trying on a metaphor
blake kathryn
DEAR READER
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Three Goblin Art
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if i look back, i am lost
@theartofmadeline
todays bird
noise dept.
wallacepolsom
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
#extradirty
shark vs the universe
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Janaina Medeiros
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
taylor price
almost home
Xuebing Du
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@sandwhitched
Simon feels like the kinda man who doesn’t really ask what Johnny wants for Christmas, due to the fact he has a mental file on everything the Scott has said he wanted, liked, or vaguely mentioned having interest in.
Meanwhile Johnny is in complete shambles trying to figure out what to get his dear husband because he had the memory or a goldfish when it comes to these types of things- and had to much pride to ask Simon and wants to keep it a surprise.
Idk what to do, tell me what the masses want
More immoral reader
More monster 141
More hybrid stuff
Other 141 characters
Something else entirely
NO NO NO NO NO I SWAER I WAS JUST TRYING TO LOOK AT THERE COOL ART I DIDN’T KNOW THEY SHIPPED THE SIBLING WTF
Monster!reader who joins Monster 141, and looks- normal?
Not trying to be rude or anything, but you look- way to human to be a monster. The most human looking monster Soap has seen was Gaz- and even then he still had a few extra eyes on him.
You had a normal diet compared to Ghost who could eat loads of meat with the bones still in, normal sleeping habits compared to Price who could go days without sleep and still function well, no extra limbs like Soap had with an extra pare of arms- just, normal.
Soap tried to pry, how did you manage to get into a team full of monsters like them? Maybe you just were- half monster? You could keep up with Gaz on runs that could last for hours, lift almost as much as Ghost, and see almost as far as Soap could.
Maybe you had some monster abilities, just not the looks. That’s what Soap had been telling himself that for a while, since you would always slightly deflect on the matter.
Wasn’t until Soap had woken up at the most ungodly hours in the morning on there day off, walking into the rec room to just eat what ever he could find since he couldn’t sleep anymore.
That’s when he saw you, your face split the fuck open like a demogorgon from that one shit tv show, teeth lining the hole he could only assume was your mouth- hell he couldn’t even see where your eyes where supposed to be.
He watched you down a bloody rat probably the size of his head like it was nothing. It was- terrifying and shocking and kinda hot. When you see him, your face zipped back up like the prices fit so perfectly.
“Um, mornin?”
Soap doesn’t even say anything back, leaving without a second thought which makes you think he finds way to horrifying.
Truth was he didn’t want you seeing the new boner he had.
Immortal!Reader: *sighs* I have that hamster urge again…
Soap: and that would be..?
Immortal!Reader: to die suddenly and violently
Soap: you can’t even fucking do that. Like- literally
Immortal!Reader: but one could dream :(
Cuddlefish!reader who instead of “inking themselves” like many people would assume would happen when you get scared or threatened-
You just throw up. Like, everywhere- and, a lot.
Contrary to popular believe, no, ink does NOT come out of you like piss- that’s not how it works.
So when a stupid enough recruit tried to scare you (just to see if the rumors where true), instead of getting a scream and seeing black ink puddle to the floor-
They got a face full of ink, like, all over there face and chest.
Now no one tries to scare you- because they don’t want that bio hazard all over them, and because ink is a pain in the ass to get out.
Soap likes to use this for a little evil however, just scares juts enough that you don’t violently throw up on him, but enough where you need to excuse yourself to go spit something out.
Immortal!reader who was so anxious about the team finding out about there secret. Who’s been walking on eggshells and mentally panicking in there mind about who they will deal with it.
Little do you know- the team already knew. They went stupid. Far from it.
Price was a smart man, after the little- innocent, with you wrist deep in your chest, he did some personal digging. Your file was a lie, obviously. It took him a while, but he found things about you.
Even if it did take a while- you’re very thorough. Pictures of you dating back years after you should be dead, many fake names and ids, aliases and homes.
