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To avoid deer strikes, Finland is painting deer antlers with reflective paint.

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one time my mom and i were talking about autism and she said if i got it from anyone i got it from my dad, a man who has been buying and sorting pokemon cards for several months straight and likes to memorize license plates and then quiz my mom on them. and then she remembered that my father is not actually biologically related to me (#childofdivorce) and lost her shit laughing. i got that proxy autism

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"queerbaiting in real life" you mean exploring self expression regardless of the outcome bc it's good for you and not owing it to people to come out??? 😭😭😭

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Tinny Tenna ⭐️

Sorry I disappeared I wasn’t prepared to be so thoroughly sucked into deltarune- but hey take a little guy you can keep in your pocket!

Bonus below

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Happy pride month to my dad. When I came out as bi to him, this man googled what it ment, look at me and said "ohh. Yeah. You get that from me. You'd have far more siblings of I only shaged women." And went right back to his work emails.

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De-aged Ghost as a result of some chemical he got caught in. What ensues is Price really taking to Dad life like a duck to water with a baby Simon strapped to him 90% of the time, Soap and Gaz on baby duty the other 10.

Soap is using him as a ruse to get shit from people, "life's hard as a single dad", "We found him in a box" to more outlandish stories. But at the end of the day, he's good with him. Gaz takes to it like any other mission, it's weird to have his lieutenant staring up at him and depending on him for all his needs despite the fact neither Price or Soap seem all to bothered by this change.

Nikprice getting together when Nik shows up to see a very tired Price, rocking in place with a finally asleep Simon resting on his arm. They're standing closer than maybe is necessary, but it's to not wake him up is the excuse they use, as they whisper to each other.

Also the idea of Nik with this teeny tiny baby asleep on his arm when he takes over for Price is such an image.

And if Laswell shows up to experience this, who's to say or blame her.

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POV: Your senior is in love with an unrepentant troublemaker.

Crack treated seriously. Based on Ghost's senpai skin.

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You go out drinking with ur friend gaz, happy to catch up with him.

You two are besties, so its totally expected to talk abt ur sex life with eachother. Ur in the middle of telling gaz abt the most insane mind blowing sex you've ever had with a guy you grabbed from this bar. Explicit details, hell, you even mime out the dick size and that really makes gaz blush.

Gaz is in the middle of his own lackluster recounts when you perk up, subtly nod to the entrance of the bar. "Kyle- the three that just entered. Grey hair? He's the guy"

Gaz turns and nearly spits out his drink when he sees his fucking *captain* walking in. Surely not. Surely gaz hasn't just sat here and listened in explicit, pronographic detail, about how his captain fucked his best friend....

His jaw drops when prices eyes find yours and wink.

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Reader is a civilian worker on base who brings their dog around, yeah? Shes usually got a service dog vest on but sometimes you bring her into the lounge to just hang out.

And ur dog seems to really like the guys! Her tail wagging, ur dog happily receives pets from soap and gaz. Price loves her too, 'sneaking' her treats that you totally see. But the guys are a bit disappointed to find that her favourite is ghost. Shes constantly jumping on him, or booping his neck with her nose if she can, just generally smothering the guy. Like. Constantly.

Its not until you and the guys are hovering by the kitchenette and something just- pricks your mind. Makes your breath hitch and hands shake. The others notice bc its their job to notice stuff like that, but before gaz can step in ur dog is jumping up and getting ur attention.

You sit down and let her crawl over u, feel her weight against u and just breathe. It takes a moment, but eventually ur okay. At the men's questioning look you just shrug "shes um- my service dog for PTSD. Alerts when im about to have a flashback or anything."

You keep playing with her fur, pointedly ignoring the horrified and sad looks ghost is receiving from his teammates now. She always is jumping on ghost...does that mean...?

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Soap's anger often has him spitting venom hot enough to burn anyone unwise enough to get too close

But Ghost seems to... know. How to navigate it. Or how to father the burn. He always gets too close, and still seems to walk away from it just fine

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nikolai who is oddly wealthy and shows his love through giving gifts. whenever he goes to another country, he always gets price the most expensive cigar he can find, buys laswell's wife the fancy wine that she likes. farah's not one for material things, so he just rides on over to urzikstan and picks her up so that she can enjoy a nice helo ride. he has too much money and time on his hands but he decides to use it for good

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I have a running gag in my head that Price keeps extra gear on him because he knows around the holidays, his boys would tackle the shit out of him.

Does the gear help?

Nope.

He wears that padded gear used to help train dogs. Head to toe, impossible to ignore. Price didn't have to explain, like they were waiting for it to be mentioned. They tackle him. Price has gotten run over enough times now to prepare. The holidays seem to get them extra hyper and he knows it's only a matter of time until Ghost bulldozes over him.

They have a sense of when not to even think about it. They're not animals. Besides, they know Nik cam get away with things they can only dream of.

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Thinkin' bout hybrid!141 x hybrid!reader (gator bc im a floridian!!) who grew up in a predominantly human community.

Sure, no one said they disliked hybrids, but you noticed that the less hybrid someone acted and looked, the more humans liked them. No one forced you to act like a human or hide ur hybrid parts, you just felt comfier doing that. (Surely that comfort had nothing to do with the silence you'd get for acting more animal). Then you join the 141 and its all so different and now you feel out of place because ur not hybrid enough.

