Hello hello, call me Dakota! Welcome to my profile! ✨
I love being creative in nearly every way imaginable. I heard about tumblr like a week ago, decided to jump on the train and now this platform is a gold mine of treasures.
I draw a lot!! I will most likely draw more than anything else I create, I’ve been drawing since I can remember gaining some form of sentient consciousness. I started writing fanfics back in middle school during the pandemic and fell in love with fanfics in general. I obviously need to improve more on my storytelling skills, so I’m open to criticism and techniques on how to write and develop stories!
I’m full of ideas, I just need to learn how to properly flush them out.
I’m currently attending college and crashing out in every whimsical way imaginable. I am majoring Graphic Design and minoring Studio Art, any chance I get I’ll be more than happy to share my creations. (I get excited like a toddler when it comes to showing people my drawings. Teehee~^^✨)
I am always looking for feedback on my designs and art as well in addition to my written stories.
Prompt: You return from a mission injured and the 141 find you.
The mission started as a routine check. Your squad was sent out to survey an abandoned outpost and report back any suspicious activity, but what was meant to be a simple patrol quickly became a bloodbath when you were ambushed shortly after arrival.
One rushed extraction later, you were back on base and begging into your radio for all available medics to meet you at the tarmac. Your main priority was to get help for your squad. Your makeshift patch jobs with the field medkits wouldn't last much longer.
When support came, it was a flurry of movement. You supported each squad member up onto a cot - giving quick, concise explanations to the paramedics about the location and severity of their injuries. You leave out anything about yourself.
The swarm left, not a minute later, leaving you alone on the tarmac. As the adrenaline began to fade, so did your tolerance for pain. A horrible, pulsing ache at your side became known. You let your fingers graze it, just enough to feel for the thickened, dark blood.
Shit. Your vision is already starting to darken at the edges. Nausea curls up your throat from your stomach. You hear your name being called, once quiet and far away, then louder as they get closer.
"I'm fine," you try to say, but the ground tilts when you take a step, your boots slipping on loose gravel.
A hand catches your elbow, grip like iron. "Bullshit," Gaz growls, hand instantly finding its place at your side where the source of thick sludge-like blood leaks out. "Why didn't you go with the others?"
You blink, trying to focus on his face, but his features blurred. "It's nothing," you slur, "Just- help them. Please."
Someone is behind you, broad chest pressed against your back. You let your head tip onto their shoulder, searching for that expanse of heat as your eyes fall shut and your face turns to the sky in prayer.
"Eyes open, Sergeant." Ghost tells you, fingers tapping at your cheek. His voice was rough, offering no room for arguments.
"Get the shirt off," Price shouts, "We need to stop the bleeding."
Your undersuit is ripped open with a practiced jerk, exposing the jagged tear below your ribs. Sluggish, bubbling blood fills the cut. You don't feel the pain when Gaz's fingers press into the flesh around it, assessing it. That's bad. You know that's bad.
"-losing too much." Someone, Soap, swears violently. The scraps of your shirt are pushed into the cut, shoved so far deep inside it's as if they mean to plug it into the hole itself to stop the bleeding.
Your knees buckle, threatening to send you to the ground. The boys don't let you. Nearby, you can hear Price barking orders into his phone.
You blink up at the sky, trying to keep your eyes open like Ghost asked, but the blue won't stay still. The hands holding you up are your only anchor.
"Hang on, lass." Soap tells you. His jacket has been shrugged off, thrown over your front to obscure your chest. "Stay with us."
Gaz was muttering numbers - blood pressure, pulse, but it all meant nothing. The voices slid away, replaced by static. Your eyelids flutter.
Ghost smacks your cheek again. Once, twice. The sting is distant, a mere pinprick in a sea of painful sensations. "Stay awake, damn it."
You wanted to tell him that you were trying, but your tongue was lead. Gaz's fingers were at your neck. Numbers again. It meant something, you knew they did, but all meaning dissolved like salt in water.
"Talk to me," Soap tries, near desperate.
Price steps into view, phone still at his ear. His lips are moving, probably another order, but it's all muffled to your ears. You reach out, bloodied fingers grazing his jaw. For a moment, you feel warm. Almost safe.
Suddenly, your body is being lifted away. Something sharp pricks your thigh. It makes you panic, even as you struggle to stay conscious. The last thing you see is their anguished expressions before you pass out.
