I don't really feel like writing or drawing in this particular fandom anymore? I made sketches and thought that I'd do them --eventually. And just didn't. Deleted a lot of posts.
Simon Riley eats cereal with water. Milk makes it too sweet. Likes the rainbow ones because they definitely taste different. (They aren't.)
Price's hobby is football. Relatives came just to watch the telly. (Hehe funny word.) Only time of his life that his parents got along. Maybe that's why he likes his job so much. Uniform and purpose.
Johnny wears kilts on occasion. The team raised some brows. But-- to each their own. Gotta show off his legs every now and... at the gym. His phone is about 70% mirror selfies. Camera for calves.
Garrick reads comics. Superhero ones mainly, but indulges in other genres. I could totally see him liking cultivation or other power fantasy ones.
Below is just about what I've been up to.
(;゜∀゜) Hehe.
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I like cereal with milk. My favorite are rice krispies...... I haven't tried it with water---
Anyway!!! Sorry, I've been inactive.
Not sure what to write about. My inspiration is falling short. Lotta life stuff making me feel weird- ---to say it lightly. (>_<;) Don’t wanna get all vent-y again.
I am getting active on my ALT's IG. Though I might be back here (with the art requests) in like a month or so. Bit burnt. I dislike using a reference that is human. =3=
Hope y'all have a good day or night.
And if you haven't- --- try to think of at least one good thing that happened today.
It can be gloomy, but even with a lot of clouds : it's still nice out!
I feel awful! (@_@) Soooo— let’s make fictional men worse!!!
Content Warnings : Manipulative!141 x Reader (Separately + Poly) - whiplash, cheating all that… , very punchable, mentioned sex (not detailed)
Price who has a partner in theory. Sleeps in the same bed and married. That’s all it was. —When Reader finally tries to bring up divorce, he does a 180. Flowers, dates, soft touches. That too, was part of the job. John was following one of their prime targets in those weeks. After? Back to the familiar distance. Reader would be chase the high of being cherished like that.
Gaz hates labels. It’s just not his thing, y’know. Buys things that remind him of you on deployment. Often flakes on -one on one dates, but would be the first to join a group hangout. It’s really confusing when he hugs and whispers in Reader’s ears— that he loves them.
Soap who straight up hooks up with other people in a committed relationship. Always has an alibi. (Ghost, who could give less of a shit.) He says Reader is being dramatic, always the theatrical one. All his friends believe him. Not you. Never you.
Ghost needs Reader at his worst. They comfort him with words and late night messages. Shared secrets. — When he finds a place in 141? All of their time together means nothing. He leaves without a word. Reader wonders if he’s still out there. Not sure if it’s better to know.
Toxic!141 got together because of Reader’s intervention. The 4 had something going on. At first, they (all 5) all were loving equally to one another. It started to become clearer that there were two relationships. Where does that …leave Reader?
Content Warnings : take on eternal life, death, alcoholism, oh yeah - no comfort hehe, one bad word (bastard) but it is in a separate part
Simon gets a couple weeks off deployment. Doesn’t go home, not yet. He has a place to stop by.
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The curtain is drawn. Reader, bed bound with a respirator. “You’re early,” they rasp. He sits, comically large in the average sized chair— donned with a face mask. Mundane and meaningless chatter to pass the time. No one visits anymore. Everyone has their own lives and they’ve said their goodbyes. But, Ghost has the chance to stay with someone until the end. So he does. The staff inform him that the operation will be starting shortly. “I don’t want to lose you.” He says interlinking pinkies.
“I’m sorry, Simon. It hurts every time I breathe.” … “I could—.” “I lived as a human and will die as one.” Ghost takes a sharp breath. They continue, “You aren’t me.”
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[Route 1] : The doors shut and for hours Ghost waited. It felt longer than any mission ever did. His powers cannot make the surgeons work faster or improve medical research. In this moment, he is man.
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He goes home. Reader didn’t make it. A 50% chance. The final gamble. For weeks, Simon nurses himself back up to Ghost with alcohol. When he runs out of bottles, he heads to their room. It doesn’t smell like them, since they didn’t get the chance to leave the palace of white. Simon notices an envelope on the nightstand. When did —? He opens it.
