#canis cod

[princessdimondheart]

Hot Tamales | Ghost x Canis! OC + TF-141 + Los Vaqueros

Pairing: Ghost x f! OC

Warnings: language, the bois simp for food

Edited: No

A/N: A little post for Hispanic Heritage Month, a day after it ‘ended,’ but it’s always Hispanic Heritage Month for me lol. My mom and I made tamales a few weeks back and that kinda inspired this. I know it’s not what you’re expecting that I update but I wanted to get this posted even though it’s late. This could be considered part of the It’s The Dog series but as a separate one shot. Canis is Mexican but it can be read as any Latina Reader.

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For the last day or so, Johnny not Ghost could find Canis and both were beginning to get a bit worried. So, Johnny asked around the base they were on if anyone had seen her. No luck until one of Alejandro’s Corporals said that she had been in the mess’ kitchen. Quickly sending a text to Ghost, Johnny made his way to the mess hall. 

An incredible aroma came from the large room the closer down the hall he went. Ghost was already standing at the doors waiting for him. 

“Ah, that smells so good L.t.” He grinned at the taller man. 

“Very good.” Ghost replied, shockingly in approval. 

Johnny was just about to push the doors open when a loud bang sounded from down the hall. It was Alejandro and Rudy. 

“Te dije, Rudy! The smell is coming from here!” The Colonel shouted. “Mmm… tengo hambre.”

“You were right, Ale. But who’s making them?” The two men jogged to where Soap and Ghost were standing. 

“You know what’s goin’ on, Alejandro?” Johnny questioned. “It smells really good! What is it?”

“No idea, amigo! Those are tamales!” He shook Johnny’s shoulder. “Don’t tell me you’ve never tried tamales before?”

Johnny shook his head and when Alejandro looked at Ghost, he also denied ever having them. Both Mexicans shook their heads. 

“Oh, you’re missing out!” Rudy looked at them with pity. 

“It’s only one of the finest dishes Mexican cuisine has to offer.” Ale added. “You’re in for a treat!”

They finally head in and see that a decent sized crowd had formed around the kitchen doorway. Many of them were practically drooling at the delicious smell. They made their way through the crowd and inside they saw Canis. 

Rudy called out to her first, “Canis! You’re the one making tamales?”

She turned around at his voice. “Rudy, sí. I’ve been prepping since yesterday and now the tamales are steaming. I think they’ll be ready in about ten minutes. Think you boys can wait?”

Canis was wearing an apron that had the Los Vaqueros logo on the front. Earlier that day, she decided she would make one with the 141’s logo on it. It was stained with mole, pork, and masa. There was a very large pot behind her on the stove filled to the brim with tamales. The food station was relatively clean after the mess she had made the previous day and that morning. She’d taken the time to put everything away and clean up. Although, there were still some corn husks left on the table. 

“Of course we can wait, lass!” Johnny called out from behind Ghost. Whose body took up much of the doorway. 

Then the group had the others waiting around go to sit at the tables while they waited for the tamales to finish cooking. When the ten minutes were up, the mess staff helped Canis distribute the tamales to the voraciously hungry soldiers and staff. They thought that the tamales would be gone by then but out came Canis with a large warming platter filled with tamales. 

“I saved a bunch for you guys, and there’s more in the freezer to be steamed later on.” Canis smiled at them, placing the platter of tamales onto the table. She gestured to the food. “Go ahead.”

Alejandro and Rudy were quick to place a hot tamale on their plates. They were not as careful to spread apart the corn husks and dug into the steaming meal. 

“Ah-Ah!” The two sucked in air to their mouths to cool off their burning tongues. 

Canis shook her head at the two traviesos. “Con cuidado! You’ll burn your tongues.”

“It tastes better when they’re hot and fresh.” Alejandro panted, still cooling his mouth. Canis rolled her eyes at him. 

On the other hand, the Brit and the Scot were going at their food at a much slower pace. They seemed to be enjoying themselves. 

“This is good, Canis.” Ghost looked at her. 

“Thank you, Ghost.” She smiled and her cheeks burned. Alejandro cleared his throat. 

“If a woman makes you tamales, she’s probably in love with you.” Alejandro smirked at her. The other men whipped their heads to look at her with wide eyes. Ghost squinted at her, an unfamiliar emotion in his dark eyes. Canis’ brow rose in question. “Who on the team have you fallen for, amiga?” 

“No one, Alejandro. I just wanted to make some tamales for everyone.” She side-eyed him. “It’s my Abuelita’s recipe. I was feeling a bit homesick so I made these to help cheer me up.”

Ghost hummed while Rudy and Johnny nodded their heads. 

“They’re the best thing I’ve ever eaten, and I’ve eaten lots of things, lass.” Johnny complimented. 

Canis chuckled. “I’m glad you guys are enjoying it.” She fiddled with her fingers. “I was worried that I’d mess it up or something. I even messaged my Abuelita about a few things.”

“Nothing to worry about Canis! They’re the most delicious tamales I’ve ever had.” Alejandro went to go back to eating but jolted upright. “Don’t tell my mama I said that!”

Canis and Rudy burst out laughing. Johnny grinned at them and Ghost ignored them. He basically inhaled the whole tamale in three bites, and was glancing at the plate of tamales. 

Canis noticed. 

“Who wants seconds?”

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Bonus:

“They remind me of my grandmother’s tamales.” Rudy teared up. “I miss her.”

“Ayy, don’t cry Rudy.” She pat his back. “Here, have another tamale.” 

Canis placed another wrapped tamale on his plate before turning back to the stove to finish cleaning up. She didn’t see the glint in his eyes nor the smirk on his lips, but Alejandro did. 

“Rudy, you cabrón! That’s your fourth one!”

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[doodleug]

Sigh. I guess I’m back. I like Bully Scholarship Edition now too.

[mr-1-2-3-4]

Boys. What did you do.- @pampanope

-Pixel and Delta run into 7-11’s office-

Pixel & Delta-“MOM!”

-7-11 screams and falls back in his chair before pulling himself up-

7-11-“WHAT IS IT!? Why are you trauma cases running in here like you pushed HiJack down the stairs!”

-7-11 thinks before looking at them-

7-11-“you pushed him down the stairs, didn't you.”

Pixel-“not on purpose”

7-11-“Explain what happened Conner, your punishment is speaking”

Delta-“well me and Ben were running around, we saw Vivamus. We swear to satan I did not see him, I ran passed him, next thing you know he fell down 4 flights of stairs”

7-11-“Conner, Beny”

Pixel-“what?”

