#cod halloween special

[lycheedr3ams]

Do you think werewolf!Konig can smell when his s/o is ovulating? If yes, how does he deal with it?

short answer: yes. irl, women do actually release different scents when we are ovulating, but the awareness of this scent is more of an unconscious biological process. but for werewolf!konig, this would absolutely be a conscious thing

long answer MDNI below the cut

TW: mentions of discharge, konig is a werewolf so everything along with that, predator/prey dynamics, mentions of breeding, roughness

oh, oh yes. canines in general have a strong sense of smell. and konig being the literal and metaphorical beast that he is would certainly have an above average smell while in human form, and a perfect sense of smell in werewolf form.

your discharge also smells differently during ovulation, and of course he could never not notice that change in scent. he doesn't even do it intentionally: you could just be taking off some old panties to change into new ones for bed, and the scent would hit him from across the room. and this scent, whether he caught some of it in human or in werewolf form, would nearly turn him feral every time.

his pupils would get bigger. his muscles would tense up. knowing that your soft and sweet body had no choice but to yearn to be bred just sent him over the edge, because who else would be better than him for breeding you?

konig would always be rougher with you during your ovulation; your scent is just too good for him to not think about anything except filling you up so many times that it began to leak out of you. you could handle this roughness from him while in his human form.

but in his werewolf form? he had to hold back. as much as he hated it, he had to. because if not, he would truly injure you. his cock while in werewolf form is twice the size of his human one, turning the edges of your vision black as you moaned and gasped as this 14 foot man-beast, hot with fur and raw power, held you down and fucked you endlessly. konig couldn't help but growl gutturally when he felt you clench around him, or when he heard your sweet and pleading moans. when he'd clench his sharp teeth together to keep from cumming too soon, his lips unconsciously turning up to reveal those killing teeth, he would accidentally drool down onto your tits or your back. not that either of you cared.

it always stung so sweetly when konig knotted you as he released his cum deep inside you, his perfect little human mate. you would be halfway conscious at this point, but so beyond satisfied that it was worth it every time.

[welldonekhushi]

Wolf-Bound

Part One of "Wolf-Bound"

Summary: The 141 was sent to the Scottish Highlands by General Shepherd, for a mission. Turns out they meet with something unexpected. Would they escape before it's too late?

Warnings: Horror elements, disturbing content, you've been warned!

Inspired from the movie, Dog Soldiers! If you haven't watched the movie, you should! It'll just help you understand the story better ;)

"Rumours say that here, in this forest, there have been mysterious killings of people here, whoever could have entered in never came back alive." Ghost said.

"And when we discovered their bodies, they were likely ripped in shreds.. their body parts, and insides, all eaten or chopped up." Soap concluded.

"That sounds too.. disturbing yet disgusting.." Roach cleared his throat, trying not to even picturise the setting. "Why would they even send us to a mission like this?"

"Could be just a made up joke to piss others off." Price charged his rifle. "But keep watching your sectors, anyway." Price told his unit to keep a dead silence for a while, from the surroundings that looked way too suspicious and dangerous to even let out a sound. Ghost, Soap and Roach were armed with their weapons, being alert from every side, with their fingers already on the trigger.

Nervousness filled inside the atmosphere where there was just too much silence. Silence that you cannot even hear the wind anymore. The forest grew more dark and eerie the moment they were stepping inside the area, so they needed the support of night vision to look further.

"Switch to night vision." Price rolled down his night vision goggles, and so do the others. With their sights now clearly seeing the darker part of the forest, it was now time for more caution. Searching through any activity, while following the Captain through the shady areas of the forest at night. Suddenly, Price stopped them in between, while they were investigating, and the three held in their positions. Price was walking towards the thing he saw in front of him.. a dead body of an animal, lying down while it's belly was ripped apart.

".. looks like the rumours were true." Price looked at his team. "There is something in this forest." The Captain got up, and charged his weapon, along with the others who were guarding each other. They kept on checking the trees, the dark areas, and all such till the time they heard a snarling sound.

".. what was that?" Roach was the first one to react to it.

