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One of my biggest pet peeves is people putting logan in association with wolves instead of wolverines. He is named after an animal already! And they’re cool! They can kill bears despite being so much smaller than them! They have jaws that can crunch bones like it’s nobody’s business! Like no shade to wolves, I love them, but wolverine is literally named after a different animal stop putting him with wolves.
I think it's because wolverines and wolves are fairly similarly worded, and not a lot of people know about wolverines, so they just assume wolverines=wolves. And there have been a few instances in the wild where wolverines and wolves have peacefully hung out together, so maybe there's that too.
Currently watching: Nothing but YouTube videos rn. Maybe I will watch PHM at some point.
Last song: Baby One More Time by Britney Spears. I literally imagine my characters in cool little music videos. 'Nuff said.
Currently reading: The Lord of the Rings. I grew up with those books, and they have influenced my writing in so many ways.
Current obsession: X-Men, COD, Mortal Kombat 1, Alien vs. Predator, Mass Effect, there are a great many.
Currently working on: Several fanfics and drawings, for all of my obsessions. I am also writing a story about demihumans that I can't exactly share with you yet. Stay tuned for that!
Currently wearing: I'm wearing a Super Mario hoodie that's oversized on me, an orange tank top, and some Winnie the Pooh pajama pants.
Last google search: What John Price's favorite color is from COD. I don't know why I'm like this. Please don't ask.
Favorite flower: Roses and Sunflowers, wildflowers. I'm a hopeless romantic and I love color.
EDIT: added a couple of people bc I think that they are cool too.
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Hey, long time reader, short time follower. May I request headcanons of any due of your choice or all the dudes if you so desire, with a s/O that knows games, comic books, and anime like no one else does? Like, hyper gamer comic book anime nerd. This idea struck me at like three in the morning and would not leave me until I asked someone... Much like a certain redhead with his guns.
NERD!
Fandom: P1, P2, P3, P4
Relationship: Postal Dude X Reader
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Word count: 1,271
Ao3
Ko-Fi
P1
What the hell are you talking about?
Has no idea about half the stuff you talk about. He knows Spider-man, Batman and Superman. That’s it. If you start showing him video games, comics he’s lost. He will listen to you ramble about it all. He won’t discourage your hobbies but he just … doesn’t get it. He likes to just watch you enjoy things.
Anime is the easiest thing to get him into.
He doesn't watch shows very often, mostly the news. (Which sets him in a doom spiral because he only focuses on the bad.) If you put some anime on the TV he will stand off to the side and watch. Soon enough he will be asking you if there's any new episodes you two can watch together. He likes short run anime instead of long ones. Mostly those one season stories that are just a few episodes long.
The best listener out of all the Dudes.
Possibly the only Dude who will actively try to understand what you're saying. He’s lost most of the time but he's trying. He will sit through every lore dump you go through. He just loves to hear you talk even if it's a two hour lore dump about something. He recognizes things that you like and gifts you just about anything he sees with the stuff you like on it. (You will have so many key-chains and pins.)
He loves watching you play games.
He’s a great shot in person but in game he’s just so slow. He’s the type of person to slowly pan in one direction before he stops completely to do an action. He just can’t seem to get into games unless they are super simple. (Just give him a farm sim. He needs lots of hand holding.) However the moment you settle down to play he wants to watch. He likes to see how you react and how you play the games. You’ll always have an audience for your games.
P2
He only knows video games.
He knows a few games but nothing super in depth. He likes listening to you talk about video games but everything else is kinda boring. He struggles to understand anime and he finds long running comics annoying. If it's something short and independent he might be interested. (I recommend the comic series Plastic by Doug Wagner.) Will call you a nerd.(Affectionately)
He might have some issues if you collect.
He has some style (based off the inside of Dude’s trailer in brain damage.) He doesn't mind a few shelves of things here and there. However he will quickly grow annoyed if things start taking up what he thinks is too much space. It will lead him to often criticize things you buy. Another statue really? Why did you buy a game, you haven’t even finished the others. Another show? Can’t you get rid of the ones you don’t watch?