Ghost with demons!
TF 141 with dogs🐶
It's been a while painting full rendered pieces, enjoyed a lot!
Inspired from awesome @yourfaithfulauthor's request.
Simon would fall in love with a special feeling, not with some type of a person. I don't think he has a specific preference like big boobs or blonde hair with blue eyes. I think he falls fornthe feeling of emotional safety.
What Simon Actually Needs
Imo the biggest misconception about Simon is thaz he wants someone exciting, dangerous, who can match his intensity. Someone who works the same molitary lofe he does. I honestly think the opposite.
Simon spends his working hours surrounded by danger, voilence, stress, loss, and the last thing he wants at home is those things. He doesn't want to be completely grey or bald by 40.
At home, he wants peace and someone who makes him lower his walls, not forcing it up higher like work does.
The Kind of Person He Falls For
I think Simon would fall for someone who can be absolutely patient with him. He isn't necessarily difficult, but he needs a longer time tovteust someone new. He needs someone who doesn't demand every piece of him, because he can't give that quickly, and definitely not all of himself. He has things he doesn't want to share, wounds that he will never speak of. He needs someone who can accept this.
It's important to him to know the other one doesn't feel occassional silence as a burden or depressing.
Someone who understands thaz sometimes he needs space, and that "I need time." doesn't mean "I don't care."
Someone warm. Not someone who is overly bubbly and outgoing, because that might overwhelm him on a certain level. Someone emotionally warm, who makes a room feel safer and brighter by being in it.
Someone who remembers simple things, like how he drinks his coffee and nktices when he's tired and quietly gives him a blanket instead of forcing him to speak or to go to sleep; he isn't a child, he knows ehen he needs to close his eyes. Sometimes he just needs a little space in those times.
Someone independent but not distant, and that's a big one. Simon doesn't want someone who entirely depends on him. He's rarely homey, sho that doesn't work out by any means. And he lokes competence and competent people. He likes reliability, nlt emotional distance. He wants a partner, not a dependent, not a roommate with benefits.
What About Another Soldier?
I think Simon can be easily attracted to another soldier by physique and personality. Maybe even would date one is that wouldn't be fraternizing. Buthe would definitely not choose a lther soldier for forever.
Simon already lost many people and I'm sure he's suffering from survivors guilt in an extend. He doesn't need to face the risk of losing someone he loves every day and every night. It would keep him away at night, and he already doesn't sleep enough.
Every deployment would be a torture and full of questions. What if either one of them doesn't make it? He doesn',t need that mental load during missions where he needs to be precise and collected, not thinking about worst case scenarios.
I think he'd constantly find himself wondering: "What if this is the last time I see them?" And eventually that fear would become exhausting for him on a bone-deep level.
Who He Definitely Wouldn't Work With
Someone reckless. Simon doesn't need that in his life. Adventurous is okay but reckless isn't.
Someone who creates problems, ignores danger and makes stupid, irresponsible decisions. Just nl, his blood pressure is high enough. Simon spends enough time keeping people alove and safe at work, don't make.him do that at home too.
Someone who plays games is a hard no. No manipulation, mind games, jealousy games., hot-and-cold behavior or testing him. He doesn't need any of that at home where he should feel safe. His trust is difficult to earn and once broken it rarely recovers completely.
My Personal Ghost Headcanon
The person Simon ends up loving is probably a surprisingly ordinary one. Not boring, just real. A teacher, nurse, librarian, mechanic, veterinarian or a baker.
Someone with an entirely different life from his and reminds him every day that the world contains things other than war. I think normal is what Simon secretly craves. The privilege of a normal life.
The Ultimate Green Flag For Ghost
The moment Simon realizes: "I can come home exhausted, angry, hurt, or quiet... and this person never makes me feel like I have to earn their love." That's the point of no return. Simon spentlst of his life surviving. The person he builds a future with is the one who finally makes him feel like he can stop surviving for a little while and simply live.
Sometimes for fanfics I forget that I can write nearly whatever I want, no matter how cringe it may be.
In that case I randomly had the idea of a Cod mw and Titanfall 2 cross over. The only reason I had that thought was because Cod killed Titanfall 2, and as much as I get sad thinking about it I kinda need the task force to react to pilots and their titans.