They all clenched onto their weapons tighter, and gulped the liquid in their throats. The snarls turned out to be growls later on, and felt danger close.

"Boys.. be ready." Price warned his unit, to fire at will. And when danger was imminent, a slight distraction hit the team for a while, as a tree branch falls beside them. And all of a sudden, they were met with a person who was coming towards their direction, holding onto his chest tight. He looked bloodied, and severely injured.

Price was the one who noticed. ".. Shepherd?"

"There was supposed to be only one!" Shepherd groaned, and then fell down on the ground, growling in pain. "I-it can't be!"

Price was seeing the General, passed out on the ground. "What are you doing here?"

Before he can ask Shepherd for what's happening, Soap caught attention somewhere. "We've got something more incoming."

They all drew their guns in the air again, as now, a pack of wolves tried to attack them, and began approaching the team.

"Open fire!" Price shouted and then team sprayed bullets all over the place and hid in their positions to defend themselves from the wolves. There were three-four of them, trying to ambush the team. They tried shooting the wolves but it felt they were invincible to it. Shepherd crouched down to the ground, defending himself. No wonder whole defending their positions, Price didn't realise that a wolf just attacked him, and left him heavily injured as he cried out loud in pain.

"Price!" Soap shouted at his captain, who passed out in injury, and tried to fend off with the wolves himself by killing them properly. After dealing with the wolves, Soap and the others approached towards Price, who was still unconscious.

"Price! Price stay with us!" He tried to wake up Price but the injury was too deep. "Ghost, get the first aid, now!"

Ghost takes out a first aid kit out of his bag and uses it to bandage the wound. Soap tries to contact the HQ for assistance.

"Abort mission, abort mission! This is Hotel Six, we're turning back, I repeat, we have to turn back! We are being ambushed, we need back up and immediate assistance, over!" Soap was crying through the comms, calling for help while Ghost and Roach help Price get up from his passed out state. Shepherd watched everything happen through his eyes, while holding onto his injury.

".. this shouldn't be happening.." Soap was trying to find some contact, but unsuccessfully. The signals were coming off choppy, and the response was unclear befiore they can finally lose it. "Bollocks!"

"What just happened, Soap?!" Ghost cried.

"We lost the bloody signal! Don't stop!" Soap replied, and ordered his unit to find another hiding spot, while Roach held Price in his arms, still unconscious from the heavy wound from the wolf which attacked him.

"Why do we feel this mission was all a bust anyway?!" Roach said panickly.

"This was never a bust! This wasn't according to the plan, Sergeant! Get your eyes on the ground and find some shelter!" Soap replied angrily and tried finding a place where they can be secured from the wolves.

They take shelter from a pit beside them, as the team hides themselves there, dropping Price gently on the ground while he pants for air. Ghost tries to put pressure on the wound, to let the bleeding stop but Price was rolling off his eyes like he was in a near-death experience.

"S-Soap.." He said in a croaky voice.

"Don't worry, Captain. You'll be alright!" Ghost assured while he helped the soldier revive.

"Never knew we'll even be under wolf attack." Soap was at gunpoint, aiming his rifle out along with Roach. ".. this wasn't in the plan, I thought Shepherd said it would be safe!"

"Likely this doesn't feel good when we're even now out of signal. There could have been backup, at least!"

"Ask Shepherd He told we don't even need a backup." Soap looked at Shepherd, disappointingly.

"For starters, I thought it was safe. But I never knew I underestimated the thing in the shadows." Shepherd groaned.

Price let out a gutteral moan and whimpered, coughed out the dust inside him. Ghost looked at his bandaged wound, that was bleeding too much and cannot be stopped if not found any sort of assistance quickly.

"Price's not doing good, Soap. I'm afraid we might lose him." Ghost spoke in a timid voice.

"He's a hard bastard, trust me, he'll make it." Soap replied, with confidence.

".. I feel them coming, sir.." Roach said in a worried tone, his hands shivering already for what he witnessed.

"We'd handle them. Get your guts to fight on, Sergeant." Soap replied.