He will actively find and point out events relating to things you like.
He’s the person who finds every little event ever. From local to big scale, he likes to encourage you to go. Mostly so you can get all your energy out and talk with other nerds. He views it like you getting a chance to get all your obsession out in one place. He also likes looking at all the artist alley stuff, so he’s more than happy to let you browse everything for as long as you want.
“Hey nerd, tell me about this.” Taps a random poster.
If he ever finds something he thinks is interesting he will look to you for information. Basically point something out and be like ‘whats this?’ It’s the only time he will listen. He uses you like a walking google search for anything he deems nerd related. He also does it to brag that you know a lot.
P3
He will yap non-stop with you.
He’s dabbled in quite a few things so he can at least be on the same playing field as you. Once you start talking he will be there with questions or his own opinions. He likes to talk and what better than to talk to someone who is passionate about something. Every discussion is turned into a long winded thing.
Loves to tease you.
He loves to tease you for your hyper-fixations. Poking fun at how much you know or teasing you when you buy stuff. Very much the type to hide plushes or mix up your displays. He also loves to be like ‘oh look at this anime I found’ and it's just porn. Loves to pretend he doesn't know how to play video games.
Loves to play video games with you.
After he’s done pretending he doesn't know how to play. His favorite way to unwind is to sit down with you and game. Co-op games are what he prefers but he can’t pass up just some good PvP games. He doesn't like to watch games so anytime you boot one up he’s there ready to play too. (If you want to play alone you have to set hard boundaries.)
Will want you to dress up.
The moment he hears comics and anime in a single sentence he’s thinking of all the cosplays you can wear. Even if you don’t cosplay he will highly encourage it. He will buy costumes (Off temu) and present them to you as a fun surprise. Sometimes they are okay, other times it’s something that barely covers you. Of course this is all for his little perverted fantasies. But if you do cosplay seriously you can use him as your stuff holder for conventions.
P4
He spends a lot of time with you as you consume your favorite media.
Watching a new show? He will make time to watch with you. Playing video games? Let him come sit, you can fill him in on all the lore he's missed. Comics? He wants to read with you or read after you so you two can talk. Your interests are now his interest. He’s very impressionable.
He loves going to conventions.
Traveling? Sign him the fuck up. He loves going to conventions all over the country. You both get to see new things and you get to hangout with people who like the same things. He’s all for seeing new places and new towns. So if you're even remotely interested in a convention no matter how small let him know. He will make an entire adventure just going to the convention.
Maybe tone down the collection.
If you like physical stuff you might have to be very selective about what you keep. He encourages more digital collections. A few extra hard drives around the place won’t bug him. If you’re the type of person to buy a lot of merch no matter how small it irritates him. The trailer just doesn't have room for a lot of stuff. Traveling around is also a factor as things get knocked around on the road. Anything not bolted down will end up being damaged. He doesn't want you to get upset over what will inevitably happen.
Cosplay confuses him.
Even with the amount of conventions you two go to he finds cosplay strange. It seems like a big waste of effort just to wear an outfit for a day or two. Cosplay contests make sense but everything else seems redundant. Too much money for something to be displayed so little. If you're into cosplay he will be even more confused by the process. Expect a few rude comments from him due to his ignorance.
A/N: First COD fiction, please be nice to me. Fic under a readmore to spare y'alls dashes. And the ending is shitty, sorry, I don't know how to end chapters.
Today would be the day that Wolfgang, an independent military contractor, would be working with the 141 for the foreseeable future on whatever mission they needed an independent contractor for. She straightened her own uniform out, made sure that everything was in place, even her curly, short reddish brown hair, as first impressions were massively important. Her large, ocean colored eyes scanned the surroundings, as she had been constantly trained to do upon walking into new areas, her skin was fair and freckled. She smiled from time to time, but it was rarer to see her smile while she worked. She walked up to the meeting room, having already met Price before and talked to him about who she would be working with. She nodded to Price, staying silent.