He had Ghost keep an eye on you, it was hard, years of invading people, surveillance, and what ever the hell, had payed off. But Ghost was also good.
Small thing: like you never ate. You ate small snacks, sure, but he never really saw you eat proper meals- you should be looking malnourished by the way you ate.
You also fell off the roof once- head first. It was late and you didn’t have the right footing- you should have been dead.
Then that op. Where he saw you take a bullet to the head and gut- you should have died from blood lost- scratch that you should have died from getting shot in the head.
Nevertheless- you never did any harm to them. You protected Ghost, once pushed Gaz out of the way from walking on a loose bored and falling 14 feet down- you managed to lie your way out of that somehow.
Soap had once seen you lose so much blood he thought he watched you die- thought it was some kind of miracle that you survived.
It’s safe to say- they knew.
They didn’t know what you were or really cared for that matter. You did your job well, even if you’re not the closest to anyone there. They’ve been trying to keep an eye on you though, Price finding out you like to run and all.
They’ll figure something out.
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You had a family before- at least from what you can remember. Maybe a mother? Maybe, it’s hard to recall.
You would hear people talk about how cool it would be to live forever, how they could do so many things. You never understood it.
Before, when you were younger, you thought it was a dream. To be able to surpass time itself, to watch the new world grow in ways no one else could.
But then she died. And you sat at her gave, watching as time passed by and her headstone chipped away. Soon you forgot her name, forgotten her voice. Wasn’t long before people forgot her name entirely.
You couldn’t make friends, could never stay in one place. The people you did try to hold onto withered away like grains of sand between your fingers.
The best way to do anything, was to alway move. Move one from people, move from place to place, never stick to one thing.
You were used to it, leave that is. You’ve been doing it for hundreds if not thousands of years, to people you’ve been more connected to then- them.
You layed on your bunk, the wounds on your stomach already healed over- same for the one in your head. It worried you, for having people to find out about you. You alwasy assumed the worst if the wrong people knew what you could do.
So then why did you save him? You were already dazed and in a tremendous amount of pain as you leaned against Ghost back to the heli. You stopped bullets from hitting him- whether you intentionally did that or not, you don’t quite know.
You don’t want to get attached. You know the pain of getting attached and then watching them disappear. Watching their lives end while yours continues.
Why do you help them? Why save them?
Why?
Uh, part two??? of immortal reader, should I make this a small series? Idk, might
Immortal!reader who now has a teny tiny, small dilemma. The dilemma being that your captain now knew about your “ability”.
This has happened before, people saying they feel like they’ve seen you before- they have you just say your someone else. Had people see you do something dangerous and said that should have killed you.
That’s why you move, that’s why you never stay in one place. Cut and dyed and bleached your hair numerous times, going by several new names and backgrounds.
This? You couldn’t run from this. Couldn’t lie your way out of it, so you did what you did best. Avoid. You avoided Price at all costs. People noticed- of course people noticed, though they knew so little about you they just assumed you were just being you.
Price hasn’t said anything- at least to your knowledge. You hopped he thought it was all a dream, or he saw wrong. It was dark in your room at the time.
Either way, you still knew one thing: you had to leave. Maybe live in the forest for the next century or two just to make sure.
You’d fake your death, you’ve done it before so it wouldn’t be hard. Next mission you’d mangle an enemy’s face, place your gear on them and light the building up. Simple, effective.
You tried to stick to the plan, tried to keep your distance until the next op- you didn’t mind. You give this life a try, it just didn’t turn out the way you wanted to.
The plane was almost successful, you had purposely separated from the team, made it so your comms were damaged. Now all you had to do was find some poor bloke to take your place and light this bitch up.
The place was already going down, some rogue explosives or something like that. It should have been easy, should have been the last thing. Somehow you ended up here.
Coughing up blood, packing whatever cloth you had into the bullet hole in your stomach. You head was killing you, blood seeping from the wound going through your skull and brain.
One thing you learned a long time ago was that even though you can’t die, that doesn’t mean you still can’t feel pain.
