday wear)

part two. (what their other jobs would be if they're not working for the 141)

part three. (what would the 141 smell like... this was dumb)

part four. (the 141's Tinder accs) (18+)

part five. (the 141 and horror games)

part six. (biker 141 headcanon/au)

part seven. (i found Gaz)

part eight. (the 141 and blowjobs) (18+)

part nine.

(other fandoms to be updated here...)

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Fanfiction Folklore:

(What it says on the tin, your home for all things fanfics from all kinds of fandoms!)

COD:

Unexpected

forever more (love, johnny)

FLIP the SCRIPT

breakfast (18+)

Plush Blush Crush Rush... to the hospital, part 2

slipping through my fingers (18+)

fic seven.

(other fandoms to be updated here...)

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Imagination Wonderland:

(Technically fanfiction, but they don't have a title and are basically detailed versions of Headcanon Rambles)

COD:

imagine one. (one johnny mactavish bdsm moment) (18+)

imagine two. (dog!soap)

imagine three. (ghost sex headcanon) (18+)

imagine four. (price and ghost fucking you basically) (18+)

imagine five. (the 141 when you come back after a job well done) (18+, although implied) [pt. 2]

imagine six. (blurb of the 141 as werewolves and bedtime) [pt. 2]

imagine seven. (sports!141 and their fan/girlfriend) (18+)

imagine eight. (more werewolves, just fluffy mornings)

imagine nine. (gaz confessing to both soap and ghost) (18+)

imagine ten. (dog!soap basically being a horny mutt, featuring reader and their teddy bear) (18+)

imagine eleven. (you're giving the 141 boys chocolate chip cookies)

imagine twelve.

(other fandoms to be updated here...)

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[babyanimalgifs]

[archivedbarfblog]

1-800-ARE-YOU-SLAPPIN

[trochaic-mutant-ninja-tetrameter]

🎶Birdy with the loud steps! Noisy talons!🎵

[argon-offical]

rb if you hate ai

[countrycritter]

What I imagine that 141 would do as “caregivers” (lowkey agere if that’s alright 😓)

Price was considered fatherly already, but experiencing one of his teammates being tiny increased it. He's the type to tie your shoes or help slip them off at the end of the day. He's the one to make sure you're tucked in properly at bedtime, which he enforces very strictly. The others often try to get him to let you stay up longer but he knows when his little one needs to sleep. So locked in he tries to baby you even when you're not in that headspace. Safe to say Price is the main caregiver.

Gaz likes to take advantage of you feeling tiny because it makes you extra sleepy and cuddly. When you're not, cuddling isn't even in the equation. But when you are, he loves just spending the entire day laying on the couch with you tucked into his side covered in a soft blanket. Nobody has seen you? Probably being tiny and laying on Gaz while watching your favorite TV shows and movies. He's the best at getting you to take naps (and usually falls asleep with you).

Soap riles you up 24/7. As soon as he gets word that you're feeling tiny from one of the others he's immediately gathering stuff to play with you. He already loves doing stuff with you on a normal day; but having a little buddy to play with and coo at? Even better. It doesn't matter if you're hyper or calm, loud or quiet, he's finding a game to play. You can even have the itty bittiest baby headspace and he still finds ways to have fun. Soap gets allegations of also being tiny because of how much he loves playing with toys with you, but he doesn't care.

Ghost was very hesitant whenever he first found out about your headspace. Even after the others became comfortable and fit into the role perfectly, he still felt out of the mix. Everyone knew how iffy he was around children, but maybe it would be different because it was you. If he ever found you feeling tiny, he would just hand you off to one of the others. They knew what to do and how to care for you. But over time he grew a little fond of holding you in his lap while he worked. You would simply curl up on his lap and lay against his chest while he typed on his computer or scribbled out reports with a pen. Admittedly, he grew to love the company.

Lemme know if y'all love the casual tiny propaganda (i love calling headspace being tiny)

[hatsbuckets]

Floor Time

cw: teehee silly 141 blurb

The PT session had been brutal. Soap knew this because he was still on the floor forty minutes after it had ended.

He'd made it back to his quarters. He'd even made it through the door. And then his body had filed a formal complaint and had reached a compromise: the floor.

The floor was fine. The floor was right there. The floor, as it turned out, was also wonderfully, blessedly cold against the back of his legs and neck, and Soap had decided he lived here now.

His door was ajar and he didn't have the energy to close it and he didn't quite care

He was staring at the ceiling when a shadow fell across the doorframe.

"Tav?"