7-11-“did you even check on him!? If he’s still hurt I’m pushing both of you off the roof”

-Pixel and Delta run off-

7-11-“you boys can’t run!”

Meanwhile-

HiJack-“it’s so lonely down here, I think I fell into the basement or a tunnel entrance”

-HiJack looks at the scraps and other robotic stuff around him-

HiJack-“this is not going to be cheap… I’m in so much pain…”

-HiJack just sees Konni soldiers in the shadows and calmly takes a deep breath-

HiJack-“this looks like the perfect time to scream at the top of my fucking lungs! AH-”

-a Konni soldier muffles him and another puts a foot on his robotic arm-

Canis-“don’t. Scream. And we won’t hurt you too badly”

-Canis said before crushing HiJack’s robotic hand-

[leothelilpotato]

Been daydreaming to myself, trying to get ideas.

Somehow, a CoD/Bully AU spawned in my head.

I haven't played Bully in a solid minute (half a year to be mostly exact), and I just finished my replay of OG MW2.

What.

[altcvnningham]

canis major

adler x bell!reader

summary: adler doesn’t go back to berlin to forget, but he isn’t so eager to remember, either. after leaving you for dead on that clifftop in the arctic, he knows best to leave the past well alone. too bad that past seems to be alive and walking right in front of him; though where he wants to forget, it seems you’ve already beaten him to the punch. or; bell survives solovetsky and only has a hole in her head and amnesia to show for it. read on ao3

tags/cw: bell!reader, amnesia, light angst, referenced adlerbell, somehow bell survives the ending of cw, adler can't let shit go, adler is not capable of remorse but mayyybe a lil guilt?? dog symbolism always, no pairing yet but hopefully i continue this as a spicy drabble series idk wc: 2.7k

a/n: sooo this is my first fic for the cod fandom and the first fic i've posted online in a long time so hopefully this lil ramble suffices!! i've had adlerbell brainrot and wanted to get at least something out before bo6 ruins all of my headcanons so here's a snippet of something i hopefully find the motivation to continue into a mini series. enjoy :')

Sometimes, he goes back to Berlin.

Stumbling out of the muggy bar into the dank alleyway out the back, Adler fishes out a pack of cigarettes from the front of his jacket; two firm knocks of it against his palm before he plucks one out with his mouth, pockets the box, and flips open his lighter. The clink of the metal echoes into the empty around him, the sudden quiet suffused with the sounds of passing cars on the street, muffled laughter from inside the bar, and the distant barking of dogs. Strays.

The cigarette ignites, glowing a cherry red, and he gasps around the filter greedily. Upon exhale, he sighs.

Adler isn’t a sentimental man by any means. What little he clings to, he does so with a loose grip, less than happy but stolid enough to allow whatever else he deems unnecessary slip through his fingers. Places, people. Things. Memories. Tucks the important things- logic, rationality, work, duty- into orderly compartments at the forefront of his mind, archived and marked off ‘til he needs it, while the rest, the mess, gets done away with, thrown into the great black gorge of oblivion. Anything else that stays- more often than not a thorn in his side, an unbidden, wriggling tumour he can’t find let alone cut out- is sequestered to a dark aperture in the back of his mind, anchored deep where it can’t come back up. Yet somehow, some nights, they always do. The smell of his ex-wife’s hair. The day he got his scar. Vietnam. The lab. Solovetsky—

The next word, the name, forks across his mind like lightning, and he bites his tongue before he can think it. It sits at the back of his mouth, nestled like an aching cavity in his molars. A tremulous breath that he forces down with another drag of his cigarette. Out with the rest. Out with the rest.

The barking doesn’t cease. Dogs, a pair of them, he can hear a couple streets over. He pictures them from the gravelly register of their snarling- maybe German Shepherds, a Bullmastiff or a Rottweiler. Their fight enunciated by the violent rattling of chain-link fences, segregated, the only threshold that keeps teeth from necks.

But no, not a sentimental man. He tells himself that the itch to revisit Berlin every Summer is for superficial reasons, and by no means is renting out a shithole hotel room opposite a sewer-laden river considered a vacation from anything other than the luxuries he gorges himself mindlessly on at home- maybe this is to keep him humble, more than anything. It doesn’t do well to remind himself of old times, not when he’s lived the life he has. Remembering seldom accompanies itself with the bittersweetness of reminiscence, and the taste it leaves in his mouth is always acrid. He doesn’t miss Berlin any more than he misses that dismal safehouse, or that sterile room he wheeled you into, questioned- tortured- no, interrogated- well, he doesn’t care to remind himself of the picture. Or the person he strapped to the gurney. But he catches himself thinking back to the city divided more than he likes to admit, and for whatever ostensible reason it is that drags him back here, he relents to it every time.

He tells himself it’s the weather, the cool rain a nice reprieve from the scorching California heat. Or that the food is better, not so much overprocessed shit and sugars. Can take his coffee as black as he likes without the waitress turning her nose up about it and double-triple-checking if he’s sure. And it’s the people, maybe, who leave him well enough alone. Or the drinks. The views, some places. The- air.

Not like Arctic air. Not like—

The one dog’s snarl rips bloodcurdling through the night, all froth and venom, and as the chain-link fence screeches and judders in its rusted welding the other mutt quiets a moment. Cowers under the meaner dog’s ferocity. Then, like it had been wounded, it lets out a low, anguished howl, beast reduced to a scared little pup. Adler holds the smoke in his chest around a stifled breath anticipating a release. But the first dog just grumbles, the fence clinks, and there isn’t much noise after that.

But the quiet doesn’t last long- just as Adler drops his cigarette and snuffs it with a wrench of his heel, another sound resonates, yowling through the alley.

The grinding of tires upon wet asphalt crunches from just beyond the alleyway entrance. The streetlamp overhanging the entryway glares bright yellow as it bounces off of the garishly coloured taxi cab, pulling up to a groaning halt outside the bar.

He thinks nothing of it, pulling at the collar of his leather jacket. It’s getting cold, and he’s left his drink inside. Wouldn’t want to waste good beer. Adler turns, and makes for the door.

And you step out of the car.

A half-finished cigarette bounces on the sidewalk before you exit, the softened heel of your boot following soon after in a splash upon the flooded curb. Your German is rusty- always has been- but it’s easy enough to utter a quick and easy danke as you pull yourself up out of the cab. The door shuts with a slam, and you tilt your head back to gaze up at the sign above the bar- Der Fluss Lethe glaring in faded lightbox red- and you let out a contented sigh, your breath suspended in the frigid air. Pink, bitten fingers pluck at your gloves, fingerless faded green knit, shovelling them into your jacket pocket.

