Aiden

a silly goober (pfp is generated by perchance.ai, i actually can't draw). The home of dank memes and where my fandoms live. transmasc and pre-everything

[spawnpeeker-scheisse]

About Me

Hello, I'm Aiden (he/him), or spawnpeeker-scheisse. I am a pre-everything trans man. This is where my fandoms go to die and get shitposted. Behold, the list of my fandoms (will be updated as my tastes change) Books/Authors - Anything Matthew Reilly - Robert Langdon series/Deception Point/Digital Fortress - Va Dinci Cod - Ranger's Apprentice - Alex Rider - The Assassin's Creed Books - Tom Clancy - World of Tom Clancy (not by him cause he's dead buuuut that includes splinter cell & ghost recon) - Alex Hunter series (Grieg Beck) - Clive Cussler - Aloysius Archer series (David Baldacci) - Metro 2033 - Lazarus Wars - Dante's Inferno (is that a fandom???) - at this point i only read video game novelisations now Movies - Anything Christopher Nolan - Indiana Jones - Legit anything MCU/Bucky Barnes related - Mission Impossible - Nightcrawler (2014) - Pacific Rim (not Uprising cause that one was mid) - Snowpiercer - ALL of the Sniper movies TV Shows - Arcane - Battlestar Galactica (2004, season 2 thus far) - Blacklist (season 1 only) - Blood of Zeus (season 1 thus far) - Castlevania (and Nocturne too) - Devil May Cry (2025) - Game of Thrones (Season 1 only) - Harlen Coben miniseries (Fool Me Once/The Stranger/Shelter) - Kings (2009) - Snowpiercer - Splinter Cell Deathwatch - Supernatural (up to season 6) - The Dragon Prince - Tomb Raider: Legend of Lara Croft - TURN: Washington's Spies Video Games - Assassin's Creed - Battlefield (esp. 3 onwards) - COD (MW original and reboot, Black Ops, Ghosts) - Devil May Cry - Doom - Fort Solis - Ghost Recon - Infamous (particularly Second Son) - Killzone - Kirby - Marvel Rivals - Metal Gear - Metro 2033 - Minecraft - Operation Flashpoint - Overwatch - Prototype - PUBG - R6 Siege - Resident Evil - Resistance Series - Rogue Company - Rogue Warrior - Silent Hill (esp. 2) - Spec Ops: The Line - Splinter Cell - TF2 - The Division - Thief (all of them) - Valorant - Watch Dogs (except Legion) - Wolfenstein Musicals/Plays - And Juliet - Book of Mormon - Bring It On - Dear Evan Hansen - Hadestown - Hamilton - The Lieutenant of Inishmore - Rent - Wicked Music Artists (there's a lot haha) - 3TEETH - All Good Things - Adelitas Way - Apocalyptica - Annihilator - Architects - Asking Alexandria - A7X - Bad Wolves - Calling All Captains - Casey Edwards - Citizen Soldier - Coat of Arms - Cory Marks - Cult to Follow - Dagames - Damn Us All - Death From Above 1979 - Disturbed - Eralise - Fall Out Boy - Fight Like Sin - 5FDP - From Ashes to New - Ghostkid - Gojira - Hollywood Undead - Infected Mushroom - Ice Nine Kills - I Prevail - JT Music - Kayzo - Killswitch Engage - Knife Party - Korn - Lionheart - Memphis May Fire - Metallica - Mick Gordon - Motley Crue - Lamb of God - Linkin Park - LOWBORN - Neoni - NerdOut - Nickelback - Northlane (my beloved) - Oceans Ate Alaska - Opal In Sky - Otherwise - Our Last Night - Papa Roach - Parkway Drive - Polaris (all hail) - Rise of the Northstar - Self Deception - Shields - Sixx:AM - Slipknot - Solence - The Offspring - Theory of a Deadman - The Score - Tokyo Machine - Tommy Lee - Trivium - The Unlikely Candidates - Wild Fire - Written by Wolves

[spawnpeeker-scheisse]

So I finished the ENTIRE Alex Hunter series...

And dear god, I am confused, hyperfixated and in tears from pure silliness. Spoilers under the cut! (still gotta read the Matt Kearns series tho)

Book 0.5: Arcadian Genesis

Solid prequel, but didn't particularly stand out among the many military thrillers I've read in the past

Still a pretty good origin story and sets everything up nicely!

Book 1: Beneath the Dark Ice

Ice Station (by Matthew Reilly) with aliens.

90% mortality rate. And I was all for it.

Book 2: Dark Rising

We get to meet my beloved Sam Reid (that absolute goober)

NOOOOOO NOT HEX!!!!! his parents were probs hippies tho... who names their kid Hex???