“If you got this letter, I’m dead. Don’t mourn me for long. I knew this was a possibility and you do, too. I wrote a will. You’re my beneficiary, Simon. I want you to have what remains of my bank account. To retire. Or take up a hobby. Whatever you want.”
A choking sob comes out his lungs.
Another one bites the dust.
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WARNING : DUB CON (not sexual)
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[Route 2] : The operation worked. They lay unconscious from medication, alive. For how long? He makes the executive decision to bite them in their sleep. Reader wakes up later, sensing the change. They get up, being strong enough with their newfound power— and slap his face. A powerful one that echos. “You— bastard!” Ghost glares, and then softens looking at them. A wobbling fledgling.
“Come here.” Reader begrudgingly goes to their sire. “You- didn’t listen to me..” “I didn’t,” Ghost says unabashed. He’d rather them hateful and kicking, instead of in the grave, sleeping.
Content Warnings : Angst, Major Character Death, First Person POV, Canon Divergence.
It was the last thing I said to him.
To die. How ironic. It was sarcasm, y’know. You’re not supposed to take it so literal, John. Wasn’t it death do us part? It didn’t have to be so early.
His coworker, CIA, personally came to deliver the news. Clinical— or professional, didn’t matter. I could see the cracks in her facade. Said that there were long term effects of a chemical that didn’t show up until later. She was fortunately unharmed. I told him— so many times, it’s dangerous and he should retire. I guess in a way he is— for good.
The venue was small. Didn’t have many close friends besides his team. Or what was left of it. I heard about some of them. A former policeman and a chipper Scotsman. Didn’t get a chance to meet those, but the two dirty blondes and a few older gentleman pulled up. I wonder if they knew the John I knew.
Some give speeches, solemn. I on the other hand, have nothing left to say. The words I wanted to say will fall on deaf ears.
Content : comedy…(-_-)? Is it funny or scary? Both. Second hand embarrassment.
John Price shaved his beard. A fresh chop because with the amount of missions underway, he has no time for maintenance routines. The sergeants passed him by in the hallway— talking shit. Of course, only being caught when the most incriminating statements spill from the louder one. “MacTavish.” They freeze in place. “Garrick.” …And turn around.
“Good to see you, sir.” Gaz with the casualness of an experienced goodie two shoes. 10/10. Soap doesn’t say anything. You can see it in his eyes— the fear. The acceptance. -1/10.
Captain John Price uses glare! It’s too effective! -100 hp to the opposing side.
Content Warnings : Not so accurate medical or animal knowledge… Ghost / Price + Caretaker!Reader
Seal Hybrid!Ghost
Ghost is a very solitary specimen. He is …rather squishy - which is good, healthy too. But, it’s not very intimidating when he slaps his belly— trying to avoid taking his medication... It may work on another seal or hybrid, but Reader is human. When that fails - which always does - he starts galumphing. Captured, he huffs.
Bull Hybrid!Price
Reader, who is new to dealing with the Captain— is somewhat afraid... So as to not agitate him, they hide med kits because of the color. Just in case. John is already pissed off that he can’t work, let’s not make it worse. When rewrapping his arm, Reader drops and the gauze bandage almost rolls on the floor like toilet paper. Price’s instincts catch it and they both sigh in relief. He says, “I hope you know how to at least do your job.” …Rude.
Animal yap : Galumph is a real verb. (≧∀≦) So cute! — Bulls don’t react to red, but the movement? Also. Today I learned that bullfighting means like actually killing them. :( I THOUGHT THEY JUST WAVED THE FLAG AROUND AND DODGED. To each their own I suppose…
Content Warnings : Stalking (a depiction of it - do no imitate), Not really romantic from Reader’s POV, Breaking + Entering (not that detailed…I think), Not really comforting in the slightest…?, Implied non con (not detailed)
“If you can— could you recall anything? It might help you process it.”
“I can try…”
The first time I saw him, was at the grocery store. Wasn’t a big deal or anything. His covered head was taller than the aisle, so that caught my attention. Something about me— I guess caught his.
The next time, was at my workplace. In hindsight, he- probably followed me. It is quite the distance away. Local coffee shop. His voice wasn’t what I was expecting. That— lowered my guard. By a lot. Asked what I suggested and he went on his way.