Ghost saw everything, he had found you a while ago- yet stood where he was as he watched you take a bullet to the head and getting impaled in the stomach, killing the guy a moment later like nothing was wrong with you.
He came back in, trying to take you back to the pick up spot since things had gone sideways. He didn’t bring it up- yet You knew, you were sloppy and impatient even.
Now you were trying not to bleed everywhere, keeping your helmet on the whole way through to keep whatever secrets under wraps. Now you had two witnesses.
Shit.
Immortal!reader who joined the military for the hell of it. They had seen empires rise to glory, and fall to ash in the spans of a few centuries. Powerful army’s level mountains- yet still managed to crumble themselves.
It would be somewhat of a shame to not join one for a while, just to see what it was like. So you did, just to pass the time is what you told yourself.
For a while, you tried to lay low, be like the other newbies, blend in seamlessly. But, because you’ve been around for so long you knew to much. Seen to much. Could do to much.
You climbed ranks fast, wants long before your talents got you into the 141. Why? That beats you. How? Also no clue. Maybe being old did come with perks- and yet you’re still gonna complain.
The people there were- nice enough. They did there job well, communicated well over coms and what not. You did your best to stay at arms length. You found out a long time ago to never get attached.
You still were friendly, said the right thing when needed, responded accordingly, acted like someone who belonged there. You thought you made it seem like you for right in.
Though- the others would say something else. Price was- somewhat hesitant to put you on the team, but he didn’t have full control over that say.
He saw your file, saw how bland it was. Nothing redacted, nothing suspicious, nothing out of the ordinary. Way too normal for his standards. He had watched you train, you didn’t train like a new recruit on the team.
Sure you had been in the military for a while, but you spared like you had fought like you had years under your belt already. Small things, how your stance was, how you knew what your opponent would do next.
Soap and Gaz tried to get to know you, tried to get your tuff shell to crack. But you always kept them at a distance, never fully opened up. You were way to good as changing the subject, avoiding confrontations like the plague.
You made them- slightly uneasy in battle. On missions you were ruthless. They Ghost was scary, you were somehow- worse. Ghost was big, scary, hard to read. He killed with precision, he burred what he did deep down to forget.
You? You killed like it didn’t matter. Like you were just wanted to get over with. You were skilled, sure,but something was- off about you.
Price didn’t know what he was expecting to find out, maybe that you where a masochist, or something wasn’t right in your head- what he wasn’t expecting was to find you wrist deep in your chest.
Digging out a rogue bullet you had caught earlier and didn’t want to say anything because YOU SHOUDL BE DEAD.
Well shit.
I’ve been required to do more Silly’s ™️
Harp Seal!reader gets to hot to fast, who’s constantly sitting in front of a fan or are conditioned place.
Yours constantly dying on missions where it’s warmer, wearing through your uniform and gear.
On the op’s that ARNT actively melting you, your thriving. As much as you try not to show it, you prefer the cold.
Most people looking at you would assume you a little slower then everyone else, your a little softer around the edges, plenty to keep heat in.
Though what they don’t know is how fast you can swim. You help with the more aquatic op’s, slick, fast, practically non existent in the water.
And you alwasy take the fattest naps afterwards as well, and unfortunately Gaz is alwasy the victim of said naps. Gaz is strong, has plenty of muscles like everyone else- but for some unknown reason, you like to sleep right on top of him and make him immobile.
He swears you get heavy when your sleeping, liek somehow you magically got more dense in the spans of the 5 minutes it took you to fall asleep.
Sure you’ve done it to Soap a few times, but without fail it’s always Gaz. Little does he know you do it because he’s cold.
The he man barely contains his body heat, like it just seeps out of him- which is perfect for your naps.
Despite Gazes protest, he doesn’t mind. Your warm, like your the thing keeping the heat in. Do despite the fact he’s been needing to piss for the last 10 minutes and his arm is effectively dead, he’ll let you nap a few extra minutes.