Adler’s fist is already curled around the handle of the back door as he clocks your presence in his periphery, a stranger like any other- but your image resembles the one that coagulates in the borders of old memory, the dried blood of you he hasn’t been able to wash his hands of since ‘81. Enough that he does a double take, his eyes wide behind tinted glasses, and he stops, his heart following suit.

He’s seen enough bodies in his time to fill the morgue in his mind twice over, and plenty ghosts to wander coldly among the unmarked graves. Vietnam alone is an unwinding cemetery stretching endless, catacombs along the inside of his skull, lined with what his old shrink would call remorse. Guilt. As if the feeling mattered. As if self-reproach could turn self-flagellation into something so incandescent as redemption. As if the bile in the back of his throat could bring back the dead.

And it couldn’t, because it isn’t… that’s not—

Bell.

It’s in the way you stand, your back rigid, that slight slouch to your shoulders, always dragged down upon you like they bore the weight of the whole world (and they did, once, do you remember?). The pelting of rain smacks off of the lapels of your jacket and ricochets like stars, caught in the light of the streetlamp overhead, but for all he knows or cares it could be raining diamond and all he sees is you- the wrinkling of your nose as you accommodate to the cold, how your cheeks flush at the chill (as they had those nights he pulled you into the darkroom, evidence of your apprehension drowned in the red glow of safelights); your hair is longer, unkempt, but still that same colour (clumps he’d find in his clenched fist when you’d argue yourselves into a wrestling match, pinning each other by the throats to dented walls in Die Landebahn); that scar upon your brow; that wavering line of your lip, pursed and hiding behind your reticence as you always did, and your eyes- your eyes—

—you feel someone watching—

—your eyes turn, and fix upon him with the startled softness of a doe, hunter betrayed by the snapping of a branch underfoot. Adler’s heel crunches against broken glass, his hand lingering right in that threadbare threshold upon the doorhandle, and he can’t speak, can’t move, can’t think—

Open the door, Bell, open the door—

—and you stop outside the cab, your breath caught in your throat. You see a shadow in the alley, in the shape of a man.

The darkness of the alley gives enough cover that you don’t see much, but what you do make out of the man prickles at a part of your mind long dormant: the haughtily broad set of the shoulders; the halo of blond tinted red just beneath the flickering exit light above the door where he stands; the shadow of a strong, clenched jaw; and in the brief glinting of passing headlights as cars rush on behind you, you see a face half gorged by a thick, forked scar, a fissure struck down his furrowed expression. A pair of dark aviator glasses hide those eyes that you know are looking at you, reflecting back nothing but your own bewilderment.

There is something you know. Deep inside that half rotted head of yours, where an incomplete recollection of your existence before you awoke bleeding on that clifftop lies, you feel a twinge of recognition. Familiarity. Something. Something stirring deep in your marrow- a fear inherited, a conditioned surrender, a faded polaroid, a kiss? Your migraine, chronic, comes clawing back with a vengeance, as it does most nights, but this time with a savage fervour that wrenches your face into an involuntary grimace. Where the hole in your head had once been all those years ago it tickles and burns, burrowing into your brain and groping greedy fingers along remnants of memory. It claws at you, digging through your amygdala to find something fresh, something old, something palpable, real, something- anything. Searching what little remains visible to you in the thick fog of your own mind to pin a meaning to this feeling, an answer to your question, a name to that face.

You’ve seen him before. You swear. Somewhere. In a dream, reoccurring, behind a red door. You don’t know how, or why you’d think you recognise him- in those dreams, the door never even opens. Your hand ever stuck on the handle, jammed and impenetrable, what sits behind it forbidden to you. Like not even your own mind wants you to know. It confines you to your ignorance, almost blissful.

Adler’s heart kicks violently in his chest. He shot you. He killed you. He’d heard your death rattle on that clifftop in Solovetsky and the sound was almost like singing, your last word, your last breath. A miserere for your short and fractured life. And he’s looking at your ghost, standing there all owl-eyed and as beautiful as the day he found you bleeding out on that airstrip. Before he took you. Before he took you and collared you and made a damned mess of things.

The only thing separating you from the Bell he knows he killed- his Bell- is the star-shaped scar split across your left temple. The only wound he never had to sit and heal as he belligerently patched you up, poking and preening you like his prize dog. Yet in spite of never seeing it before, he recognises the wound all too well. He put it there himself.

And as you stand there for that brief moment- no more than twelve seconds stretched to an eternity- he thinks for a moment that you’ve put it together. You recognise him. You see him. As he is. You’ve figured him out, Bell, as you always do. You’re the only one to have gotten away with it, nearly. Or so he thought. And now he’s watching a corpse having dug itself out of the grave he put it in, standing there, staring at him. Suppose you’ve always been a dead man walking.

You could do it, he thinks. Turn. Fling your heel round and barrel towards him with all the enmity of a cornered animal. He thinks of the strays, barking. Can picture your mouth frothing at the sides as you sink your teeth down into him- gnarled canines, hooked to your chain-link fence- which he probably deserves. Not an unfamiliar feeling by any stretch, but one faraway enough to seem almost sweet now through the hazy lens of nostalgia. If there truly is a sentimental bone in his body after all, then maybe it’s just for that. Still, he holds his breath, awaiting the killing blow he’s surely due. But it never comes.

You release your held breath, finally, tearing your eyes away from the callous faced stranger. It’s a ridiculous notion. Just an uncanny instance of déjà vu. You don’t know that man any more than you know yourself. You settle on a more rational answer- just one of those faces. And with a disgruntled sigh you rub the scar upon your temple to soothe the ache, turn around, and enter the bar alone.

Adler sighs, his heart sinking from up high in his throat back down to his chest. His hand has latched onto the doorhandle for so long it’s gone numb from the cold, bruised knuckles bluer than they were before (bar fights- not here, but another, as there will always be). He wrestles his jaw pensively, knowing he ought to take it off, keep the door closed, turn away, and leave. Slink back, tail between his legs, to that shithole hotel room to drink himself into a stupor. Let you haunt him there, instead. As you always have.

But he doesn’t. He has no idea what idiocy compels him, what soft, dewy-eyed weak link in him snags on that chain, to willingly wander back into the viper den of reminiscence, but he wrenches his fist around the handle, pushes, and lets himself back into the bar, the thick, hot air hitting him like a drug that he breathes in, tart and sour with the cloy of sweat and alcohol but still faintly- just faintly- of you. Like rain carried along the wind.