The growling and snarls were heard once more, bringing the attention of the task force back to the forest. Reloading their guns, they look through their sides, and suddenly Soap caught somebody's attention and began to shoot it's bullets over the target, but it evaded every step of the way because of it's fast instincts. Roach too kept attention of his surroundings, while Ghost still kept Price inbound, fighting to survive.

"On my go.. we will run again! Ghost, keep Price and Shepherd ready with you." Soap shoots the evading targets again and they all wait for the order to run again.

"Three!" They all began to walk back slowly, keeping attention of their surrounds. "Two.. one.. GO!

Soap and his team then began to run away, almost reaching at the other side of the forest where they landed, hoping to find a signal there.

"Does anyone copy?! HQ?! Anyone?!" Soap kept on shouting at the top of his lungs while he tried catching a signal, but it seemed way too impossible for the 141 being in a forest, being almost attacked and unable to achieve any connection back.

"What are we gonna do now?!" Roach said while running along with the team.

"Just keep moving and don't stop! We might find any help soon!" While running their feet, Roach suddenly tripped over a rock and fell down on the ground, making the group turn their backs quickly.

"Roach!" Price groaned and coughed. While Roach was trying to get up from his position, the wolf appeared from behind, and grabbed his leg, making the Sergeant cry out loud. Soap widened his eyes in shock and grabbed two of his arms together to pull him back. Roach keep mumbling to pull a bit harder because the grip of the wolf was way too strong. Ghost joined along with Soap to put more force.

Price was lying slightly unconscious on the ground because of his injury, as a strain of light hits his eyes and he shields his vision with his fingers, to see a car near him, and one getting out of their vehicle, revealing it to be a man.

"Everyone, get in the car now!" The man had a Russian accent, telling the crew to come in the vehicle quickly before they become food for the deadly wolves. Grabbing Price and Roach, they all four step inside the car, and shut the doors, and the man roars his engines but the tyres get stuck in the mud. The man tried to accelerate a bit harder but the wolves gathered across the car and started digging their claws inside. Ghost took out his pocket knife to stab the arm and hand of the wolf to stun it, while the man driving pulled his car back off, then accelerating the engines again to escape, and the wolf above their car fell back and got left off.

Panting for breath, and sighed in relief from what they all witnessed, Soap threw his head back and looked at the man who rescued them. "Thanks, mate."

"No problem. I heard gunshots, and it took me a minute to understand what could be happening, and I was right." The man chuckled.

"So you knew we were about to be attacked by a bunch of wolves who can.. run and kill us in mere seconds?" Ghost asked.

"This ain't new. I know what happens in these woods. And I'm one of a kind here who survives in this shit. Welcome to the real time, if you're new."

".. this mission.. doesn't look ordinary as it seems to be." Soap looked at Price, letting out slight moans in his injured state. "But we quickly need to patch up our mate or he'll die."

"Don't worry, I know a place. The owners there are friends. You can be safe there. Before we do, what's your good name, soldier?"

".. Soap MacTavish."

"Hm, I'm Nikolai. This forest is full of deadly things that you can't imagine. You'll even be afraid to step a foot outside your house."

"Like those wolves.. more like.. humanoid wolves." Roach said. "What even were they? They almost grabbed my.. my leg. I can bloody feel it still!"

"They think exactly like you. They feel exactly like you. These wolves are more than ordinary, so it's best not to underestimate."

Soap holds the Captain intact, while Nikolai drives them to a safer location. Shepherd shook his head while Ghost also treated his wounds. Minutes later, Nikolai finds the house during their drive, and parks his car beside the building, gets out of the vehicle along with the other crew.

"Hello, anybody home?" Nikolai called through the house, but had no response. Soap aimed his rifle around the area to check for any danger ahead, before sending Price inside to safety. Soap steps in the house, checking every room and finding any sort of activity. He arrived in the dining room, which also had a kitchen beside, having a pan boiling with soup while the stove was on. It felt like someone was already in this place but were now no longer to be seen.