Oh the things I could do if I was able to write smut… I’d be unstoppable
half of the COD discourse on tumblr is,
"i don't like this."
and then you ask them, okay, have i inadvertently leaned into a cultural stereotype that i was unaware of or have i handled this subject insensitively because i'll delete it and apologise for my ignorance
and they go "no, you wrote about my sad little meow meow in a way that doesn't reflect well against the picture perfect ideal i have in my head and now i think you should die :["
and the character is a white guy who's a war criminal and tortures people
that or
"this character is straight and you wrote him as gay and that ruins the fantasy i have of sloppy sex with him where he has a breeding kink and calls me princess because i'm 4'3 and could be blown away by a gust of wind"
Medic possum!reader who’s also kinda anxious all the time. And it doesn’t help when everyone else on the team is ridiculously quite when the walk.
Like one time when it was late at night, the base was quiet, the sounds of the lights buzzing overhead as they gave off a soft orange hue to the medical wing.
You were packing away some extra gauze in the spare supplies closet, and when you turned around and say a massive still figure smack dap in front of you- well, you hit the floor pretty hard.
Poor Soap just wanted to take a walk around the place, he couldn’t sleep so he thought maybe a walk around the place would help. Didn’t think he’d be standing over your stiff body, thinking he literally scared you to death.
Or that time when you where in the rec room and some loud sound sets off, one of the demolitions on the other side of the place had accidentally gone off, sending off a massive explosion sound- and inevitably the fire alarm.
You dropped your coffee mug, glass shattering on the ground as you drop. Everyone was starting to see if the place was ok, if everyone was accounted for. Wasn’t until an hour later when Gaz was doing a sweep of the rec room when he spotted you.
You were stiff, eyes glazed over, your mouth slightly open and stuck there. You smelled rancid, like rot a decay, like you where left there for days in on end. Didn’t help that the mug you dropped was full of juice- red juice.
Safe to say he assumed the worse. He had started CPR without a second thought, but after a few pushes on your chest he went to go blow air in your mouth-
He almost shrieked when you flew flying upwards to sit up right, taking in a massive breath of air in. If Gaz wasn’t the trained Sergeant he was, he would have fainted right then and there.
Ghost was the worse of them all. He didn’t speak when he moved, didn’t make a sound when he walked- so there were multiple incidents of him making you drop “dead”.
After a while price had to start a meeting on how not to kill the head of the infirmary staff. They all now carried a little bell around there waists, the soft jingle alerting you of there presence.
You, a new recruit: so, what’s your favorite color?
Price, who’s just trying to do work: I don’t do small talk.
You: oh ok well- um, deep down do you think that there is a different path you could have gone down that would have had a better impact on your psyche then compared to now?
Price: ….
You: ….?
Price: green…
You: oh that’s a good color! I personally like blue
Herding dog!reader who had join the team due to the fact the last few missions had- well, gone south a little to fast. No one ever got to the pick up zone in time- not their own fault, just to many variables being added in and having to make sure they, well, don’t die.
So you were brought in to help with that, once the pick up was in route, you went out to get everybody there- whether by force or not. Like when Soap had gotten separated and somewhat refused to get going just due to the fact he was “on a roll”, you dipped you head, and just hard stared at him.
Just stood there, big ol eyes glued to him, not moving even with him fire flying past you. Was safe to say Soap followed quick after that.
That was the whole thing, if someone was unable to get to the pick up zone in time due to whatever the case was, you’d go sniff em out, then stare at them for long enough till they eventually come with you- which never takes long.
However, no one was informed that you’d also be doing this on base. Like the time you gave Gaz the herd stare, just to have him give up his chips. Or Soap when he sat on your side of the couch in the rec room and wanted him to move.
Though Price and Ghost are really affected by this. You’re only able to do this to price a handful of time, usually when he’s so tired that he just gives in- but only when the thing you want is reasonable. Ghost- well it just doesn’t work on Ghost.
Every time you do try it on him, he stares back at you with even more intensity. And he wins that starring contest.