And Russell Adler is not a sentimental man.

But from across the bar he hides behind his beer glass, watches as you move about, a phantom, weaving through the faceless mass of people celebrating a championship he cares nothing to follow. You take your order at the bar with a smile he’s never seen on you before, boots folded to tip-toes as you lean over the liquor-stickied top, your perfect mouth pink and sweet and laughing and alive. The world seems to move about you in a haze, an indistinct mist of blurred faces and bottled voices and beyond all the light and life and joy that seems to burn bright around you like a halo all he sees is you.

Maybe, then, he’s a fool.

But it isn’t lost on him, how your fingers skirt across your hair in an attempt to hide the scar upon your temple. Nor is it lost on him how you wince at the feeling, the stars in your eyes dimmed for just a split second as you shiver, like a touch imperceptible running fingers down your back. Nor even the way you fight the urge to look, to follow the feeling of his eyes fixed upon you, and surely not the way you lose that fight, surrendered to it, your sweet face turning and finding him in an instant. Without so much as trying, like instinct, like something as pathetic and saccharine as fate. Your heart called to it, a lighthouse in the fog. Port in the storm. Ships passing in the night but called crashing to the same shore.

(The pieces of you are scattered everywhere, Bell. He finds you in every split seam inside himself. Splintered shrapnel dug through his temporal lobe, severing synapses ‘til they go dark. Even stars die quicker than that. Quicker than you. Is that what it felt like for you, too? When the lights went out, was it him you last saw- or the sky, waxen, over the Arctic? A waning night, a distant moon. The inconsequence of death- brief celestial ephemera.)

The stranger across the bar looks at you, offering nary a smile, eyes indiscernible behind shadowed sunglasses. And where you ought to find his apparent coldness disconcerting, instead you wring out of your chest with a white-knuckled caress a feeling like… comfort.

Sometimes, Bell, you go back to Berlin. You don’t quite know why.

[windstalkerwolf]

[aquaberry-sweater]

[rose-icosahedron]

Minecraft lore no. 2: Food

this is a guide to all the potentially edible things that exist in minecraft if you want to put game-accurate food in your minecraft-based fics.

meat

chicken, beef, rabbit, pork, and mutton are common in most player's diets, however some other meats are considered delicacies by some.

bats, parrots, horses, polar bears, pandas, llamas, wolves, and strider meats are eaten by some, but considered morally abject by others.

some claim mooshroom and hoglin meat have distinct tastes from normal beef and pork, tests have proved mostly inconclusive in this matter for mooshroom meat compared to normal beef, but there is a notable textural difference between hoglin meat and normal pork

spiders, bees, and silverfish are also quite edible if one manages to defeat one, but some find the taste, and more often the concept of consuming insects rather objectionable. cave spiders however are best avoided due to the large amount of poison stored through out their bodies, and ender mites are best avoided due to the teleportation magic found within them, eating one often produces similar results to eating chorus fruit.

some consider dragon meat a delicacy, though many could do without due to how hard it is to slay a ender dragon, in addition to avoiding the large amounts of acid and magic stored within a dragon's body.

sea food:

salmon and cod are the most common sea food, however they are not the only edible animals found within the oceans and rivers of minecraft.

puffer fish is edible with proper preparation, but it is very ill-advised to eat one without proper training in puffer fish preparation.

some people will eat tropical fish, although due to the large amount of species, it is very possible to end up fishing up something poisonous without knowing

calamari is much less risky to acquire, but is objectionable to some. the eddiblity of glow squid has yet to be tested.

while technically edible, many people have moral reservations about eating turtle and dolphin meat.

other animal products:

there are many animal products aside from meat that can be eaten.

mushroom stew, a substance acquired by milking a mooshroom provides a thin milky stew with mushroom dispersed throughout. it however is not spiced in any meaningful way and in quite bland.

milk is gotten from cows via milking, and while it has very little nutritional value can counter the effects of most magical effects as well as providing being used in cooking in many ways. it can also be used to make butter and cheese, both of which are incredibly useful in a large amount of cooking.

honey can be found in beehives and is comprised of flower nectar and bee spit. it can be harvested to serve as a sweetener in many dishes, and can be drunken if you feel like it. 

chicken eggs are used in alot of cooking as a binding agent and source of protein. not recommend, but you can eat them raw. not recommended,  but you could mix raw eggs and honey to create rather monstrous drink.

dragon eggs are very rare, but sometimes eaten as a delicacy. they are fairly nutritionally similar to chicken eggs.

salmon roe or salmon eggs are small orange colored salty spheres that are often eaten raw.

the mushrooms that grow on mooshrooms can be harvested via shears and are virtually indistinguishable from other mushrooms.

fruit:

apples are a sweet fruit eaten raw or cooked into desserts

melons are large fruits that grow on a vine with soft red flesh, while they are very tasty they are not recommended for cooking

pumpkins are large orange gourds. the flesh is often used in baking of many kinds, and the seeds are roasted for a nice snack.

sweet berries while they are often eaten raw, they are also great for jam, baked goods, and even wine making.

rose hips not recommended to be eaten raw, they are good for jams, ketchup,  soups, and even tea.

cacao beans while they can be eaten raw, are often taken through a process of roasting, drying, and fermentation to be used for cocoa power and chocolate in many deserts and other recipes.

chorus fruit the strange fruits local to the end they are full of teleportation magic and need to be cooked to be safely eaten. they are often eaten raw, but are very dry. they are typically used in baking. they have a unique, but not particularly strong flavor.

vegetables:

potatoes are starchy tubers. they are used in alot of cooking. you know what potatoes are.

carrots are sweet root vegetables. they are eaten raw and used in cooking. you also know what carrots are.

beetroot used in stews, or pickled and eaten, cooked with, or used in salads.

leaves, petals, seeds:

kelp, not typically eaten raw, it is often dried, and used in cooking.

acorns nuts from dark oak trees, they need to be put through a blanching process to become palatable, and are often used to make acorn flour.

alium refers to a large group of plants, this includes chives, onions, and garlic.

tulips have edible petals that are eaten raw or candied

rose petals are edible, and while they can be eaten raw, are often candied or used to make rose water which is often used as flavoring in baking.

dandelions are completely edible, often used in salads.

spruce cones in the springtime when they are green they can be eaten raw or cooked and eaten whole(like a corn on the cob). during the winter the nuts can be extracted and eaten or used in cooking.

spruce tips are the fresh growth that can be found in the springtime, they can be eaten raw, dreid, canied, and used in cooking.