While investigating, a door rattle was heard, turning Soap's attention to the locked door. Gripping his gun tighter, he walks more closer to the door, and was about to lean his hand towards the lock, and the rattling became faster. Without wasting time, he opens the lock and then the door, seeing a dog trying to find his way out of here and Soap backed off in fear, his paranoia for dogs kicking in when he found out the dog was tied to a leash already. He didn't say anything and then quietly tried to leave the room, without interrupting the dog.

Soap came out, clearing his throat. "Room is clear. You can bring the heads in." Ghost held Price meanwhile Roach held Shepherd, and then began to step in the house, along with Nikolai entering the place. Soap looks at the place one more time, before shutting the door close.

The team took shelter in the house, as Ghost placed an injured Price on the chair, while he groaned in pain. He began to treat the wounds that were caused by the wolves, hearing cries of pain. "Fucking bollocks, mate!" Price growled, while he has having his wounds treated.

"Gosh, Price.. it feels your guts have spewed all over the place." Ghost saw the wounds. "We might have to push it back in."

"There's no way they'll fit in!" He threw his head back, as Soap appears and helps Ghost along. "They will fit."

Roach then took the soup kettle away from the stove and poured it in a bowl, and began to eat. Everyone stared at him funny. "What? I am starving."

Soap sighed and then turned to Nikolai. "Where is the nearest phone?"

"Fifty miles as a crow flies." Nikolai replies, as he properly bandages General Shepherd's wound.

"What about the nearest population center?"

"You mean a town? Well, Fort William, but it's at least a four-hour drive back the way we just came. Do you think your wounded can make it?"

"The Captain is in serious trouble if we don't." Soap looks at Price, who was struggling to even move.

"You seem to know these roads. Will you take us?"

"Right now? Unless your friends are just gone. This place may be compromised."

"Fine. The sooner the better. Let's go." Soap loaded his rifle. "Alright, now we have to stay on our ground until help arrives. Ghost, make sure Price and Shepherd are intact. Roach, you'll follow me and keep me covered. And Nikolai.. take care.. of the dog, specially."

Soap ordered Roach to follow him, and they step outside the house, with caution. Checking out to see any hostile activity, Soap lights up a flare, and noticed that the car which they escaped with, was now completely torn out and destroyed. Roach's attention went towards the wolves, who were glaring at them, but Soap told not to move.

"Don't stare back." Soap held onto his flare, and stood quiet with Roach for a while.

"I can't help it." Roach trembled. He saw one wolf walking through the car and approaching towards them. Immediately, Soap cried out to run inside, and dropped the flare over the car, and ran inside while shooting their bullets over the wolves. Getting in and locking the door, the car exploded beside the house, as Soap and Roach pant for air and sweat trickle down their foreheads.

"That was my car!" Nikolai said, angrily. Soap didn't say anything and looks to see if Roach was okay or not. Suddenly, the wolves outside began to barge in the door. Soap and Roach push the door back so that they won't enter in but they were practically stronger than usual. They were able to get their hand inside and Roach turned his face away to not witness that moment.

Meanwhile, the dog began to bark at the sights of the wolves and Nikolai held him back. "Shut the dog up!" Soap cried out loud while he was pushing the door back. Ghost came in action and shot the hand with his pistol, and the hand retracted back and they shut the door tight. Soap then used his gun to shoot the wolves outside through the small open gap on the doorway.

Shepherd found the dog a nuisance and was making more noise, so he began to shoot it but before he could, Roach felt the need to retch, and he did, vomiting all over Shepherd's head from the soup he ate back. Roach coughed and patted his chest a few times. "God, looks like the soup didn't suit me."

Shepherd got up in rage. "You incompetent moron!" But Ghost defended him before the General can do anything.

The General cleared his throat, and looked over at Nikolai. "Bathroom?"

".. upstairs.. far right." Nikolai replied, and Shepherd left upstairs.

"Is everyone alright?" Soap said, reloading his gun.

"Yeah, but currently devastated." Roach replied with a pale face.

"The car was already damaged. Nothing could be done about it." Soap continued.