Maybe I just need to turn each 141 member into pilots themselves 👁️👁️
I feel like Ghost would have a Northstar titan, Soap would have a Scorch titan, Gaz would have either a Ion or Tone titan, and Price would definitely have a Monarch titan.
I will never get a house. I wont ever get a house because I wont ever be able to afford one! It’s just reality.
Why do so many jobs require college, I’m just gonna go into crippling debt for the rest of my life for the mere chance of getting an okay job? A job that I’ll never get the chance to retire from because I’ll still be paying for college.
I’ve spent my whole life believing that I NEED college to get a good job and bring in a good income. But now that I’m at that door, being 144k dollars in debt for FOUR years of college and only being in my early twenties. No one can afford that shit. Not everyone is swimming in money. I never got a college savings account. Now I’m stuck in place unsure of what the hell I’m supposed to do.
Why does college have to be so predatory towards young adults. Why does the job force have to be so picky over candidates. What is college supposed to prove anymore? Something needs to change. And it needs to change fast. Because a large part of me is very unwilling to go in that much debt over a four year college degree.
Because right now, I don’t even want a miracle to go to school. I wan’t easier access for EVERYONE to go to school.
“Price tags shouldn’t be a worry when considering colleges.” it really is. Maybe I’m thinking too much about my future but I’ve watched peoples lives crumble because of debt. No one in debt is happy.
can you actually drop some ghost fics recs that are sfw?? it’s like impossible to find these days
Yeah sure!
My favourite accounts for sfw is @countrycritter i LOVE their works. They do say that they are mdni on their posts marked as mature though.
@pythonmoth has some more angst options for simon riley fics and imo a more in depth take on his character .. (teach me how to love you was very good)
@harbours-lighthouse has some adorable ghost fics which are sfw absolutely love them to bits, masterlist is here
@harbours-recs (the sideblog) is all sfw recs! heres their rec list for jan+feb march april
@mxxnechos also has very cute simon fics here
@/ohclaire has both nsfw (which is mdni) and sfw but it’s clearly labelled so dw! Their masterlist is here
@/oaksgrove is also sfw as far as im aware, a moot told me they really love their work but i havent personally read a lot of them (got busy and totally forgot) Anyway their masterlist is here
@/wishful-thinking-is-dumb has some platonic/romantic yandere content which actually inspired me for the beta fic hehe this is their masterlist here
@python333 is literally the reason i even started writing ghost fics, all their works are amazing. they have tumblr + ao3
Now for individual recs:
Ao3:
Dont be so vein-- its just a little poke by deadlystar
Hush by kivino
Good Girl by Lenna Danvers
The 4 times you fell asleep on Ghost and the one time fell asleep on you by Parkamy13
the little things by halfmothhalfman
below zero by python333
bedbound by python333
Tumblr
Gentlemen!141 by mariecup
Faultlines by mirrormauve
Retired!Simon Riley x Mermaid Reader by kira-writes-stuff
Ghost w chronic pain x demihuman! reader (mdni but fluff) by sonofamushroom
Wholesome!Ghost who is the biggest closet supporter of animal rights by unseaworthy
Ghost helping you hide from someone (drabble) by callsignsnakebite
Ghost jumpscaring his teammates by ohclaire
tf141 x male reader on vacation by corpse-groom
hybrid!reader sent to help another team
simon x touch starved! reader by raiwritesfanfics
Feel free to share your own works in the comments or your favs!!
John wasn't stupid, it wasn't hard to tell your strange schedule had been caused by your sleep patterns or rather a lack thereof. Plus, if the bags under your eyes were enough to go off of and the constant yawns hidden between conversations.. you desperately needed some sleep.
He didn't know when it started exactly, or when he even started trying to help you. All he remembers is that one day he brewed an extra cup, delivered in to you before bed and by morning he had to come and wake you up personally from your deep slumber. And that worked for a while, enough that he gave you a box of the tea he used since you were convinced you had been bothering him this entire time.
Until it wasnt enough and he found you wandering around base past midnight, welding mask still on, and a heavy weight on your shoulders. He steered you back to your room, made sure you changed into some comfortable clothes, and ordered you to go to bed… just to find you sleepy by the next morning.
