Hey bloodians! it's Bloodmoon here! and welcome to my Tumblr! i might post on here every so often but not a lot. just some updates on my Youtube or maybe a WIP if i feel like it
I'm looking for a 21+ roleplay partner (on discord) to join me in creating an original storyline! I exclusively RP as a male, but I'm open to anyone who wishes to talk! I'm primarily looking at a demonic world Angel x Demon RP, but honestly I'm open to creating something else. I'm looking for a lot of worldbuilding, story driven with room for some smut if you're open to it (if not, no smut is good too!)
A little bit about me;
I'm 24, female but as I stated, I exclusively RP as male. I'm from the UK, so if you're from anywhere in the US or nearby timezones, there's a bit of a time gap. I've been Rping on and off for about 10 years now, but I wouldn't say I'm a 'pro' or anything. I'm open to talking outside of RP, either just to talk or to talk worldbuilding. I like responses that are at least one good paragraph, or two slightly shorter ones. But I'm always happy for more, and understand that not every response actually needs as much detail as others.
Please PM me with some basic details if interested! And if you have any story ideas, I'd love to hear them!
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley
Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kate Laswell, Kate Laswell's Wife, Gary "Roach" Sanderson
Additional Tags: reverse au, Lieutenant John "Soap" MacTavish, Sergeant Simon "Ghost" Riley, Captain Kate Laswell, Selectively Mute Gary "Roach" Sanderson, no beta we die like soap, Not Beta Read, Eventual Smut, maybe? - Freeform, Honestly just writing this as I go, BAMF John "Soap" MacTavish, Feral John "Soap" MacTavish, Eventual Relationships, Soap's Red Team skin, Masked John "Soap" Mactavish, Unmasked Simon "Ghost" Riley, Sort Of, Only masked during missions
Summary:
Glancing behind briefly to Riley, Soap gained a bit of a manic look to his eyes. ”They call you Ghost, aye? Skilled at sneaking aboot?” He asked, without waiting on a response. He knew what he read on Riley’s file. “Am gonna clear the buildin’, an’ yer ta stick tae the shadows, watchin’ ma six. Understood?”” He could see the confusion in Simon’s eyes. He knew this wasn’t protocol. If he was a more ‘by the book’ Lieutenant, then he’d have Simon directly behind him while they cleared the building together. But Soap knew what he was doing, he liked working alone better.
An AU where the 141 are swapped; Price is overwatch while Captain Laswell leads her two Sergeants, Simon Riley and Gary Sanderson. But what happens when they get a new addition to the team? A certain Lieutenant who never takes the mask off, always keeps to himself and seems a few pennies short? Well, you get Simon Riley wanting to impress his new LT and, eventually, they find comfort in each other. Will Soap open up to his large Sergeant? Or will he remain hidden? Only time will tell
This work is inspired by StinglessWasp's Reversed artwork.
So my bestie, @headphones-ct-09978 had this idea where the antennas on Tech's helmet can be expressive and used to show his different moods. I couldn't resist drawing these expressions, and they were really fun to make!
An original short story following My OC: Kal Säärinen - A WWII Finnish Sergeant during the Winter War.
Crunching snow beneath boots was the only sound in Kal’s ears. That, and his heart thudding against his chest. No matter how many times he ventured out into the snowy woods by himself, there was always a part of him, terrified. Terrified this would be the last time he left his squad and would never make it back. He shook the thoughts from his head, rolling his shoulders to ease the small ache in his lower back. It was a slight nagging twinge that had begun since the war. He put it down to the poor sleeping conditions and constant strain of carrying supplies on his back. Kal was young, true. But before war broke out? He was never a soldier. He was a farmer. A hunter. He was used to the comforts of home. But the past few years had him become not just a soldier, but a Sergeant.
Kal’s thoughts came to a halt as the calm silence was disturbed. He could hear hushed voices- Russian voices. His heartrate jumped as he quickly scrambled to hide amongst the piles of snow on the ground, peeking his sniper over and glancing down the sight, looking for the source of the voices. He knew he had to be careful. He was dangerously close to enemy territory. If things went wrong, he had no chance of getting back to his squad for backup. But he took the risk each time to push the Soviets back. He shook his head and quietly grumbled at himself. He was really out of it today. Perhaps he should’ve taken some of Jouko’s Pervitin. But he pushed through. He could only see one Soviet through his scope, which confused the Finnish Sergeant. He knew he could hear another voice. But where was the bastard? The Finn remained steady, his scope following the one soldier he could see. Perhaps the second would pop out any minute now… And he’d shoot him before the first even knew what happened.