"Ghost, Roach. Looks like we're staying. You know what to do. I want a secure perimeter with a clear field of fire. We'll give them something inviting, right?"

"We've got limited ammunition. I want you to get as many pots and pans as you can lay your hands on." Soap reloaded his weapon. "Fill them with water and keep them on the boil, all right? Ghost, while you're at it, set the kettle on. We'll all do with a brew."

While Ghost sets up the kettle, him and Roach were covering and bounding up the area to prevent the wolves coming inside the place. Meanwhile, Soap was helping an injured Price, a bit unconscious because the pain wasn't letting him pass out.

Nikolai was sitting beside them, looking at the two. "You came here because of them, right?"

"I don't have a clue what they are, and right now I don't really care." Soap replied, while trying to calm Price down.

"What are you doing here?" Nikolai asked further.

"This was supposed to be a normal mission in the woods, and that's all."

"Back door is secure." Roach checked the other parts of the house, taking care of any open spaces where the wolves might enter in.

"What's happening here, Roach?"

"They're still moving around out there. They're keeping their distance." Roach looks out of the window.

Maybe they've had enough for one night." Ghost guessed.

Not likely. They're smart. You've seen what they can do." Nikolai speaks further. "My guess is they're doing exactly what you'd be doing in their shoes. Working as a team. Looking for a weakness. A way in."

"I'm not about to second-guess these things. They're the enemy. As simple as that." Soap pulls out a bandage to replace the old bandages that soaked too much of the blood.

"This is no ordinary enemy." Nikolai mentions.

Upstairs, Shepherd was washing his face with water, while looking at the mirror, thinking about something as the liquid on his face flows down his face.

Meanwhile, Ghost and Roach were paying attention outside the window to check for any activity. There was a slight silence, before Roach breaks it. "You know what this reminds me of? Rorke's Drift. A hundred men of Harlech.. making a desperate stand against ten thousand Zulu warriors. Outnumbered, surrounded." Roach looked at the skull-masked soldier, who was patiently listening to him.

"Staring death in the face. No flinching for a moment. Balls of British steel." He chuckled.

"You're bloody loving this, aren't you?" Ghost said like as if he wasn't pleased much with his reference. "It's totally bone. That's all there is to say."

He walks towards the chair and sits on it, while Roach breaks through the window panels with his rifle to give access outside.

"What are we talking about here? Wolves?" Soap asked.

"Not entirely wolf, nor human, but something in between." Nikolai replied.

"Wolf men? And a laugh, right? I may be nuts but I'm no fruitcake." When Soap said this, Nikolai huffed and shook his head.

"How're you feeling?" Soap asked Price, who was still drowned in his injuries.

"A touch of gas." Price's eyelids were slowly drooping down but tried his best to stay intact. "And the fact the various body parts are trying to evacuate the premises. Fucking awful."

Ghost came in with the tea, and handed one cup to Roach. "Ta."

"Cheers." Roach lifted his cup and took a sip of it. Suddenly, their attention went towards a wolf that was visible from the far distance, and began to shoot it before it escapes. "For crying out loud, man!" Ghost cried.

"Short, controlled bursts!" Soap shouted through the room, before his attention went back to the Captain.

"Well, for the fact I know how to kill—" Before Nikolai could speak further, Price lets out a painful wail and groan, when Soap was further treating the Captain.

"Shit, Captain. You're leaking like a sieve. I need you to get some Superglue and some whiskey."

"I'll see what I can do." Nikolai gets up from his seat and helps Soap grab Price upstairs.

"Can you pass me my gun, please? Thank you." Price mumbled. "Come on, Soap. Up the wooden hill. Where are we going, Soap?"

"You don't want to know, sir."

[gatitties]

War & crack

─Task Force 141 x young!reader

─Summary: some headcanons about your life working with TF141

─Warnings: cliché¿, reader is a gen z

Part two / Halloween special

so... I've been consuming some content about CoD and I know the least about the franchise but the few things I've read have been so good that I couldn't resist writing something too 🫢, sorry if something is out of character since I don't know many things

— You are a threat to society.