Book 3: This Green Hell

It's giving Matthew Reilly's Temple

The children annoyed me tbh

Book 4: Black Mountain

Poor Sam... but at least he is a speedy goober

The amnesia trope made me cringe so hard, especially with how Adira was acting and trying to rizz Alex

And now Alex is an orphan at thirty something.

rip the dog tho

Book 5: Gorgon

Oh hell yeah! Probably one of my favourites

made me tweak out in the Istanbul and Izmir scenes cause I've been there

Greig Beck knew exactly what he was doing when he made Sam shirtless and badass

the sas people are iconic

Book 5.5: Hammer of God

Absolutely hilarious to see Sam and Casey interact with Adira

Book 6: Kraken Rising

POV Greig Beck ran out of ideas so he reused BTDA's plot

but it all worked out in the end

cate annoyed me tho

And we were DEPRIVED of Sam Reid content :(

chat why are we making alex and co. relive their trauma

Book 7: The Void

Probably the most forgettable entry in the series IMO

Morag annoyed me tbh, but I also feel weird for smiling at her death...

Sophia rubbed me the wrong way

Book 8: From Hell

Alex Hunter doing an Italian accent to embarrass his kid is so real tho he's embracing "corny dad"

SOPHIA MAKES ME SICK. like gorl are you that lonely to kidnap someone and keep him in a catatonic state for your own gratification

Book 9: Dark Side

It's giving Alien and I'm all for it tbh

But it felt a bit anticlimatic

Book 10: The Well of Hell

what kind of title is that??????

Kind of mid tbh

Book 11: The Silurian Bridge

AIMEE JOSH NOOOOOO - wait never mind

wHY did Sam get yeeted into biblical times...

definitely better than the previous books, this series is going up now...

Book 12: The Titans

it was giving percy jackson meets children's time travel literature

reminds me of the "behold my stuff" meme from Thor and we're expected to just... take the time travel part.

still pretty good, let's hope that book 13 will keep the same momentum as this one and silurian bridge

that cliffhanger sent me to the moon and back like fucking Artemis

[xz0mb13b0yx]

Being transmasc feels like I’m larping as a girl

[sino-666]

A crossover between Devil May Cry and the game Hollow Knight. Drawing the "bugs" was an absolute pleasure!

[klaart]

S'more-Tac!!

Körangi origin story vvv

S'more-Tac!!

König’s a factory error but Horangi still likes them:)

[suicidalpastry]

volume warning i guess it's the "bleh" thing

something i did because depression

it's so low quality i feel like i should apologize by drinking raid for putting tags...

[heshmylover]

Only ogs remember this video

Pls ignore the capcut logo

[crawlingaxolotl]

Say hi to my little friend *Yeets Logan at you*

[boodarko]

maybe the chronically online man shouldn’t be the one driving the helo

[spawnpeeker-scheisse]

whoa what the FUCK haha

[valiants]

Soapghost 107: interrogation

[taraxippos]

Akira bike sliding on a horse

[taraxippos]

concept art

[taraxippos]

concept art

[spawnpeeker-scheisse]

OH FUCK YEAH

[mellosdrawings]

Am I the only one who's mad that Bell and Mason haven't had a single interaction in the game? You mean to tell me Alex "Ex-Brainwashed" Mason didn't once feel weird about [no name] "Currently Brainwashed" Bell tagging along? Come ooooon!

Is there any fic about those two? Ship or just &, I don't care, I just wanna see Mason being all weird about it.

[eloisyw8]

Can I get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Primis Richtofen.... with a side of shenanigans? Thank you.

Sure

[eloisyw8]

"Careful hudson, i might not stop woods next time."

"Stop what?"

[gomzdrawfr]

some nikprice doodles based on @on-a-lucky-tide's fic over here

extra:

I thought the Sergeant meant Garrick, then found out it was Soap at the end so LOL I had to change it XD

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The Beach Episode

Based on this post by my incredibly talented friend @l3ibnest. (I'm sorry for constantly ganking your creativity, lovie!)

Word Count: 1,237

Summary: Soap convinces Gaz to participate in an ill-conceived prank. Ghost and Price do not find it funny.

AO3 version here

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The day was pleasantly hot - reminiscent of Las Almas in the intensity with which the sun beat down on the TF-141. But Price rather happily grinned at the team. On a lark, he’d bought himself a large straw hat.

“Cap, no.” Gaz had gasped as the mustachioed man pulled out his wallet. “You look like… like a tourist!” Price shot him a smile that Gaz knew well. It read, I don’t give a flying fuck.

“We all look like tourists.” Price replied blithely. “Look at Simon.” He nodded toward the Brit, his pale skin practically glowing in the overhead lighting. The soft brown freckles that patterned constellations over his war-battered body did little to dim the eye-searing sight.

“Gondor calls for aid.” Gaz quipped.

“Eh?” Price quirked an eyebrow at the reference. He knew it, of course - the 141 had a monthly movie night, and they’d landed on Lord of the Rings rather frequently. But Price was rather chuffed to maintain a near nonexistent relationship at best with whatever internet meme the others were referencing at any given moment.

“Nevermind.” Gaz turned to try and find Soap, but his partner in minor crime was nowhere to be found. Gaz wandered briefly around the shop, stopping suddenly at a turning rack of cheap sunglasses. Just as reached for the plastic frames, a familiar face popped around one of the many metal shelves.

“Garrick!” Soap grinned, eyes glinting dangerously. “On me, amigo.” Gaz rolled his eyes as Soap snickered, leading Gaz to a rack of bright green, purple, and yellow toys.