Time dragged along, the sky seeming to darken rather quickly. Kal knew the Finnish winters had barely any sunshine, if any at all. And that was rapidly making his job more difficult. He needed to finish the mission before he could return to camp. If he left now, the enemy would be alerted. He had to stick it out. And then he could settle down for the night with his squad. Enjoy a meal of rations and discuss tomorrow’s plans. His daydreaming was brought to a sudden halt as an owl had somehow landed on the tree above him and ‘hooted’ loudly, scaring the sniper into shooting his rifle in the direction of the Soviets he was hunting. Fuck… This was bad.
Kal quickly refocused his scope onto the Soviet he could see, shooting him through the skull without another thought. But he couldn’t relax yet. Where the fuck was the other one? He couldn’t see him- wait! He caught a glimpse of another person peeking out from behind some snow and rubble. Without even taking the time to focus, he shot.
The shot was bad. One of his worst since he was a kid. Even from a distance, Kal could quickly hear the pained shouting from the soldier and he cursed, rushing to his feet. His hands were far too shaky to reload the sniper, so he shouldered it and snuck off to where he knew the soldier was. He needed to finish this guy, otherwise all the shouting may alert other Soviets. He crept up closer, the shouting becoming too much for him to bare. He pulled out a small dagger he kept strapped to his leg, taking a shaky breath before lunging at-
A kid. A fucking kid! What the actual Hell was a kid doing in the middle of a battlefield? The dagger dropped from his grip as he crawled closer to the boy, quickly placing his hand over the Soviet’s- the kid’s mouth to silence him. He didn’t need others alerted. He met the terrified boy’s gaze and spoke up in rough, broken Russian. “Help… Help you..” He tried to manage a smile, but it was clouded with fear. But he knew he could fix this. Jouko gave him medical training. All he had to do was find the wound and patch him up. He would be okay. He’d be okay, right? Kal quickly found the bullet wound. It was right through his stomach. Which meant Kal didn’t have much time to fix his mistake. Despite the struggling of the injured soldier- no, injured kid!- Kal managed to yank his uniform up to inspect the damage, shaking his head. “No… No… Fuck!” He cried out, no longer thinking about any enemies overhearing. The kid needed much more medical attention than Kal could offer, especially without any supplies. He needed to get him back to his camp. Jouko could patch him up. But there was a glaring issue. The kid was bleeding out too fast. Kal wouldn’t be able to get him back in time. He glanced in the direction of where he assumed the Soviet base to be, considering it for a moment. No… that would mean certain death for himself. He needed to make a decision and fast, or the kid was going to bleed out all over Kal.
He shook his head. C’mon, Säärinen. Do something. He quickly pulled the scarf from around his neck and pressed it onto the terribly young soldier’s wound with shaking hands. But it was no use. The scarf, along with Kal’s hands, were soaked within minutes. He was losing blood and fast. The boy had stopped screaming, too delirious from pain to scream anymore. Instead, he could only whimper as his enemy just put pressure on the wound. The sergeant’s hands were soaked in red. He couldn’t even make out where his hands were against the blood. His face was wet. Small sobs began leaving the elder’s lips. “Please… I’m sorry… I’m sorry..” He didn’t know if the boy could understand or not. He just needed to beg for forgiveness. All manner of fight had left the boy, barely gathering the strength to bring one of his own hands- so small- to Kal’s face, almost pleading the Finn to look at his face instead. But it didn’t last long, his grip on this world fading, along with his hold on Kal.
The Sergeant could only watch with tears streaming down his face as this soldier- this young boy that should have been nowhere near a battlefield- bled out beneath him. The young boy’s body going limp. Kal made a desperate move and pressed his head to the boy’s chest, hoping to hear something. Anything. But there was nothing. A cold silence…
Kal felt numb. The boy had died by his hands- Kal’s hands covered in his blood to show his guilt. There was a selfish part of him that glanced to where the boy’s tags peeked out over his uniform jacket. But he ripped his gaze away. If he took them… whoever this boy’s family was would never get them. Would never know for certain what happened to their boy. So, he let his selfishness settle for rifling through the boy’s jacket, finding the first thing he could get his hands on and practically ripping it from the corpse. A letter, now covered in blood. But it was still readable. If Kal could read Russian. He shakily got to his feet, tucking the letter into his own winter jacket, silently promising himself and the boy to learn to read Russian better, turning to gathered up his discarded dagger and slotting it back into place before taking his leave to return to camp.
The world was quiet. Too quiet for Kal, with the crunching snow under his feet being the only sound, besides his thundering heartrate, in his ears. Kal had once been a simple farmer, a hunter. But now he was a soldier. A Sergeant, with a squad to protect. But a bitter question was on his mind. Did he protect them? Or did he kill innocent people who didn’t deserve it?