As Wolfgang scanned the room, her ocean colored eyes landed first on the one called Hellfire, whose emerald green eyes stared back at her with an unreadable intensity that almost made Wolfgang's hackles raise and who also stood at the same height as Wolfgang. Hellfire’s eyes were just about the only thing that could be seen, as the rest of her body and face were obscured by tac gear and her balaclava, as well as her eyeblack. Hellfire's balaclava was fire themed, hence her callsign, a design she knew she would have a lot of fun depicting if she tried to draw Hellfire. Then, her eyes landed on the tall, living shadow in the corner. Ghost, they called him. He looked like one. He was in all black and his balaclava was skull themed, a design that she knew would take up all of her black pencils if she tried to draw him. He was also a fucking GIANT. Wolfgang was silent. Then the other two men on the team entered the room, a man who looks like he'd take up more of her lighter dark colors if she wanted to capture him accurately. Gaz, she thinks his callsign is. The contrast to the white walls was something that she noticed instantly, her artistic heart loved the contrast. Then the last man to enter caught her eye, and it caused her to pause. He has a Mohawk, he had a faded tattoo on his arm, one that she couldn't see, and he looked like someone who was a little bombastic. His eyes had her attention, however. Such a brilliant icy blue color. And the man attached to the eyes wasn't hard on the eyes either.
Her attention snapped back to Price as he began speaking, “Right, then. Gentlemen, this is Wolfgang. She's an independent contractor that's gonna be working with us for this mission.” Wolfgang made a small polite nod at everyone in the room, trying not to be too terribly awkward. She felt her eyes drift towards the one with those striking blue eyes, Soap, she believed his call sign was. Price then cleared his throat, and said, “Soap. Behave.” Wolfgang, confused, looked up and saw Soap grinning at her like he knew her. It made her heart flutter a bit in her chest because, god DAMN, that grin? That was trouble with a capital T. She shifted her weight a bit, looking anywhere but at Soap. Wolfgang was trying to pay attention to what was being said, only to flush furiously when she heard and saw Hellfire mutter to Ghost, “Soap's almost as bad about flirting with birds in public as I am about flirting with you in private, Si.”
Wolfgang perked up and focused hard on Hellfire and Ghost, rather than focusing on Soap and failing that social interaction and driving Soap away with her being weird. Thank God for convenient distractions. From what she had just heard, both Lieutenants were in some form of romantic relationship, but to what degree were the two together? Wolfgang caught sight of a slight raised area around the ring fingers on their hands through the gloves, and caught the edge of seeming matching tattoos on their wrists, leading her to think either fiances, or married with a dog, as she saw dog fur on their tac gear. She silently filed that away for later in her massive mental filing cabinet. Sometimes, Wolfgang thought, her attention to detail could save her from embarrassment.
Some recruit that Wolfgang couldn't recall the name of showed Wolfgang to her quarters on base. She puts what little possessions she has into their designated places collapsing onto the bed.
Wolfgang jolts awake, a small pool of saliva under her face from where she'd been drooling on her sleep. She looked over at the clock. Shit. Had it really been three hours? Good thing she wasn't needed at that time. Those three hours had been crucial for her functionality. After all, she was only here after a flight that was way too long, and much too filled with screaming children, had far too much turbulence and had crashed more than actually landed. Her back had been screaming when she got off the plane. She hadn't slept at all during that flight. She scrambled up, straightened herself up again, and tripped over herself on the way out of her quarters, heading towards what she thought was the mess Hall.
Lucky for Wolfgang, she was correct on where the mess hall was. The food was cheap, which was a positive, but… It was horrible. She had only taken one bite and she was hit by how bland and tasteless the food was. She forced herself to continue to eat. Even by her standards this was bad, and she liked cheese pizza and plain Mac and cheese! This probably didn't even constitute as food to the outside world. She finished the rations, then swore she was NEVER eating at the mess hall ever again. Or eat the food served in the mess Hall. She sat for a bit, drinking some coffee that she had snagged in the line, allowing her body to digest whatever that stuff that the army called food was. She stood up, remembering that she had to head to the training area at around this time. Something about the team wanting to know what Wolfgang was capable of.