— Your parents sent you to the military in the hope that your bad behaviors would disappear, realistically, they were not prepared to be parents either.

— Parental neglect, what a surprise.

— You had many bad influences in your adolescence and free access to the Internet without parental control was like throwing gasoline on the fire.

— Theft, extortion, assault, harassment, banditry, disobedience to authority, fraud, driving without a license, breaking and entering, kidnapping, arson, arms trafficking...

— You had a good record of minor criminal records, the vast majority due to bad friends, but you were already an accomplice.

— Which led you to the fact that when you reached the age of majority, you were enlisted directly into the army without being able to have a choice.

— It wasn't as bad as you thought except for the amount of physical exercise you were subjected to, but you knew how to put up with it.

— Despite being young, in the three years that you served as a cadet, you were sent to many missions, perhaps with the hope of dying since the generals sent you to the front lines of the battle.

— You didn't care, you were feral, careless enough and craving adrenaline, you liked to dance with death in every fight.

— You were the first to run whenever you could to start the attack, after all, all you liked to do was hit, stab or use close-range weapons.

— You lost an arm because of that, you didn't care much because now you have a prosthesis with decorations to your liking.

— Then you were sent to Task Force 141.

— None of the boys expected someone like you, they definitely had a bit of a hard time adjusting to your personality.

— You were a strange combination between Ghost and Soap, going from being a grave to being an explosion of emotions at any moment.

— The first time you saw Ghost you thought he was giving you a side eye and you gave it back to him.

— Later you learned that it's his normal look but you give him the dead look every once in a while.

— Soap and you are not a good combination when you know each other better, he will just give you approval to all the stupid things you see on the internet.

— Gaz might join, but most of the time he just warns you that Price won't be amused.

— Price will look at you like a parent disgusted (but not surprised) by some of your nonsense.

— Confidence sucks, and when you're spouting darkly humorous jokes or about the ways you want to kill yourself because something goes wrong, Price isn't in that boat.

— It's not worth it if you justify it with 'my traumas, my jokes'.

— Honestly, everyone is worried about the number of times you've said you were going to kill yourself for the slightest inconvenience.

— They don't understand most of your current meme references, maybe Gaz, being the second youngest, will pick up on something.

— They were so confused with your attack tactics, because you had practically none, you just jumped in with luck to hit everything you could, which worked every time.

— You will train with Ghost because you are not aware of your surroundings when it comes to fighting.

— The first time they saw your prosthesis they thought a bullet had hit you in the arm, but when you laughed and removed the metal arm shouting 'everything is possible when you're physically disabled' they swallowed their concern.

— You show affection with punches, you punch Soap's shoulder, Gaz's back or Price's side, Ghost... you prefer to communicate with your eyes because the last time you punched him in a friendly way you almost ended up with your shoulder out of its place.

— They can't take you seriously, they really do try but it's impossible, you look like an impulsive teenager who they are babysitting even if you're in your twenties.

— At least it's like that outside the battlefield, you get more serious or focused on the missions.

— Gaz saves your ass whenever you get distracted, which is most of the time, you tell him that he has won heaven but if death wanted to kiss you you weren't going to refuse the offer.

— Seriously, stop with the jokes about your death or depression, Price will get you a psychologist.

— It seems like a joke but Ghost and you end up getting along quite well, it's a quiet and pleasant dynamic, without pressure.

— As with Soap, you know how to adapt a lot to everyone's personalities, as if you were a sponge that absorbs all the likes and disappointments of the boys to get along better.

— You don't give a shit about your own life but you're fighting tooth and nail to protect others.

— Which leads you to almost die once, on top of that, Price scolded you for jumping to try to save them, you didn't care, you'll do it again.

— Squeaks or bangs in the wee hours of the morning? It's you moving the few pieces of furniture in what you can call your own room.

— Someday you'll give the boys a heart attack (Ghost maybe not) because you walk in the dark at night since you tend to stay up late.

— Price will scold you for not sleeping well and drinking so many energy drinks or coffee.