spruce needles are not particularly tasty, but can be eaten in a pinch, and can be used to make tea.

sunflower seeds can be eaten raw or roasted, can also be made into sunflower oil, which is very useful for cooking.

poppy seeds: while the majority of the plant is poisonous, te seeds are often used in cooking to add flavor.

fern tips: the growth tips of ferns, sometimes eaten raw, often pickled.

wheat is a basic grain typically used in baking and occasionally in stews.

fungus:

brown mushrooms are one kind of mushroom found through the overworld, can be eaten raw, also used in cooking.

red mushrooms: another kind of mushroom native to the overworld,  usually used in cooking.

crimson fungus is from the nether and is very dry and fibrous, typically used in cooking if eaten at all.

crimson roots are roots put off from crimson fungus trees. when grated they have a strangely peppery taste and are used as a spice.

other:

spruce and birch inner bark are edible and used as flavoring.

some varieties of jungle tree bark is literally just cinnamon

orchids are typically poisonous, but one verifies seeds are used as a common flavoring in baking. (vanilla beans)

water is water, sea water can be boiled to make sea salt.

this has been an overview of all the potentially edible things in minecraft. (the base ingredients) have fun with your fic writing.

[easterncoyoteenthusiast]

Attitudes Towards Coyotes

Coywolves can live successfully in a variety of habitats (for related information, see my post on range/diet). The primary sources of mortality in the majority of these environments are anthropogenic (i.e., trapping, shooting, car accidents, and poisoning). Poisoning remained a widespread method of predator eradication until 1972, when its use on federal lands was banned in the United States; the use of household rodenticides is, however, still allowed.

Though a portion of the general public has become sympathetic towards these animals in recent years [1-2], deliberate killings still occur on city margins. An example of this was discovered during a 2005 study of a pack of coyotes in eastern Massachusetts [3]. Activity and movement patterns in this study were typical; the coyotes did not kill local pets or physically endanger citizens, but rather increased their nocturnal behavior to avoid people and displayed territorial behavior towards transient individuals. Even so, sightings of the individuals in this pack—Maeve, Jet, and Cour—led to some upset.

All three individuals were found dead during the study; in each case, the cause of death was ruled an anticoagulant pesticide (Brodifacoum, a second-generation poison and active ingredient in some forms of rat poison). Because all three displayed no abnormal behavior in the week leading up to their deaths and all died in less than a week, it is likely that, rather than having eaten poisoned prey, they were purposefully dosed at high concentrations.

Public support for the lethal management of carnivores has noticeably declined over time. Jackman and Way surveyed Cape Cod voters to examine “knowledge of and attitudes toward current coyote hunting policies and practices in Massachusetts” [1, p. 188]. Knowledge was largely limited, with only 40% being aware that Massachusetts has a hunting season for coyotes and 14% being aware that there are no bag limits—meaning a hunter can kill as many coyotes as they want. Responses to the survey indicated that only 23% supported the no-bag limits; the “only group to include majority support (62%)” [1, p. 190] comprised frequent hunters, who represented only a small percentage of the sampled public.

Anyone wishing to determine shifts in attitude towards and/or awareness of coywolves should consider the use of surveys à la Jackman and Way [1]. I wanted to incorporate a survey to determine whether residents of Massachusetts and Pennsylvania (where I am currently based) had noticeably different stances, but I did not give myself enough time to get IRB approval and properly analyze data. I would also recommend a potential partnership with an ecologist and/or biologist. Because I am an anthropologist and have little background in those fields, I was therefore somewhat limited in my view/understanding.

References:

[1] Jackman, J.L. & Way, J.G. (2017). Once I found out: Awareness of and attitudes toward coyote hunting policies in Massachusetts. Human Dimensions of Wildlife, 23(2), 187-195. https://doi.org/10.1080/10871209.2017.1397824

[2] Way, J.G. (2021). Coywolf: Eastern coyote genetics, ecology, management, and politics. Eastern Coyote/Coywolf Research, Barnstable, Massachusetts. www.easterncoyoteresearch.com/Coywolf/

[3] Way, J.G., Cifuni, S.M., Eatough, D.L., & Strauss, E.G. (2006). Rat poison kills a pack of eastern coyotes, Canis latrans, in an urban area. Canadian Field Naturalist, 120(4), 478-480.

TL;DR:

Coywolf mortality is largely anthropogenic

Attitudes towards coywolves have improved over time

Massachusetts and Pennsylvania have no bag limits on coyotes; Pennsylvania has no set hunting season

Hybridization | DNA Analyses | Range & Diet | Behavior & Ecology | Conservation | The Anthropocene

[appleciderp]

I got tagged by both @dismightyman AND @fornhaus, again, I'm in high demand as usual.

tea, coffee, or soda?

Depends on the situation. caffeine purposes? Tea. with a meal? a soda Gun to my head and I had to pick only one to drink for the rest of my life and would be allergic to the rest or wtv. Tea.

dogs or cats?

This is gonna get me kicked out of the cool kids club. I'm a dog person, through and through. I always said I was never gonna get a cat before Maple, and I'm convinced I will not get a cat after Maple. I like cats, I even prefer cats as patients. But I find that they really need a certain personality for me to want to own one. While dogs I would kidnap 99% of them if given the chance.

can you play an instrument?

No I cannot :) I already said the violin story in VC but I'll tell the flute story now! So I started drawing in 6th grade, but in 5th, you had to pick between art and music and stick with it until 8th grade. So I was stuck in a music class when I wanted to be in art, and I'm usually very averse to conflict when it comes to things like that. ANYWAYS. I chose a flute (specifically flûte traversière, but idk the name in English) and I was stuck with that instrument for 2 whole years. You may be asking at this point, how did you pass music class and not know how to play the instrument? I only learned the buttons to press whenever we had a test. During the few concerns I did with that Flute, me and the other girl playing flute legit did not play at all and just spammed buttons. The biggest concert we played was at the high school, and we chewed gum throughout. We were never found out.

what's your sun sign?

Saggititties. (both my sun and moon is Sagittarius)

first song lyrics that pop into your head?

I'm actively listening to music rn, so idfk. Lemme pause for a hot minute

"I'm an astronaut, baby I work in the night I'm a certain kind of crazy I live in my mind" - Keaton Henson, Career Day

do you have any tattoos?