Headcanon that pre-Echo, Crosshair used to put his feet up on the control panel in the cockpit, but after Echo saw him doing that and gave him a Disapproving Look™️, Crosshair put his feet down and never did it again.
Echo being the parent of the Bad Batch wipes tear he really did grow from Batchmate of the Domino Squad to Chaotic Twin of the Domino Twins to Parent of the Chaotic Bad Batch
@commanderfoxdeservesbetter @techs-utility-belt Omega was the one who gave it to him (it was from all of them) and Echo definitely cried when he opened it and hugged Omega very tightly.
So we’re gonna pretend Order 66 didn’t happen because fuck that and that Fives, Dogma and Tup lived because I said so
Echo when they finally meet with the 501st again for a mission and complaining to Fives: -And then he doesn’t eat because he’s so focused on his projects and Wrecker tries to help but he and Crosshair get into pranking wars and sometimes they’re funny but sometimes it goes a bit too far and Hunter gets overloaded and he can’t handle the sound and-
Fives interrupted: When did you become such a mom?
Echo stops and raises an eyebrow at his twin: And you aren’t?
Fives goes to answer before Dogma and Tup come in, arguing.
Dogma: Fives! Tup took my datapad again!
Tup: I’ll give it back! Besides it’s not yours.
Dogma: Fives gave it to me.
Tup: And I’ll give it back in a sec!
Fives sighs and grabs Tup into a hug, plucking the datapad out of his hands: What did I tell you about taking Dogma’s stuff?
Tup, muffled: To ask.
Fives goes to answer before stopping and turning to Echo: Ah shit. When did we get old?
Echo: *snorts* Forget that. Who’s gonna break it to Rex that he’s a grandparent?
I got the idea that Echo, when he needs a break, pushes them onto Rex and says “good luck!” Before grabbing Fives and spending a day with his twin
Said Fives also makes sure to push his not-so-shiny shinies onto Cody though just to annoy him before leaving (“you saved us on Rishi; it’s only fair you take care of my sons too!”)
Yes, Rex and Cody are 100% on babysitting duties. Echo and Fives sat them down, told them about this and then quickly hurried away before they could protest and had a momdayout™️
DIY Bat Shoe Wings made with duct tape, scissors, white pen, and pen knife.
Make a big sheet of duct tape by laying it out and making sure the creases face different ways so its less flimsy.
Then use white pen to draw out your bat wings template. Use your shoes to mark out the holes. Then cut out the holes with a pen knife and check if they fit. Wipe off pen with a lil acetone and qtip. Lace onto your shoes and ur good to go!
I've not seen anyone else point this out but I noticed, in Ep 5, when Husker pulls Alastor aside to talk about Mimzy and Alastor says "what is it?", there NO radio in his voice. Do with this as you wish!
Sometimes I think about how Luz and Hunter are so protective of their friends and how Luz can be reckless about her own health to help others and how Hunter's the oldest and I cry.
Usually I don't post my fanart for other fandoms on here mainly because I used to care a lot about numbers but I thought 'hey why not' and here we are!
Also in case you couldn't tell Luz and Hunter are my favorite characters
Anyway if you all are sick of watching White Lady (and White Dude) Leftist content talking about popular fandoms and internet culture, check out some of these creators on Youtube. Not an exhaustive list, feel free to add your own. I tried to stick to a similar theme, but there is some variation.
Harriyanna Hook, who focuses on nostalgic properties through the lense of a black woman.
Jacob Geller, a Jewish man who does deep dives into various media. Mostly horror and sci-fi.
Kennie JD, a black woman that does this excellent series called bad movies and a beat every week on Saturday. A series where she reviews bad movies (often terrible romantic comedies and bad horror movies) while putting on her makeup.
D'Angello Wallace, a black man that focuses on internet culture, media, and people of interest. Sometimes shorter videos, sometimes deep dives. He used to be an art channel but now focuses more on culture than art.
Xiran Jay Zhao, a Chinese woman in who looks at media and focuses on the tokenism and appropriation of Asian culture.
T1J, who talks about culture, media, and social issues through the lens of a black man. He also has big Dad Energy.
Lady Knight The Brave, a Jewish woman who does deep dives into various media, often ones that have big fandoms attached.
Ada on Demand. A black woman that talks about social issues and culture, with a focus on pop culture.
Reignbot, a Filipino non-binary person that focuses their content on horror and ARGs and true crime.
Tee Noir, who focuses on various media, culture, and social platforms through the lens of a black queer woman.