— You will leave random objects in the boys' rooms, like, last time you bought little ducks of different colors and hid them.

— Price denies with a small smile when he sees a yellow duck with a cowboy hat as a paperweight.

— Gaz laughs when he sees a blue duck with an aviator hat in the drawer where he kept his records.

— Soap finds a yellow duck with an umbrella hat next to his bath stuff and fiddles with it when he has time for a long bath.

— Ghost narrows his eyes at the sight of a black duck with sunglasses and gold chains under a pile of clothes in his room, he sighs leaving it in the small window of his room as decoration.

— You are strictly prohibited from bringing any type of animal into the base of operations as a pet, once you wanted to have a raccoon, a tarantula, a snake, you even named a cockroach you saw in the kitchen.

—Just- no.

— So you chose to have a carnivorous plant as a pet, it was acceptable at least.

— You are also prohibited from cooking without supervision.

— You're like a new world for them, but honestly, they wouldn't know what they would do if something happened to you now that you've earned their love.

[lilacliquors]

another late easter special, but have some easter spice, cod men edition! hopefully these read as gender neutral as possible <3

you wear 🐰bunny ears🐰 on easter headcanons ( tf 141, alejandro, and graves )

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GHOST

to say he's surprised is an understatement. sure, you two have your fun, but you've never really dressed up for him in any way before

so seeing you in bunny ears, a crop top, and shorts is a very welcome sight

he's gentle with you when he reaches you, his calloused hands skimming over the softness of the bunny ears, and you see a gentle smile on his lips

'you look absolutely adorable, you know that?' he asks you, his voice soft, yet raspy. and it's true, you're the most beautiful creature he's ever seen

and he's quick to show you, leading you to the bed and laying you on it, on full display for him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SOAP

soap thought he had the world in the palm of his hand the one halloween you wore the cat ears, but this...

he practically pounces on you the second he sees you, chuckling as the bunny ears bounce and the band covers your eyes for a brief moment

'aye, let's fix those up a bit, shall we?' he chuckles, gently adjusting them back onto your head as you laugh

his lips are on yours in an instant, his hands roaming your body, feeling you squirm under his touch.

'how about we get you in a cottontail next year, hm?' he teases, one hand gripping your rear. and that's when you knew you'd woken an animal in him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GAZ

'oh, fuckin' hell...' he breathes when he sees you. you're laying in your bed, your bedroom eyes on full display, as well as the rest of you

you're in the skimpiest lingerie you could find, pink to match the bunny ears on your head, and gaz is hooked

he walks to you in a trance, his eyes never leaving your body, and he crawls on top of you slowly and steadily

'all for me? you shouldn't have...' he purrs, his fingers toying with the straps of the lingerie

'all for you,' you whisper back, and you pull him in for a kiss, which he eagerly returns, ready to get your night started

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PRICE

price wouldn't consider himself a religious man, but when he saw you, he swore he saw god, maybe even heard a chorus of angels in the background

you looked so perfect, opening the door to him in cute little bunny ears, and one of his shirts. nothing else covering you

'see, i would have gotten the hat, too. but i would never cut ear holes in it,' you tease, and he lets out a breathy chuckle as his hands fall to your hips

'that would have gotten you in trouble, yeah...' he murmurs, still in a daze as his eyes roamed over you

from that point on, you're his little bunny, and he makes sure to remind you of it every second of every day, when he can

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ALEJANDRO

the only thing that leaves his lips the moment he sees you is your name, and it's barely above a whisper

you'd worn lingerie for him before, but never had you made yourself look so ... so sexy and vulnerable, and it's all for his eyes, and his eyes alone

when he reaches you, he can't bring himself to take anything off of you. he just wants to look at you, like the work of art you are

when he does finally get his hands on you, he's gentle, treating you like porcelain that could shatter at any moment

it's the most magical night of your life, funnily enough. he made you see stars, unlike any other time you made love, and you made a mental note to treat him to this more often