1 so far. Canis Majoris on my inner right forearm, although it blew out and isn't really pretty. I do have 6 ideas on my "100% getting when I find an artist I like locally and have the money"

favorite place you've traveled

I've traveled decently, and I consider myself lucky that I could. Oddly enough, the spot I'd consider my favorite place is about 40 minutes away. I'm not gonna dox myself publically by saying what it's called because it's legit in the middle of nowhere. But there's a small run-down chapel and an old graveyard nearby, and a gorgeous view of the Bay of Fundy. It smells of sweetgrass in the summer. Whenever I go there I just feel at ease, like all my problems fly away. I've brought most of my favorite people there for picnics, but it's always nearly empty (except when there are powwows) Lemme grab the picture I took of Cedar when we went there last year!

what's the last movie you watched?

I genuinely don't remember? I don't watch movies that often.

you can hang out with one fictional character for an hour - who is it?

Honestly? None? Most of the fictional characters are people I would not interact with irl.

compliment yourself:

no <3

Since Mighty tagged Tav, I'll tag the rest of the VC crew: @empresscirque

@spookykittenwrites

@leathfaic (unsure if you want me to tag ur legit acct or not, so I'll stick with the CoD one)

[mr-1-2-3-4]

✨Nana 7s✨- @pampanope

7-11-“OK! Grandma’s here! Where’s that baby, gimme gimme, come on where is she!”

HiJack-“h-”

7-11-“yes, I see you son, you and your Konni boyfriend are chop mutton😒, where’s Oliver!”

-Oliver tugs on 7-11’s pant leg and 7-11 immediately picks her up-

7-11-“AH! There she is:)”

-HiJack looks at the bag full of young toddler clothes and other stuff-

HiJack-“I told you not to buy anything.”

7-11-“I know but Emile’s credit card practically jumped in my pocket~”

[RED]-“what-”

HiJack-“you’re a pain”

Oliver-“Nana 7s is concerning.”

7-11-“did she just talk!?”

HiJack-“trust me she’s really smart and just doesn’t talk a lot.”

When 7-11 finally leaves-

7-11-“no pressure but, Nana 7s wants another one”

-Canis grabs HiJack’s waist-

7-11-“make it happen”

HiJack-“for Lucifer’s sake she’s adopted-”

[blackdarkprinces]

Domande random; me lo inviate un numerino? Ho trovato queste domande in giro per tumblr e ho deciso di tradurle dall'inglese all'italiano. Enjoy! 1: Quanto vorresti essere alto (o basso)?1.70 2: Qual è l'animale domestico dei tuoi sogni? (Che sia reale o no) Cavallo 3: Hai uno stile di abbigliamento preferito? no 4: Qual è il tuo video game preferito? COD 5: Tre cose o persone a cui pensi di più ogni giorno: Il Mio Tipo

[animalinelmondodeldiritto-blog]

Responsabilità per danni causati da animali

La responsabilità per danni cagionati da animali è disciplinata dall'art. 2052 cod. civ.: "Il proprietario di un animale o chi se ne serve per il tempo in cui lo ha in uso, è responsabile dei danni cagionati dall'animale, sia che fosse sotto la sua custodia, sia che fosse smarrito o fuggito, salvo che provi il caso fortuito" .

PRESUPPOSTI:

- proprietà o uso dell’animale

- nesso di causalità tra l’azione dell’animale ed il danno.

L’orientamento giurisprudenziale prevalente riconduce la fattispecie del danno cagionato da animali in custodia tra i casi di RESPONSABILITA’ PRESUNTA: la presunzione di responsabilità del proprietario o di chi si serve di un animale, ex art. 2052 c.c., si fonda non su un comportamento o un'attività (commissiva od omissiva) ma su una RELAZIONE DI FATTO (di proprietà o di uso, fondante la custodia e la sorveglianza) intercorrente tra questi e l’animale.

CHI E' IL PROPRIETARIO? CHI E' L'UTILIZZATORE?

- Il PROPRIETARIO è colui che ha un effettivo potere di controllo sull’animale.

- UTILIZZATORE è colui che, con il consenso del proprietario, impiega l’animale per trarne beneficio (che non deve essere necessariamente economico). La responsabilità rappresenta quindi la contropartita dei vantaggi ricevuti con l’utilizzo dell’animale (“cuius commoda eius et incommoda”).

PROVA LIBERATORIA: CASO FORTUITO

Il convenuto in giudizio, per liberarsi dalla responsabilità, dovrà provare il caso fortuito che consiste in un fatto esterno, imprevedibile, eccezionale, dipendente dalla colpa dello stesso danneggiato o di un terzo.

Faccio alcuni esempi, basandomi sulla casistica giurisprudenziale, per descrivere meglio in cosa consiste il "fatto colposo del danneggiato" ed il “concetto di imprevedibilità”.

-Una donna, esperta cavallerizza, entra nel “paddock”di un circolo ippico, dove è custodito un cavallo. Il cavallo scalcia e viene colpita al volto. La donna chiede di essere risarcita dal gestore del maneggio.

La CASSAZIONE CIVILE (Cass. Civ. Sentenza n. 25223/2015) ha ritenuto riscontrabile il caso fortuito, conseguente al fatto colposo del danneggiato, perché la danneggiata, in quanto esperta cavallerizza, entrando nel “paddock”, ha accettato il rischio dell’evento, ponendo in essere un comportamento volontario e cosciente di cui si è assunta la responsabilità.

-Un uomo, in un’area verde con i suoi cani, offre un biscotto ad un altro cane che si trovava con il proprietario. L’animale, conosciuto dal danneggiato, vede il biscotto e corre a prenderlo ma nell’eccitazione per il “premietto” offerto urta l’uomo che cade a terra e si frattura alcune ossa della gamba.

Il danneggiato chiede di essere risarcito dal proprietario del cane danneggiante.

IL TRIBUNALE DI MILANO (Sentenza del 5 giugno 2017, n. 6345) nell'esprimersi sulla vicenda ritiene che è noto “… secondo l'id quod plerumque accidit, che offrire del cibo agli animali li attira verso di sé e che, proprio perché esseri privi di raziocinio, il recupero del cibo e le conseguenti manifestazioni di affetto possono avvenire secondo le modalità più varie (anche sproporzionate, insolite o imprevedibili), si può presumere che nel compiere tale gesto l'attore potesse agevolmente rappresentarsi tali conseguenze e, ciononostante, ne abbia accettato il rischio.”

La responsabilità del proprietario del cane e/o degli altri soggetti equiparati, ex art. 2052 c.c. , non può estendersi fino a coprire anche gli atti volontari posti in essere dagli utenti come, appunto, quello di chi ha provocato intenzionalmente la corsa del cane verso di sé (richiama la sentenza della Cassazione sopra citata).