Gaz. Soap could tell by the voice without looking. He also didn't look because looking required moving his head.

"Aye."

"You alive?"

"Debatable."

He paused, Gaz presumably assessed the situation: one John MacTavish, spread-eagled on the floor of his own quarters, not too unlike I flopped squirrel or cat.

"Floor's good, yeah?"

"Floor's brilliant," Soap said.

He heard Gaz's boots come off, then felt the thud of him settling down on the floor beside him. There was a moment of quiet, and then a long exhale.

"Mm," Gaz said softly. "Yeah."

They lay there. Doing nothing. It was perfect.

Ghost appeared in the doorway a few minutes later.

Soap didn't see his expression so much as feel it, that particular silence of the Lieutenant.

"Don't say anything, LT." Gaz said.

Ghost said nothing. His shadow didn't move from the door.

Soap lifted one hand off the floor and patted the tiles beside him. A deliberate little pat pat.

It was quiet for a moment. Then came the sound of Ghost lowering himself to the floor and he settled onto his back beside them.

The three of them stared at the ceiling. Doing nothing.

"Floor's cold," Ghost said.

"Aye," said Soap.

And so they lay there. Doing nothing.

The captain almost walked straight past.

He'd been heading to Kyle's bunk, needing something he'd lent the sergeant, when the massive forms below him in his peripheral vision made him stop and take a step back.

Three of his men. On the floor. Staring at the ceiling.

He stood in the doorway for a long moment.

My boys, something in his chest said, quiet and fond.

"...Alright?" he said.

"Mm," said Gaz.

"Mm," said Soap.

"Mm," said Ghost.

Price looked at them. He thought about the various things he was supposed to be doing.

"You lot need to drink water," he said.

"You're not wrong," Gaz agreed from the floor.

Price exhaled through his nose. He looked at the strip of floor beside Ghost.

"The floor's good for your spine," Gaz said to the ceiling. "Decompress the vertebrae. I read it somewhere."

"Did you?"

"Mhm."

Another moment passed.

Price crouched down and lowered himself to the floor slowly.

The cold tile settled against his back through his shirt.

He stared at the ceiling.

His boys were quiet around him. Ghost's breathing slow and even. Soap looked like he might actually be asleep. Gaz existing pleasantly in a drifty little space.

"Five minutes," Price said.

"Mm," said Gaz.

And then they stayed for considerably longer than five minutes.

[thegreencarousel]

This will either age like fine wine or age like milk when MW4 comes out

[my-peaches-are-ruined]

[raspypenchant]

this is how that trailer felt

[i-give-u--art]

OMFG

GUYS GUYS

GHOAP CANNON HOLLY SIHTTTTTT

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[rawme-price]

I'm so obsessed with all the baby posting <3 I hope you know how much we appreciate you and your writing, just scrolling through your blog makes a bad day good again

Omg tyyy <33 here's some bebe drawings hehe

Ghost has giant babies, eight pounds and up from this man. He's setting records at every hospital, no competition.

Gaz has...shockingly small babies. His kids are short up until puberty when they hit an insane growth spurt.

Soap has twins. The mactavish household is not beating the giant family allegations...

Price has an extremely friendly and energetic baby. Always always moving..

[teethcreatures]

Roach, who attached a little flag to his antenas during pride month bcs he knows the entire team is gay or some sort of not cis/straight, but are too traumatized/emotionaly stunted/weird about it so the little critter just runs around with the flags on his antenas like a walking intervention. He just wants them all to accept themselves.

[zeitvon]

wheres gaz well who do u think was holding the camera

[imapuppetqueer]

Gotta catch em all

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Price and Simon play kick about.

cw: hint of poly if you squint

The afternoon hung over RAF Akrotiri like a curtain, turning everything a hazy gold and stifling everyone on base with a sticky heat.

The airstrip shimmered in the distance, empty but for the low, hulking figure of a C-17 being prepped for refuelling. Near the hanger, Simon and Price had turned a tiny strip of cracked tarmac into a makeshift pitch, a well-loved ball between them; its once shiny surface worn down to the raw leather in some areas, its branding long since faded away.

They had stopped off halfway home. Nik's Black Hawk needed repairs and the station commander owed Price a favour or seven. With a few days down time and intel for their next move thin on the ground, the 141 had grown restless. Garrick and MacTavish had headed into town to enjoy the nightlife, leaving Simon and Price to their paperwork. Or so they thought.