Started to become a regular. Weeks turned to months. It was- my fault, really, that I started venting to him. Must’ve given the wrong impression somehow. The conversation turned into flirting. …If that’s what you would call it. Got two drinks and then gave one of them to me. Didn’t have his number on it. Just a drink. I made it, so that was kinda weird. Then it started getting invasive. Pastries— a full bag of them. Not even from the same place. And tipping. Not put into the jar, but into my hand. I —even then, I can’t believe I was so… naive.
After one of my shifts, I was poofed. Took of my shoes and then I heard something from the bedroom.
I don’t have a roommate.
I slipped back out. At the time, I didn’t know it was him. The cops came — slow. It was all a blur, really. He apparently — climbed to the second floor from the first floor balcony. My clothes were all torn up. He-. I don’t even want to think about what he would’ve done if I..-.
Reader sighs.
“But, shouldn’t you already know all this, —
Laswell?”
“Just making sure to get the facts straight.” She turns off the recorder. “I’m glad you came to make a statement. That’s brave of you.” Kate holds my hands.
“Of course— I want justice.” Reader squeezes them back.
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Author’s note : New format! Just for this one though. The route I was thinking of to be “the end” : Laswell uses it as blackmail to form relations with Kortac? Could lead into the missions— like, a carrot on a stick…
And Reader gets a restraining order. For the “Reader” in this one — I think Laswell would either be a relative (that’s why Reader even gets their case pushed up) or someone through connections. But. I dunno how to write all that. ♥︎
Pick someone whoooo you would like to see— as a hybrid. (writing-wise) I have an idea - just dunno who.
Caretaker!Reader / Trainer and Hybrid for a reference point.
Wolf!Soap
Orca…or seal… Aquatic!Ghost
Some kinda bird!gaz
Bull!Price …?
Voting ended onMar 16
Probably going to be SFW, but that is tomorrow me’s decision. ・:*+.\(( °ω° ))/.:+
Edit : ....yo. People reeeally like hybrid. This has so many peeps--???
Edit 2 : A hundred people????? What the-.
Edit 3 : How tf did it get tied???? I guess I’ll write both.
Simon's a big guy. No one really thinks about how he sleeps, since it seems as if he is eternally awake. Not a vampire mind you -- still a mortal. At first, just laying on a crumpled jacket worked fine. Comfort isn't the priority- rest is. Sometimes, he misses being able to. Then, he would start to fix the sad excuse of a pillow in between the crook of his shoulder and head. Again, not bad.
Reader would stay up late-- well, reading. The two would have an arrangement of sorts. Reader using the Lieutenant's sleeping head for a chin rest. And Simon getting someone else's arm numb. Mutualism.
Edit : Ohoho.... I see I see. RIP to the Price peeps - haha. /w\ Maybe I should make a pink version....
...Heh- I still haven't finished any of my drawings. It's....getting there.
.... New poll :3
Lingerie? ("⁰^⁰");
Ghost [Front]
Ghost [Back]
Price [Front]
Price [Back]
Voting ended onMar 11
Yeah--...
-3- Black obv if Ghost wins. Price...I dunno. Red or blue.... green sounds nice too. Bleh. I'll think about it later. Or if anyone suggests. :p
If anyone has suggestions for the design I'm down. ...Fishnet....hmmm. Garter definitely. ... High heels? (ー。ー#)
Also ---only these 2 because I don't like drawing Soap and Gaz has a bunch of requests I'm working on.
... Ok- ya got me. I JUST LIKE THESE TWO WAY MORE. I somehow started other drawings because I don't want to work on the requests yet. Argghhhh. /_\
Speaking of. I do want to draw some other masked guys. Like Nikto and Krueger. Idk anything bout their lore tho. There is also Sergeant Pspsps. Kitttyyyyuh. Sigh. ...
König x Service Dog Hybrid!Reader 🐕🦺 Wait- I didn’t know they had the emoji -- cute !!! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ
Saw a post from @cucusainte … original post. Slight divergence from the art concept!
! Content warnings : Injury mentioned (not that detailed), Wholesome ,,>w<,, — I do have angst if you scroll all the way down , but MOSTLY fine :) !!! Heh.
(Psst. I’m still working on the Ghost drawing, but I’m sick from sleep deprivation. T^T I’ll try to finish it this week?)