SUL CONCETTO DI IMPREVEDIBILITA’

- un cane scappa da un cancello a causa di un ripetuto guasto elettrico e morde due persone.

La CASSAZIONE CIVILE, nel caso di specie, non ritiene l’evento “imprevedibile” ed idoneo ad escludere la responsabilità del proprietario per il fatto che il cancello aveva già dato in passato problemi a causa di guasti elettrici.

- un’allieva cade da cavallo durante una lezione di equitazione.

Il gestore del maneggio viene ritenuto responsabile in quanto: “non può attribuirsi efficacia liberatoria alla semplice prova dell'uso della normale diligenza nella custodia dell'animale stesso o della mansuetudine di questo, essendo irrilevante che il danno sia stato causato da impulsi interni imprevedibili o inevitabili. L'animale, infatti, sensu caret e l'imprevedibilità dei suoi comportamenti non può per ciò costituire un caso fortuito, costituendo anzi una caratteristica ontologica di ogni essere privo di raziocinio”. Interessante in questa sentenza è anche la disamina tra art 2050 e 2052 c.c. ma avrà una trattazione a parte (Cass. Civ. sentenza n.7093/15).

- un cane rompe la catena alla quale era legato ed aggredisce una passante.

CORTE DI CASSAZIONE: “la circostanza che il cane abbia rotto la catena aggredendo un passante non esonera il proprietario da responsabilità poiché il proprietario ha sempre l'obbligo di verificare, per evitare danni a terzi, che la postazione del cane sia effettivamente sicura quindi deve controllare che la catena sia ben ancorata e in un buono stato di manutenzione”

In conclusione: il caso fortuito deve consistere in un fatto esterno imprevedibile idoneo ad interrompere in nesso causale tra l’azione dell’animale e l’evento. La prova del caso fortuito spetta al proprietario o all’utilizzatore dell’animale.

Avv. Laura Queirolo

www.animalinelmondodeldiritto.it

[kawaiiinulove-blog]

A Man’s Best Friend

Have you ever heard about the word “canines”? This is another term for dogs which came from the Latin word, canis. Dogs are considered as “man’s bestfriend”. Sounds cliché, but definitely the truth. Did you know that around thirty million dogs in the United States are registered as pets? Dogs, if treated well, can absolutely be, not just only a pet, but a friend, a family, and even a listener.

 Dogs have been domesticated for most of human history and have thus endeared themselves to many over the years. There are a lot of stories about the bravery of dogs and how heroic they are, but they are still a source of genuine delight to their owners. A dog fits easily into family life, for it thrives on praise and affection. When a person decides to own a dog, he should be prepared to care for it properly.

 Dogs exist in a wide range of sizes, colors, and temperaments. Hey can be tame or wild, small or big, furry or not, calm or aggressive, trained or untrained. Dogs have been with humans since prehistoric times but they don’t get to live forever. The normal life span of a small or medium-size dog is about 15 years. A large dog lives only about 10 years, however.

 Most of us are familiar with dogs, but we are not familiar with the different types and breeds of dogs. The American Kennel Club (AKC) recognizes six groups/types of dogs: SPORTING DOGS hunt, locate, and retrieve game birds. (e.g: Pointer, Golden Retriever, Labrador Retriever) HOUNDS hunt all game except birds. (e.g: Beagle, Bloodhound, Dachshund, Greyhound) WORKING DOGS can do such jobs as herding farm animals, pulling sleds and carts, and guarding life and property. (e.g: Alaskan Malamute, German Shepherd, Great Dane, Rottweiler, Siberian Husky) TERRIERS were once bred to ferret out rodents but are now bred as house pets. (e.g: Irish Terrier, Ausralian Terrier, Miniature Schnauzer) TOYS are tiny dogs bred mainly as pets, (e.g: Japanese Spaniel, Maltese, Pomeranian, Pug, Shih Tzu) and NON-SPORTING DOGS are those purebreds not included in the other categories. (e.g: Bulldog, Chow chow, Dalmatian, Poodle)

 Dogs adapt well to apartment living for they can sometimes be quiet, calm and also polite to other residents. Dogs are affectionate with family. Some breeds are independent and aloof even if they’ve been raised by the same person since puppyhood while some shower the whole family with affection. Most dogs who were raised inside a home with people around feel more comfortable and they can also bond more easily. Dogs can also be incredibly child friendly because some dogs have this attitude of being gentle with children. Most dogs have high sensitivity level because they can hear or feel something quickly. Dogs with low sensitivity level are often called easygoing, tolerant, resilient and even thick-skinned. Dogs having a lot of fur are dogs that can easily feel hotness while dogs who have very short coats are those who can tolerate hot weather but also get cod easily.

 The partnership between dog and master has long been shown in paintings and other art forms and in writings. Most experts believe the dog was domesticated only within the last 15,000 years. Throughout the years, dogs have been bred for many reasons, such as for hunting, herding and guarding. People have been paid for this long partnership and rapport with the dog. Care and love have been exchanged for loyalty, companionship, and fun.

 Here are some additional facts about dogs:

 A dog is more apt to chase and perhaps bite a stranger who runs away from it than a person who remains still. Smell is a dog’s sharpest sense. When a dog is hot, it pants with its tongue hanging out so that the perspiration from the tongue will evaporate and cool the animal. A dog has 42 teeth, 20 in the upper jaw and 22 in the lower jaw. Each of the dog’s body cells contains 39 pairs of chromosomes, the most of any mammal. And a dog experiences emotion. For example, it appears to become upset during a family dispute, and it apparently suffers anxiety when lost.

 Dogs offer more than just companionship. If you’ve got a furry friend already, you likely have quite a few reasons to thank your dog. Dog owners are less likely to suffer from depression than non-pet owners because they make you happier. You’ll feel less stressed. Petting your dog, playing with your dog, and simply watching your dog can help you feel more calm and relaxed, reducing stress and increasing happiness.

 You’ll exercise more! Owning a dog can motivate you to exercise every day. You’re also getting a walk when you take your dog out; taking your dog for a 30 minute walk every day can greatly improve your health. Walking your dog helps you stay more active than people who don’t have to walk the dog. Step aside, kitties! Dogs can help us to be less likely to have allergies. Living in a home with a dog can help kids grow up to have an increased immunity to pet allergies later in life. Also have a lower risk of developing eczema.

 They may save your lives! A dog’s amazing sense of smell can be used for a variety of purposes, including cancer detection. There have been stories of pups who continued to lick and sniff at moles or lumps in their masters’ bodies, who eventually found out that those skin conditions were cancerous. One of the unexpected benefits of having a dog is that it at even save your life by helping you to detect cancer.

