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Lol this is currently the only friend I've made so far lol

reblog if you've made a good friend on tumblr.

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I just started the Paragon fic on AO3 (you guys know this fic) and omg it's so kinky lol 😂 and I was in the middle of class reading it ;-; was low-key like thinking please no more smut for a bit just give me some fluff 😂 but it was the last day so no one was there but still. Writing is great. Grammar is perfect. 5/5 star rating

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Hello, I hope I'm not disturbing you, beautiful person. I saw your male reader/oc recommendation book and I was wondering if you'll ever update it . I sincerely hope this series continues, but I also see that you do this as a hobby and not a job, so I wouldn't want to pressure you into doing it. I just want you to know that I love this series of yours :) I hope your future is bright and full of lights. I wish you good days.

Oh oop my bad lol I haven't been on quotev in a bit but I'll update when I think of something new. Just depends on what I've been around or watching lately

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So I used chat gpt and made a persona using Carlos Oliveira from re3 remake for cod rps, here's what I got. Idk if the ai used him from the game to make it or just his appearance but yeah. Honestly love Carlos. Honestly a fic with Carlos in cod instead of re3 would be awesome like he's so fine. Idk

Name: Carlos Oliveira

Call sign/alias: "Rogue"

Age: 28

Height: 6’0” (183 cm)

Build: Athletic-mesomorph – broad shoulders, narrow waist, thickly corded muscles defined with sharp anatomical clarity, but not exaggerated in bulk. Functional strength. Combat-sculpted.

Sexuality: gay but he doesn't flaunt it or make it obvious. (For rp purposes lol. Totally shipping him with tf 141)

Ethnicity: South American Mestizo and he's from America.

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APPEARANCE

Hair:

Carlos's hair is a rugged crown of textured black waves, sitting somewhere between a layered shag and loose curls—shoulder-length if straight, but pulled into wild disarray that makes it appear shorter. It frames his face in a tousled mane of controlled chaos, thick and voluminous with natural body and movement. Each strand seems alive with energy, always slightly damp with sweat or rain or the grime of a recent op. He rarely bothers to tame it, and that deliberate dishevelment lends him an effortless charisma. It falls into his eyes when he concentrates, half-obscuring a stare that can break silence like a gunshot.

Eyes:

Coal-black, almost liquid in the right lighting, like a stormcloud caught in amber. His eyes are deep-set and almond-shaped with heavy, expressive lashes that contrast against his darker skin—lashes women would kill for, but he’s never noticed. There’s intensity in his gaze, the kind of silent scrutiny that makes you feel undressed and understood in the same breath. They're sharp, tactical—scanning every room, every person, calculating risks without a word. When he softens, they hold the weight of someone who’s seen too much, survived too often.

Face:

Chiseled and strikingly symmetrical. High cheekbones cut sharp under a lean layer of combat-toned skin. His jawline is prominent, masculine, shadowed with a few days’ worth of neat scruff. His nose is straight with a slight warrior’s bump—a subtle reminder of a fracture long healed. His lips are full, a rich terracotta tone, the bottom lip slightly more pronounced, giving him a perpetually serious or pensive expression. His brows are thick and dark, often furrowed in focus, and small scars are hidden in the grain of his skin—a faint slice on the brow, a knick near the temple.

Skin:

A warm, golden-bronze tone kissed by the sun—a natural South American Mestizo hue. His complexion is remarkably smooth for a man who’s lived in dirt, blood, and smoke. Close-up, you can see the faintest hint of pores and old, half-healed abrasions, but his skin somehow remains youthful and taut. He smells faintly of cedarwood, gunmetal, and the memory of gun oil.

Body:

Carlos is built like a human weapon: streamlined yet massive where it counts. His chest is broad, his pecs full and sculpted beneath every shirt, tight enough to leave little to the imagination. Deltoids curve like armor plates above arms laced with hard muscle and veins—his biceps flex with instinctive movement, balanced with powerful forearms. His core is lean, his abs visibly segmented beneath fitted clothing, and his waist narrows into a V-line that disappears beneath his belt. His legs are equally formidable—thighs thick and explosive, calves cut and muscular. His glutes, tight and high, stretch the fabric of his cargo pants like they were stitched on him. Every part of him moves with the grace of a predator and the force of a soldier. (He's basically got a fat ass and hot man toddies and nice lean abs)

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CLOTHING STYLE & AESTHETIC

Carlos favors form-fitting black tactical wear—shirts that hug his torso like second skin, tight around the arms and chest, looser at the waist. Cargo pants that mold to his thighs and ass, double-stitched and reinforced, loaded with gear pockets. Fingerless tactical gloves worn like a second layer of skin. Military-grade boots worn to hell but still gleaming with readiness. He wears a light armor plate carrier, often with the vest partially unbuckled for mobility.