König’s first encounter with them was when his kneecap got shattered. Surprisingly not from breaking doors, but falling through two floors of concrete. Yeah- that would do it. Reader switched from on field medic to a temporary physical therapist. They would herd for him to sit down when he put pressure on the leg. Wouldn’t let him get up for a good hour. As he tries to stand back up— puppy eyes.
૮₍。•̀ ﻌ •́。₎ა
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Guess another hour wouldn’t hurt.
Mercenaries take quick glances filing through the hallway, seeing such a hulking figure does that. He’s used to it. A full show of canines teeth and reverberating growls scare them away.
[Time skip] ✌︎('ω'✌︎ )
When was the last time they took a break?
A brush, he holds, rakes the tail on the fur. The clouds cover the expansive sky. Even then, today is a good day. Reader is a puddle of mush, making happy rumbles. And even if their tail is shorter than when it was, the tail whips.
૮⍝• ᴥ •⍝ა
Throughout the years, they’ve been together - thick and thin. Every fire fight, negotiation, and so much more.
He thinks it’s about time— to retire with them.
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It’s a bit too much work for me to write more but here are some side ideas (feel free to continue writing with these!)
1 : Reader is very excitable. They’ve been in the military so long that when they get a chance to indulge - oh they do! Blanket fort and a favorite squeaky.
2 : König thought he would have a quiet retirement, but he forgets that Reader is active. They go on walks, trails, hikes - you name it. Bundle of energy.
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Angst? HEY SO DON’T LOOK FURTHER IF YOU DON’T LIKE BRICKS!!!
CONTENT WARNING : Death!!!
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1 : König only gets to spend about a year before — the lifespan of a hybrid cuts off. It’s what happens when man messes with nature. He makes sure it’s their best time of their life before the light fades. He still keeps their collar around the house with a picture frame of them. Sometimes- he zones out, hoping to see them again.
… He decides to volunteer at a dog shelter— at least, he can still use the leftover kibble.
(If anyone answers : Do you prefer Reader in first person? “I” statements. Might use it more often - coz I’m using it in this one.)
I think my neighbor died. Kinda liked the dude. Helped me move in and everything.
Somehow— the landlord didn’t evict the tenant’s room yet.
Reader’s eye drift down from their balcony and onto the floor level.
…Huh.
Hey —..there he is!
“Riley!”
A balaclava ( Author : I hate that word - I keep misspelling it with the sweet 😔) — covered head turns my way.
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>>>>
“Worm.”
“Ok- no, call me bookworm at least. But, you’re alive.”
“Dead inside, though.” He responds.
“Edgy—, want some leftovers? Where you been?”
He just nods and starts heading up.
…Parry expert.
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Mr. Riley sure is an enigma. Reminds me of an old man…which he is. I saw those wrinkles.
Don’t know much about him though—, never says anything besides “NDA” and “nosy.”
Actually. When he does answer :
He fucks around.
When Reader asks 4 different occasions his job is always different.
…Maybe he has multiple jobs? Doubt it.
Professional clown. That’s my description.
Part-time comedian. He’s not that funny.
Tattoo artist…,—- that one seems more plausible.
And finally— his true favorite—- : Full-time fly.
Not pilot —- he’s telling a joke….
…..-Dear lord, give me peace before I slap him like the annoyance he is.
[ Random Author Tip : If you have lots of flies - see if you can get a bug zapper or lantern. Using pesticides and sprays are bad. Slowly poisons the food chain. ]
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As Reader was lost in thought, a wet and cool sensation went against their ear.
!?
Riley holds an unopened lolly. Where—? Ah. Must’ve been on him earlier.
—……..
The two lounge around Reader’s flat.
“Sooo… you really aren’t going to tell me where you work? You a superhero?”
Gaz if he was in Konni (pretty morally conflicted boy deserves to let loose!) with red vibes,,,
Gaz with star freckles,, Gaz stealing Ghost's mask,,Gaz as a biker 👀 😔 Gaz in air jail for stealing Ghost's mask,, Whichever you'd wish to do! I am always happy to throw ideas >:3
Konni... might not do that one. Only reason is that I don't actually know anything about the game. I think that's just a different group right?
Star freckles. Interesting. I'll see what I can do with that idea.
Ghost's mask might be just a mini comic.
Biker Gaz... That's niiice. ×_× Now I have to draw a bike for the first time haha. What color?