You got your work done to be fair, worked extra hard despite your constant yawns to get each and every new prototype out. But.. it didn't help that your sleep problems were caused by that too. He couldnt even count anymore how many times he found you up working on some new idea, muttering to yourself up until you fall asleep head flat on your desk. Not to mention the energy drinks you keep managing to hide between your tools. He had to draw his line when you walked into the rec room looking for your gloves.. hands covered in plasters and bandages.
“I know you’re tired because you’ve never slipped up this much.” He says, voice a little too firm for your liking but when you look at Kyle for help he quickly looks away, suddenly interested in the remote control.
“I accidentally brushed against a tool, it’s just some light burns I promise.” You try to argue, tucking your injured hands into the gloves you thankfully spotted on the back of the couch.
“You think i believe that?” He scoffs, crossing his arms firmly over his chest, as he narrows his eyes at you. “If you don't sleep properly in the next few days, i’m locking the door to your lab.”
You blink, and then smile a little, sure he must be joking. “I mean, i’ll try but you know i need to work.”
He doesnt even twitch, and you turn your head again, making eye contact with Soap whose also been no help until now when he grimaces. He’s not joking then.
“Alright- okay! I promise i’ll get some good sleep.”
You get banned not even after two days when he finds you sluggishly trying to weld at four am. A lock is soon secured on the doors to your lab and even your poor snack stash is left inside with it. Even when you plead with him, he just shrugs his shoulders. “Just fix your schedule and you can go back in.”
It didn't help that you were still a little terrified of him, and the team in general. You were close to Gaz, that much was obvious, but you seemed lost in your head a lot of the time compared to the soldiers. So you hadn't complained more than that, and he heard from Kyle that you had been making a conscious effort to try and get proper sleep, even visiting the infirmary. Still, it’d been a week since and if anything you look even more tired than before.
“What are you doing?” Kyle stops you on your third lap around base, the sun set and soon the clock will strike closer to midnight. John had sent him after you since you seemed far more comfortable around him than the rest of them. You swallow nervously, looking around but no one is here to save you now.
“I- i’m trying! I swear i am, i just..” You fiddle with the edge of your gloves, shoulders jumping at a closed door a corridor down. “I cant do it.. please I dont want to be kicked me from the team.” The look on your face is of pure misery and you step closer to let your head hang low,
“Kick you from the team? Who told you that?”
“Um.. Lieutenant Ghost did.”
Kyle mentally makes a note to tell off Ghost for scaring you of all people, even if he suppose it probably was a good way to make you take your health seriously. Until.. it got to the point you stressed too much over it
“No one’s getting kicked from the team for a lack of sleep.” He sighs before he pats your back, forcing you to start walking alongside him all the way towards the rec room. You’ve been avoiding it recently, mainly because you probably think John will catch you not sleeping. He just wants to see you taking care of yourself, that's all. “Stay here until you feel tired, okay? I’ll help you tomorrow.”
—
Contrary to his reassurance, the anxiety only eats at you more. There was nothing to fill your hands in the lab nor anything to distract you from the possibility of disappointing him. You were still beating yourself up about it when he stops by your room, knocking on the door.
Both Price and Kyle stand on the other side, to your horror and you immediately freeze up.
“You got some time to spare? We need to go pick up some things, could use the extra hands.” Of course you nod immediately, letting them lead you to his car. It’s cold out but he’s got heated seats which make you let out a soft sigh, staring out the window at how the moon shines above the city.
You’re in the backseat on your own whilst Kyle sits upfront, chatting with the Captain about one thing or the other.
“Oh— Captain, they said the drive might be longer because of a diversion.”
“How long?”
“An hour or two. Then actually packing it in will take a while aswell.”
For some reason that stuck out to you more than usual, even though it really shouldn't. It was kind of boring sitting at the back with nothing to do, even the music was slow and quiet, perfect for the late evening. There wasn't much else to do but stare out that window, and knowing you’d be here for at leadt an hour more. Well…
“I think they’re out.” John nudges Kyle, who is getting tired himself, to look back and check. Surely enough, you had fallen asleep easily against the door, cheek pressing into the seatbelt and body snuggled up.
John takes a turn or two more before finally stopping outside base again, having gone in a circle that only lasted half an hour really.
“Like a light.” Kyle chuckles, sliding out his seat and carefully towards your door. “Easy, i’ve got ya.” He hums, scooping you into his arms as you melt into them, too tired to care.