As Wolfgang struggles to remember where exactly the gym area or workout area even is, Gaz came running up. "There you are! Cap was getting worried you'd run off or gotten lost!" Wolfgang sighed and spoke, her voice dripping with annoyance directed at herself, "I was lost. Found the mess hall, then couldn't remember where the workout area was." Gaz grinned, then chuckles, "Thank God Price sent me to find you then, eh? Come on, this way." She followed Gaz until they got to the workout area, scanning everything in the room, Ghost and Soap already on the mat, sparring. She strayed too close to the mat and almost got hit by Ghost as he was throwing a punch at Soap. She caught Ghost's fist, already proving she had wicked fast reflexes. Ghost stopped, then said, "Easy, love. Know you're eager to get started, but that's no way to join in. Step back from the mat."
Wolfgang immediately took a step back from the mat, swiftly apologizing for getting in the way. She started inspecting the equipment that the 141 had to work with. It was state-of-the-art and top of the line. Made sense given their seemingly superstar status in task forces. Price finally cleared his throat and called out, "Lads." He made a gesture indicating for the men to gather around and listen up. Price continued, "You've met Wolfgang. And I've decided that you lot will spar with her in order to get a feel for what she's got in terms of combat. First up is Gaz, then Ghost, and so on." Wolfgang walked over to the mat and got ready to start.
The one-on-one sparring matches all ended the same way, with one of the men pinned underneath Wolfgang as she held them down until they tapped out. Soap actually gave her a bit of trouble, but the sparring match ended the same way as the others, with Soap pinned underneath her, Soap grinning in that way that made her stomach flutter. She released Soap and stood up, giving him enough space to stand up. As soon as Soap stood up, the rest of the team started attacking. Wolfgang froze, then turned the tables, attacking their weak points, struggling with each man's individual fighting style and how each man fought due to their size and body size. Price eventually barks out, "Stop!" as Wolfgang showed signs of exhaustion and panic. All the men instantly stopped, and Price then said, "Good work men. Saw what I needed to see." Wolfgang whirled on Price and snapped, "You planned this?!"
Wolfgang snarled, "You read my file and thought that this was a good idea?! You really want to risk the lives of your men in order to test my field readiness?!" Price then said, "I needed to see if you were a liability on the field. Congratulations. You aren't." Wolfgang stood down, but her displeasure did not dissipate. Price then dismissed everyone, leaving Wolfgang to go find the showers. She found them, and took what she thought was the shortest shower known to man, then, having dried herself off and dried herself off, she then wandered off to somewhat explore the base, as it would be her home for the foreseeable future. Soap, having a knack for showing up unpredictably, popped up next to her, risking getting his ass kicked by Wolfgang, and asked, "How's it gaun, Bonnie?"
Wolfgang almost jumped out of her skin, then said, "I was fine until you tried to make me go into cardiac arrest!" Soap grinned wolfishly, then chuckled, "Aye, my bad, bon." Wolfgang glared at him, but welcomed his company nonetheless. She listened as Soap told her some stuff about his life as they walked, then they walked into an area that was less used by anyone on base. They turned a corner and almost ran into Ghost and Hellfire making out. Wolfgang froze for a minute, then she squeaked out, "I'mverysorrydidn'tseeyouthereI'llbegoingnow!" And she fled, Soap following close behind her. He finally said after a few minutes, unable to resist to tease a girl, even if said girl could kick his ass and was on his team, "… Tha' could be us, Bon." Wolfgang's voice went up about three octaves, her face turned about six shades of red, and her voice cracked horrendously as she said, "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN, THAT COULD BE US?!"" Soap cackled, then said, "Ah'm soorry, hen, couldnae resist messin' wit' ye!" Wolfgang muttered unintelligibly under her breath, causing Soap to laugh again. "Why does he have to be so damn pretty?" Wolfgang thought to herself.
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It was a PlayStation game called Harvest Moon. I can't remember what it was about. But it was my first console video game. My first PC video game was a Windows game called Purble Place.