Nik watched on from the top of an empty ammo crate, his heels drumming against the painted wood, a cold beer propped on his knee and a cigarette hovering over the other. Price tapped the football forward, a sly grin creeping across his flushed face. “C’mon then. Let’s see if yer more than jus’ pub talk.”

Simon rolled his shoulders and swaggered up with exaggerated nonchalance, his boots scuffing over the concrete. The smell of fuel and heat hung thickly in the air, and their t-shirts were stained a shade darker with sweat around their chests and under their arms. “Yer about to get a lesson straight outta Etihad.”

Price smirked. “Amateur then.” He tapped the ball forward, coaxing it ahead with the inside of his boot. Simon rushed him, but Price twisted, sliding the ball through his legs with a cheeky nutmeg. Simon let out a bark of laughter as Price darted around him, arms raised in triumph. “Oi! Be ‘avin’ it! Straight through the uprights.”

Simon snorted, dodging left and then right, trying to intercept. “Old dog’s got some tricks.”

Price laughed, rolling the ball around with his toe. “Textbook. One for the highlight reel.”

Simon lunged playfully, missing as Price danced the ball away with exaggerated flair, knees high, tongue out like a kid on a school playground. Dust kicked up as they darted to and fro, Price rolling the ball back and scooting it away from Simon's feet before moving forward into the open.

Price tried to keep control, dribbling the ball with fast, sharp taps, weaving through invisible defenders like he was playing at Anfield. His boots scuffed against the tarmac, grating through gravel with every pivot as he showed off to not only Simon, but Nik as well.

Simon closed in again, this time more measured, waiting for an opening. “Ya know ya’ve got the touch of a bin lid, right?”

“Jealousy’s an ugly emotion, Simon.” Price went for a stepover, but Sinon anticipated it, sweeping in with a low tackle that took the ball and half of Price’s pride along with it as he stumbled over Simon's leg.

Price threw his arms up and turned towards Nik. “Oi! Ref! That’s a red!”

Nik rolled his shoulders in a shrug. “You are not bleeding. That makes it a clean tackle, no?”

Simon scooted the ball away, cracked leather scraping over gravel, offering mock commentary as he urged the ball back in the opposite direction. “And Riley, against all odds, wins possession… Price is left wonderin’ where it all went wrong.”

Price barked another laugh and danced back, soon catching up. They scuffled, legs tangling in an illegal tackle that ended up with Simon's head in a lock under Price's arm, Simon trying to keep his feet on the ball but knocking it away instead. They ended up in a heap on the dusty concrete, cussing each other out through breathless laughter.

Price threw his hands behind him, legs stretched out. “‘M claimin’ victory.”

“Like shit you are. Play dirtier an’ you fight,” Simon said, kicking at one of Price's boots.

“Pullin’ rank. One nil t’ me.”

“Cheeky wanker…” Simon slumped onto his back, running his fingers beneath his balaclava to scratch at his jaw, skin prickling with sweat. When his hands returned to his chest, he gazed at the expanse of sky above, the darker blue of night time bleeding through the oranges and reds. “Mad, innit? Feel normal… jus' for a bit.”

Price hummed, and knocked his boot against Simon's again. “That a good fing?”

Simon sat up on his elbows and stared down the length of tarmac towards the buildings; hazy, uniform grey blocks fading in the twilight. He looked next at Nik. The pilot had shrugged his jacket off and was basking in the warmth, his head tilted back, aviators reflecting the ombre sky.

The three of them were lingering in a pause; a suspended moment in time where nothing mattered and the weight was gone. Simon looked back at Price and felt something warm and sweet tug in his chest. With his hair wild and auburn, his blue eyes bright, Price looked striking in the failing light. Simon couldn't help but savour the sight. “Yeah,” Simon said finally. “Reckon it is.”

Price rolled to his feet, dusting off his backside with his palms. “Alright, one-nil to me. Winner stays on.”

Simon followed him, jogging over to retrieve the ball from where it had fallen into a pothole in the concrete. “You wish. Lookin’ a little tired there, old man.”

“Less lip more action.” Price gestured a come on with his fingers, feet spread, knees bent.

And just like that, the world paused again. They weren't lieutenant and captain, but, for another hour at least, they were just two northern lads playing kick about with a battered old pigskin.

[jeleynai]

I managed to finish this just in time! Almost missed MerMay..

Thank you to the lovely person on Patreon that requested a Mer version of the boys <3 I only did Ghost for now but I had SO much fun <3

As always, early access, WIPs and other goodies are on my Patreon!

[lucas-cant-write]

I think I'm part of the cool kids lmaoo