They had noticed it a month or so ago, when they took you out to analyse some weapons found and you fell asleep in the traffic on the wayback. Not to mention the countless other times over the years, silently dozing off without many knowing.
They take you back to your room, the soft scent of essential oils filling the air that Soap and Ghost had done while you were gone. You settle into the clean pillows, aswell as the hot water bottle tucked beneath the duvets too.
“Not even nine pm.” Johnny mutters, taking his phone out to get a picture else you try and argue against it tomorrow.
“Needs it, poor thing been working themself to the bone.” John hums, pulling the duvet up to your neck, the lamp still dim on your side table. There seemed to be a lot of things keeping you up, namely the dark and the nightmares which breed in it. This way, you’d be safe from all of that.
Your eyes twitch, and he holds his breath, but you just roll over, pulling the hot water bottle flush against your chest.
He ushers the two sergeants out, clicking the door shut behind him. Hopefully you’d get a much better sleep tonight, and dreams that would leave you smiling tomorrow at the mess. That is his favourite look on you after all.
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idk i think this is a nothing burger but i was fighting to stay awake in the car the other day
He really only comes in to stare at us pretty girls
Well he was my customer today
He OPENLY ADMITTED to saying that he really really liked my coworker, and then proceeded to tell me how hot he thought my manager was
Like he balled his fists up and lifted them up slightly and like “aaaaaa- shes so hottt-!”
And i just STOOD THERE
BAFFLED
EVERY OUNCE AND FIBER OF MY WHOLE BEING WAS RESTRAINING THE URGE TO LAUGH BECAUSE I WAS JUST SO DUMBFOUNDED SO I STARED AT HIM WIDE EYED SMILING LIKE, LIKE THAT EXPRESSION WHERE YOU DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THE HELL THEY JUST SAID SO YOU STAND AND SMILE
He literally looked like this when thirsting over my manager
Edit: im also certain the man who hit me with a ketchup bottle because i forgot his mustard, returned cause he was one of my other tables and he just kinda stared at me with wide ass eyes
Im changing my user and create some new profiles on other platforms
It’ll take a bit but this is for my own comfort lol
I am changing and burying avocadodragon because ive had that user for a long time, and my family (more so my younger brothers) like to promote my public accounts. I was stalked on one occasion, probably still am.. but the goal is to unlink myself and rebirth my own new beginning on my own watch
I just need an account or alt that my family doesn’t know about, i don’t need my parents to breathe down my neck anymore
They’ve done so for a long time and its built up a lot of uncomfortable emotions over time, i need a place to freely express myself without the constant fear of being watched and judged by the people who know me in person, but dont know me personally.
I love my family, but i have a lot of personal reasons for separating my digital life from them
Thinking about Ghost going to an Ulta after his Sergeants’ tease him about the tan lines around his eyes whenever he takes his balaclava off.
He approaches and asks a visibly nervous employee where they keep the sunscreen. She points to an aisle in the back. He nods to her and stalks over there.
He doesn’t know where to begin.
There’s just too many options to choose from. Sunscreen sprays, sticks, gels, lotions, even powder. Does he want a mineral sunscreen or a chemical one? Neutrogena? Vichy? La Roche-Posay?
He knows he needs something strong. 100 SPF is what he’s aiming for. He spends about a good 15 minutes looking over the various sunscreen products available. He looks over the same row about twenty times before he’s interrupted by a bright voice to his left.
“Can I help you find anything?”
Ghost glances over, “What do you recommend?” He points to the sunscreen in front of him.
You turn your attention to the products in front of him.
“Well, this is the one I use,” you grab the one he’d been looking at. “This is a really good brand and it doesn’t leave a white cast.”
Ghost nods, he’s read about that. He doesn’t want to look pastier than he already does.
“I also recommend getting a balm.” You reach for another product. “So it’ll be easier to re-apply.”
You hold out the products to him, a smile on your face.
“Thanks,” he mumbles as he takes them from you. He looks down at them now cradled in his hands.
“Of course,” you tell him. “Anything else I can help you find?”
Ghost looks up at you. He should say no and be on his way. But, he’s already here so he might as well stock up.
“Where can I find the eyeliner?”
is this anything? idk. i think he keeps going to re-stock and you two develop a little friendship.
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