Hyena!soap who barks a greeting at you, but tilts his head in confusion when you wave and say "uh- hello." Instead of bellowing back. He purses his lips, and you feel like you've done something wrong, but as soon as it comes the moment passes. He leads you through the base, chatting all the while and only occasionally gives you odd looks for no reason. (Its bc you haven't made any hybrid vocalization at all)

Sea otter!gaz who excitedly tells you about the private lake and river not far from base, only for u to give him a confused look. "Uh...okay? Thats cool?" You try, but he just stares at you too, eyes narrowed in assessment. He thought you would be excited about the lake, maybe show some more hybrid desires but you just...dont? Its like you dont even realize its a big deal for gator hybrids?

Rat!ghost who is shocked when he first spars with you. He has fought gator hybrids before and expected you to fight like them, but you fight exactly like a human, just with a tail. Hell, you hardly even use your tail for much more than balance, which is kind of mandatory given ur anatomy. It frustrates him, your limiting ur fighting style so much, but when he asks you bluntly "why the hell dont you fight proper?" You just raise a brow, frowning "the hell? I am fighting properly??"

Gila monster!price who literally never sees you outside sunbathing. Hell, hes tried to invite you subtly by casually keeping conversation while he walked to the nice flat rocks other reptile hybrids hung around. Except, you always seemed twitchy and anxious when he'd allow the silence to drag too far, as if you were worried about just...enjoying the heat. Its odd, and this combined with everything else is really making his team want to help you.

(May write a pt 2 where 141 help reader feel more hybrid🤔 who knows.)

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❤️🧡💛Patreon Pride Requests💚💙💜

141 + NikPrice

GhostGaz (ftr RavenJelly)

Laswell and her wife :3

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reboot soap and the og baddies

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Price on a mission where he finds soap in the cage. He's between fights, breathing heavy, resting on the chains that seperate him from the onlookers. The place is dirty, grimy, littered with strays and drunkards, and illegal goods. Price (lieutenant) is on a mission, looking for his target, he's not even a captain yet, he shouldn't be scouting. And he's not. But he's watched the man's last three fights, and he's queueing up for another as a new opposition steps in. He'd make a great asset. And Price is only a few months from Captain, he'll need his own team. There's little more time to think on it as his comms crackle to life, watcher tells to to get ready, his target is heading his way. Price is ready, always ready. Waiting to receive. One of the many stray canines trots across the floor. Except his target never shows. Watcher asks him what the hell he's doing. He says he's got no visuals on the target. Watcher says he was right on top of him. But the target wasn't there. Watcher tells him to pull out, get to exfil. He will. He does. But first. The man in the cage has just finished his fight, two tenders are dragging his victim out, and the man is back to leaning on the boundry. Price hasn't heard a word from him thus far, he's an angry looking man, dangerous, and something distinctly animal in his eyes. Price tells him he's got somewhere for him to go if he wants, something better than this. Something with purpose. In a voice that's more feel than sound in the low roar of the place. He watches the man think it over, price thinks he'll ignore him, he's about to let it go, won't take a what doesn't belong to him. But as price turns so does the man, not towards him, not towards the center of the cage either. Towards the chained gate. An attendant lets him out easily, and without a word the man follows price out. And he never stopped following Price

It's years down the line now, coming up on 8 years almost to the day. And he

Finds himself once again circling an adversary, in a metal bound arena. But this time it's Ghost on the outside where Price once was, he tells him that Gaz is nearly on their target. The whistle blows and there's no more time to ponder nostalgia. His knuckles sting as the split skin makes contact with his opponent's nose. Blood sprays, and Soap doesn't hesitate to follow it up with a jab in the sternum with his other hand. He stays on the much larger man, pummeling him with his fists. His ribs throb with bruises, his arms ache the same, it's hot, and the sweat slicks the blood fron the cut on his eyebrow. The man is large, and faster that soap expects, a heavy fist catches him on the cheek. His head snaps to the side with the force and he stumbles back, Gaz chases the target past the cage hot on his heels as Soap knocks in to the chains with a clang. Ghost is on the edge, right by his ear, but he's still reeling from the hit, and his opponent has him pinned now. It's easy, automatic to get low, block his face with his arms, let the hits land where he can take them, find an opening and fight dirty. There are no rules except *win*, and Soap never lost in the ring. His opponent leaves his left side open when he throws his right, not much, but enough to slip though. Enough for soap to win. Ghost's voice is clearer now. He tells him to get up. Soap takes the slip, drives his fist into ribs, puts his weight behind it. Pain explodes in his hand and runs up his arm with the force. The man backs off, and soap is on him immediately, slamming him into the opposite side of chains, holds him there as he swings his fist over and over into his face under soap feels the man stop fighting. Then he drops him. Spits blood from his mouth, circles the cage like a predator to show his strength, his danger, his dominance.

Ghost tells him Gaz got the target, that he and Price are heading back to exfil with him. Tells him that soap's done his job. It's time to go home now. Soap doesn't wait for someone to let him out. Another act of dominance. Aggression. He sees Ghost retreat, can't follow him yet, they still need this identity for another op. So soap stays. Not long. He, this guy, never does. Long enough to collect on his winning and have a neat drink. 45 minutes that's all. He's bleeding and sweating, and he lost his shirt somewhere, but the alcohol helps dull the pain, and he finishes it off soon after he collets his dues. Rich men with rich suits try to stop him like always, trying to buy his loyalty, his skill, but he pays them no mind like always. Pushes through the crowd like a bull after a fight.

Ghost is waiting for him when he leaves the cacophonous building. Hands him an oversized shirt, slings an arm over his shoulders as he helps Soap to exfil 2 klicks away.