“Water pistols.” Gaz whispered. “You want to use those on Ghost and Price, don’t you? Are you mental?”

Soap simply chuckled, loading his arms with balloons and tipping his chin toward the guns.

“Aye, they’ll never see it coming.” He bent to a soft crouch, skulking toward the cashier with exaggerated care. Poking his head all-too-conspicuously around another corner before waving Gaz forward.

Gaz sighed, a small smile tugging at his lips. He followed Soap at a sedate pace, shrugging an embarrassed apology to the clerk as Soap dumped the watery weapons on the sales counter.

“Will that be all?” The look they gave Soap was little more than apathetic acceptance of their lot in life.

“I don’t think so. Unless…” There was that purr again. The rolling brogue that signaled to Gaz that trouble was afoot.

“Do you happen to have those pump ones? Super Soakers, I think they’re called.”

The apathetic look somehow intensified. After a short staredown, the employee replied with a curt, “Yes. Next to the squirt guns you just picked up.”

“Cheers!” Soap scampered off, a plan clearly already forming. He returned moments later with two oversized water guns, a sharp grin crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“Aye, this’ll be all.” He said grandly.

“Alright, then.” The cashier rang them up, bagging their things with a level of malaise usually reserved for the actively suicidal. “Here you are, sir. Have a wonderful day.” The cashier intoned.

“Thank you.” Soap chirped, and swept the things off the counter as a sheepish Gaz joined him outside.

“Boys!” Price shouted with his usual air of effortless authority, the effect not dampened in the least by the garish flamingo print button-up he’d managed to find just east of the oversized straw hats. “It’s time to hop to - the beach is about five minutes from here, and the sun’s climbing.”

Silence greeted him.

“Garrick! Johnny!” Ghost tried, once more draped in enough black to shield almost all of his pale skin. His legs, he kept confusingly bare in grey and black board shorts.

Ghost and Price glanced at one another, unease settling over their shoulders. When the sergeants got quiet, there was a problem. Wordlessly, they agreed on a plan - Ghost would take west, Price east. Keep sharp, the lads are deadly when they want to be, their glances read.

Unfortunately, the lads were also well aware of Price and Ghost’s tactics by now. They hadn’t split to flank, oh no. They’d gone up.

“They’re on the bloody roof!” Price shouted when the first water balloon landed just short of his Birkenstock-clad feet.

“Bastards.” Ghost growled, already breaking into a jog to find the access ladder. Laughter, loud and raucous, followed him as another near miss landed just to the right of him. He began to swear violently, a manic grin stretching his mouth before splash!

“Direct fuckin’ hit!” A familiar Scottish accent crowed. **

“JOHNNY!” Ghost roared, breaking into a full-bodied sprint as he spotted the ladder just up ahead. He leaped, catching the third rung up with a grunt.

“Augh!” Price shouted on the other side of the building. “Gaz, I swear to Christ-” Another splash, catching Price’s ankles, and his face turned a fetching shade of tomato red.

It was Price’s turn to growl out an expletive, realizing as he turned another corner that the ladder was on Ghost’s side. Gaz had gotten reinforcements, with a frankly unnecessary number of water balloons raining down on Price, narrowly avoiding his new straw hat. A thought occurred to Price - they were going to ruin his new hat. The tag clearly red do not get wet.

“I think the fuck not.” He put his back into it, careening around that third corner and spotting the ladder. There was a shout, then two. Not the playful crowing of a victory, but the startled vocalization of a prey animal being downed.

“Good man, Simon!” Price shouted, hoisting himself up the ladder. By the time he poked his head up and over the flat cement lip, Ghost had already hogtied the boys - zipties carefully tightened not to cause pain, but to keep them from reaching those water balloons. Gravel crunched under sandals as Price made his way toward the rest of the team.

Ghost turned slowly, nodding once as he placed one flip-flop clad foot on Johnny’s ass. “Hostiles secured.” Price could hear the smile in his voice.

The two officers looked down at their subordinates, wheels turning as they tried to think of an appropriate punishment. It came to them both at the same time.

“Right.” Price crossed his arms over his chest. “8 kilometer run. On the beach. Simon, give them their legs back.”

“Rog.” Ghost produced a knife - from where, Price didn’t want to ask - and cut the ties around the boys’ ankles.

Price chortled, hefting the plastic toy in one hand and sipping out of a coconut with the other. “They always manage to find trouble, don’t they?” He shook his head, amused.

“They do.” Ghost agreed, staring out at the horizon. He’d not shed his hoodie or mask but had divested himself of his flip-flops. He dug his blindingly white toes into the sand, wiggling them on occasion. His eyes stayed fixed on the two Sergeants, glistening with sweat and panting heavily, as they continued their punishment.

“How do we know they’re done?” He asked.

“When they’re crying.” Price replied with a grin.

Ghost let out a snort. “Alright, then.”

Soap opened his mouth to shout something, but the sharp glare from Ghost had him snapping his jaw shut with a cowed click.

“5 more kilometers!” Price said cheerfully. “Good job, lads!”

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