 You are safe! Dogs can be an effective home security. They innately learn to watch and be aware of anything rotten coming your way. Improves your social life! When you own a dog, you are forced to interact with people because you have to walk that dog in public. Those of you with pups know that even going on a walk in the neighborhood can bring many friends and it might also help you get a date.

 Makes us appreciate the simplest things! Homans presents one of the best arguments for why a dog is a great asset to one’s life: The dog “takes us back to simpler modes of interaction”. Homans wrote, “In a world of email and texting and videoconferencing, a relationship with a dog is unmediated by technology”. Couldn’t we all use a cuddly canine to tear us away from our smartphones?

 On the other hand, there are some disadvantages in owning a dog.

 You need to be committed. A dog is not happy if he doesn’t have daily exercise and can only do his business in the backyard or at the street corner. That is why it is harder to have a dog, especially a big one, inside the city. Dogs need to run, enjoy their freedom, and use their noses in natural surroundings. So if you don’t live close to a park, forest, or other green area, you should consider not getting a dog.

 Always ready your wallet. You need to buy dog food, go to the vet at least once a year (provided your dog is healthy), and buy a kennel when you go on vacation. Dog kennels aren’t cheap.

 Be aware that whenever yo go on a trip, even if t is only for a couple of days, you will need someone to watch your dog. Whether a close relative, a friend, or a dog kennel, it needs to be someone who has at least some knowledge about dogs and how to take care of them.

 Training is a commitment. Some people don’t like it if dogs jump on them, especially when their paws are wet or dirty, and it is always useful when a dog is trained to sit. Dogs should know their limits like what is their food and what is ours, which areas (like the couch or the bed) are off-limits, and most important of all, their business has to be done outside (the latter requires a lot of time and patience and needs to be taught from the very beginning to avoid raising a problem dog).

 Despite of these disadvantages, dogs are and will always be one of the sweetest animals in the world. Dogs doesn’t care if we’re ugly or good-looking, old or young, smart or not, rich or poor. They will always love us for who we are, and stay with us wherever we go – Dogs are surely the best!

Main Idea:

The main idea is that the dog is man's best friend

Group Synthesis:

The article that we made is all about dogs. It covers a lot of information related to dogs. It’s importance, advantages, disadvantages, types and also their characteristics. The Article also states the different kinds of dogs or their breed.

           If you are a dog owner, this article will help you know the personality of your dog and what type of dog it is. It will also teach you on how to properly take care of your dog. Dogs can be wild or tame, big or small, trained or untrained, your best friend or enemy and a lot more. This article will let realize that dogs can also be a part of our family for a lot of reasons.

           Dogs are the best type of animal. They guard your house. They inform you if there’s a stranger outside your house through barking. They will also accompany you wherever you go. They will protect you and also play with you when you’re bored.

           After reading the article, it will make you realize that a dog can be your guard, your playmate, a pet but it can also be your friend. Indeed, a dog is a man’s best friend.

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[princessdimondheart]

💀COD: Modern Warfare II Masterlist💀

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Note: Posts irregular. Any x Reader posts are usually female unless marked otherwise. All character headers are created by myself so please don't use without permission. I DO NOT give permission to repost on other sites, translate or otherwise copy/plagiarize any of my works. Thank you.

Last Update: 4/20/2024 USA

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Task Force 141

That Time of the Month | TF-141 x Reader | Oneshot | 🥺

➖ Reader gets her period.

It’s The Dog | Ghost x f! OC | 🔪😭🔥🥺

➖A Ghost and a woman and a dog…. What could go wrong?

Prologue | Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 | Ch.5 [Soon]

Hot Tamales | Ghost x Canis + TF-141 + Los Vaqueros | Oneshot | 🥺

➖ Canis is homesick so she makes everyone some tamales. The team loves them.

Interlude: It’s The Puppy | Canis + Riley | Oneshot | 🥺 [Soon] ➖ The time Riley came into Canis’ life.

Tells | Ghost x Secret Wife! Reader | Oneshot | 🥺

➖Johnny meets his L.t.’s wife after realizing that he should have known about her long ago. 

Friendly Ghosts in the Shadows | Ghost x Reader | Oneshot | 🔪 🥺

➖Reader runs into Task Force 141, after they completed their mission, under not so good circumstances. Ghost is intimidating to certain people and he walks her home.

Until I Found You | Ghost x Reader | Oneshot | (Soon)

➖(Summary soon, in process of writing)

The Twins | Ghost x Reader | Oneshot | 🔪😭🥺

➖Ghost meets the children he never knew he had… but in the worst case scenario.

Rave | Gaz x Reader | Oneshot | 🔥😭

➖How Kyle met the love of his life while covered in holo glitter.

Sea of Cortéz | Price x Daughter! Reader x OC | Oneshot/Series TBD | 🔪😭

➖While John conversed a lot with his daughter through text, the last time Price physically saw his daughter was several years ago. The Captain learns that his daughter isn’t who he thought she was. Now just who the hell was on the other side of that damn phone?

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.?

Incorrect MWII Quotes:

1 - Ovulating | Ghost x Reader

2 - Proposal | Soap x Reader

3 - Pink Mug | Ghost x Reader

4 - Your Son | Ghost x Reader + Soap

5 - Dress Up | Ghost x Reader + TF 141 + Shepherd

6 - Pspsps | König x Reader

7 - Baby Knife | Ghost x Reader + Baby #2

8 - Section 8 | Canis (It’s The Dog) + Riley + Instructors

9 - Wake Up~ | Ghost x Reader + Soap | Video

10 - Bloody Carpet | Price + Teen! Reader + Mrs. Price

11 - He Don’t Bite | Canis + Riley + AQ Member

12 - Like a Tree | König x Reader

13 - .exe | Ghost x Pregnant! Reader

14 - Kabedon | König x Reader

15 - Happy Birthday | Ghost x Reader + TF-141

16 - Boston Tea Party | TF-141 + Reader

17 - Cucaracha | Roach x Reader

18 - Burn Them Off | Soap x Reader

19 - Period. | TF-141 + Reader + Dumb Privates

20 - Boobs | Ghost x Reader

21 - Double. D. | TF-141

22 - Bed Sheets | TF-141 + Reader | Halloween

23 - Sunset | Soap x Reader

24 - Turducken | TF-141 + Reader | Thanksgiving

25 - GRADUATION | Ghost x Reader + TF-141

26 - New Year | TF-141

27 - Valentine’s Day | TF-141 + Reader