His aesthetic is covert-ops meets post-apocalyptic runway: grunge meets utility. Everything he wears serves a purpose, but somehow still highlights his form. He doesn't try to be sexy—he just is.

Gear & Weapons:

Primary: Custom SCAR-H with underbarrel grenade launcher, suppressed barrel, and holo sight.

Secondary: Sig Sauer P320 in thigh holster.

Tactical: Throwing knives, flashbangs, compact breaching charges, short-range comms, and a combat knife strapped to his back molle.

Armor: Lightweight modular chest rig, tactical harness with minimal but efficient plating.

Additional: Medical trauma kit, lockpick set, encrypted data pad, and occasionally a satellite uplink device.

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VOICE & ACCENT

His voice is gravel dipped in molasses—low, smooth, with a subtle South American Spanish lilt. It’s not overt, but it colors the edges of his words. He speaks with brevity, measured and precise, like every syllable has weight. When he laughs—which isn’t often—it’s rich and rough, a real thing that escapes like thunder through clouds.

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SEXUALITY

Gay, discreet. He doesn't flaunt or advertise—his world rarely has room for softness—but it shows in quiet glances, careful silences, and rare moments of warmth. He’s unapologetic about who he is, but deeply private.

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PERSONALITY & TRAITS

Morally Complex: Ex-SWAT turned mercenary with a conscience. He takes black ops jobs but refuses anything involving civilians, trafficking, or war crimes.

Stoic: He speaks rarely, watches constantly. When he does talk, people listen.

Loyal: Once you’ve earned his trust, it’s unshakable. But betrayal earns silence—and distance.

Witty: Dry, dark humor. The kind that surfaces in gunfights and graveyards.

Wounded but Stable: Carries emotional trauma, likely PTSD, but handles it with internal resolve.

Strategic: Thinks ten moves ahead, like a battlefield chess master.

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SKILLS & FACTS

Fluent in English, Spanish, and Portuguese.

Expert marksman, close-quarters combatant, and tactical breacher.

Trained in field medicine, stealth infiltration, and psychological profiling.

Disarms bombs, picks locks, and hotwires vehicles with alarming skill.

Has memorized maps of over 80 conflict zones.

Once disarmed an IED with a pair of scissors and a bootlace.

Trained in wilderness survival, urban warfare, and guerilla tactics.

Knows how to vanish into crowds, urban shadows, or mountains without a trace.

Keeps a small sketchbook—draws faces he’s seen in war zones, then burns the pages.

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LIKES & DISLIKES

Likes:

Strong coffee, cigars, thunderstorms, long walks at dusk

Classic rock, tactical drills, reading manuals, silence

Men with subtle confidence, calloused hands, or kind eyes

The feeling of mission success, rain on metal, the scent of gunpowder

Dislikes:

Liars, bullies, loudmouths, and cruelty

Excessive luxury, politics, and being underestimated

The sound of a child crying

Seeing himself in mirrors too long

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HABITS & HOBBIES

Strange Habit: Counts bullets in movies automatically. Can’t help it.

Ritual: Cleans weapons by candlelight. Not for effect—just peace.

Hobby: Sketching and metal engraving. Often decorates the grips of his firearms.

Sleeps: Sitting upright, back against walls. Even in beds.

Tics: Rolls his shoulder twice before drawing a weapon.

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DISORDERS

Likely suffers from mild PTSD and insomnia. Shows signs of hypervigilance and survivor’s guilt, but channels it into discipline.

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QUOTE

“Violence isn’t the answer. It’s just the last one I give.”

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LIFE MOTTO

“Do the job. Leave no scars you don’t have to.”

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HOW OTHERS SEE HIM

Carlos doesn’t seek attention, but he draws it like a magnet. Most barely notice him until he’s speaking into their ear with a plan already in motion. Some dismiss him as just another merc, until he moves—with the poise of a wolf. Those who look longer see more: raw power, sadness buried deep, and a man worth trusting with your life.

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BACKSTORY

Born in Rio de Janeiro to a Brazilian mother and Chilean father, Carlos was raised between city slums and survivalist training grounds. His father, a decorated guerrilla who fled political purges, taught him warfare before he learned to shave. At 18, he joined SWAT to clean up the streets that once hunted him. After a failed mission where civilians were caught in crossfire and his team was abandoned by command, Carlos resigned. Betrayed by systems but not by his moral compass, he became a mercenary—only taking jobs that walk the tightrope between legality and justice. Now, he moves through shadows, a ghost with a heartbeat, guided by instinct, memory, and a code no one sees but him.

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Ugh I love it when it rains

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New ideas~ again... (Prefer series fics or long fics or fics that go on basically)

So I was thinking either street fighter male or ex cop who was like fired because he, instead of arresting the criminal, decided to save civys and the criminal got away. He would later catch him by himself and drop the criminal terrorist guy unconscious in front of a police department.

So that's backstory, let's go over idea on how he meets the love interests or whatever. Honestly I can only think of a bar. Like tf 141 meets him at a bar that has a fighting ring or something and they see him fighting a ex Merc and the bar tender notices their interest and starts yapping about his past and his morals and price does the same thing he did gaz and just takes him

That or maybe he is a current swat member or something and price meets him when he's working and his team are storming a bar that was secretly a human trafficking ring or something, like he comes into the bar, the only one without a helmet (he gave his to a newer member because they forgot or something) and a bunch of guys raise with guns pointing at the seat immediately. He takes charge and they basically kick butt, with him disarming them and the team cuffing them, or it's one guy and they immediately take someone hostage and he immediately takes action saving the hostage (would be funny if the hostage is price or something 😂)

Or price picks him up in a illegal fighting ring after learning about his ex Merc or police past and from his abilities in close combat and his intuition (ooo or maybe our mc has like Spidey senses and price notices that he moves before the other fighter even goes too strike or something), and blackmails him into joining with the fact he's illegally fighting or something. Or our mc is a street racer with the Merc/police past and price recruits him for escaping (or he could be both)

I'm still thinking of ideas, the current art of the guy I found on Pinterest is being used a lot in my brain rn lol

Art not mine but I'd prefer he looked like this because honestly I feel like you could really use his appearance for things (at the bottom of the post)

Also I was thinking ships should be Taskforce 141 (and any other cod characters) x him

He could also work in other fandoms like Hannibal or DC with similar pasts and meeting, just by using the idea in general.

In Hannibal he could be a swat member who silently guards Will maybe? Like he makes sure criminals don't get to close or maybe he just scares them. I was thinking he was assigned by Jack. Hannibal + Wil x him. ? Or he is a dog sitter for will and that's how they know each other and he's meets Hannibal when Hannibal stops by looking for will or something

Or back on that swat guard for Will. Maybe he catches Will and Hannibals attention by giving a similar thought to will one day during a case, like he accidentally says Will's thoughts out loud, or if we go back to Spidey senses type power thing from before, he saves will from something that no one should have noticed, like a stray bullet or something or a land falling or in an area that's smashed by a rock after he pulls will back

Idk

Songs or artists that id think match him are Freddie Dredd like the song Limbo or lil darkie with the song MONEY POWER FAME or JACK DANIELS or KALI! MA or big dawgs by hanumankind or GHOSTMANE or Corpse or Warlord Colossus with songs like they think I'm joking or spoiled dogs, sleeping belly up or I Hate Myself, and the Reaper Does Too or Took a Tab & Now It's Hard To Sleep or songs by 1nonly or istasha this song.

https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=u2Zg6p1_Klw&si=95EVD0WJIlQE6-Ll

Now I say this but I'd find it oddly funny if he's into Adele or the rare occasions lol

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Man I love death stranding 🥹😫. It has two of my favorite actors in it, Norman Reedus and Mads Mikkelson 😩

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This is a super random post and I doubt that it will achieve my desired effect, but I have to try.

I’m looking for my friend. I met them over two years ago on Roblox but lost contact with them due to me losing my account.

They live in Portugal and their username was @ SunflowerCat with a few numbers behind it. I can’t remember exactly :(

This is for if they might ever see this— it’s Deyna, and I originally knew you as Flying Bananas. You might instead remember me as Evan. We did roleplays together, do you remember Lafayette and John, or Nathan and James? You liked call of duty, and I really love it now, too! I miss you. I’m sorry I had to leave and I want to talk to you again.

please help me boost this? I know there’s the smallest chance ever because idek if they had tumblr, but I had a dream about them last night that urged me to try and find them again.

no pressure tags, just trying to maybe get this out there, tell me if you don’t wanna be tagged

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Cooking up another male reader/oc idea... Gonna loose it within 5 minutes tho

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25 posts!

Uh? Did I actually manage this??? Oop I needa touch grass fr