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GRAVES

'well, look at what we have here...' his voice is soft, and there's a smirk on his lips as he spots you in white bunny ears and matching white lingerie

but despite the smirk on his lips, his eyes are full of a mix of love and lust, just taking in how you look, admiring your body and everything about it

he's drawn to you like a magnet, his arms wrap around your waist and his hands fall to your bottom, gripping it and pushing you against him

'it can be dangerous for a little lost bunny, if they're not careful," he whispers, giving your ass a squeeze

that night, he simply ravages you, unable to keep his hands to himself. and he sincerely hopes there'll be more nights like this in the future

[diejager]

Lt. Simon “Ghost” Riley

Reminder : My blog contains dark/yandere content and have 18+ fanfics, so MDNI with NSFW fics. I also do fluff and angst. All my works are fiction : I don’t own any of the characters I write for; there might be triggering subjects - please see the warnings before reading. None of the gifs or visuals I use in my fics are mine.

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Nav | CoD

[dark, fluff, yandere, nsfw(*), angst, request]

Phantom Frost Line* |

Price announced that a new Sergeant - Sergeant Winter - would be joining their Task Force. You’re a new face, unknown to Ghost and he isn’t too keen about the news; you’re too nice, soft and innocent, you’re too normal to be trustworthy. If he can’t find faults in your character, he’ll find some in your skills, specializations, anything until he’s prouvent wrong, and you safe for his "family".

Big Brother (*) | r

You're - (Name) Riley - his top priority, his baby sister.

Your Number’s Up (*) | d

Pairing: Ghoap x Ghostface!reader

Johnny’s caught the attention of more than his Lieutenant.

Childhood Friend | f,d,y,r

You know him as well as he knows you - or so you thought.

A Fantasy* | d,y,r,a Choice

The portal malfunctioned and you were sent elsewhere - in another universe.

Failed Escape* | d,y,r

In moments of fear-inducing adrenaline and hope, you’re driven to escape your captor, but all of your efforts are thwarted in the end and he isn’t as forgiving as he says he is.

Halloween Party* | d

Pairing: cannibal!Ghoap x fem!reader

You follow two men into their car and bed with the promise of a good time.

Surprise Visit* | r,d Pairing: stalker!Ghost x reader

You know these streets like the back of your palm, yet you’ve never once caught the man in black with a staring problem.

Fluffy sex* Wraith* Mask prank Idea: cannibal and kidnapper Ghoap*| d Stay, Pup* | r Soft!Stepdad!Simon* | r,f Saloon | f No Escape | r,d,y The Past* | f,r Tall!reader* | f,r One bed trope | r,f

[kiwioala]

documents bagi found in the fed lab!

I feel so sick from seeing all these bodies... First our colleagues and now this?? I need to take some time boss, I'll be back later. Maybe...

2 pictures, both from etoiles fight:

diagram regarding mimicubes and mimic octopus:

The bouncing block of slime is capable of copying the equipment of its enemies, the different things they can copy are: weapons (not only applying on hit effects but also enchantments), shields (being able to block projectile weapons like bows and crossbows), and totems to prevent their own death. Their goo is also known to be able to be used to copy a piece of equipment to the last detail regardless of what material or enchantments it has. It's ability seems to be an evolved version of that of a mimic octopus, the mimic octopus would copy the behavior and looks of other animals for both hunting and self defense. But it seems the mimic cube can copy other materials to the very last details, including pieces of equipment.

diagram regarding lobsters:

These little creatures have incredible abilities, including but not limited to being able to smell and taste the water with their "nose" to hunt their prey, their claws are also a unique barb that allows them to hunt for fish.

IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT WE ESCALATE THIS MATTER TO UPPER MANAGEMENT -> They won't stop growing and won't stop molting throughout with their life, it is considered that they could live forever, if it wasn't bc of the energy needed to molt that they eventually (at 100 years,) won't have

They also can come in different colors, depending on amount and distribution of pigments, being able to be other colors, including: orange, blue, yellow, white, black, and some with special names, like the split halloween colored (black and red) red-blue split colored and cotton candy (pinkish white)

diagram regarding cosmaws:

A once believed extinct species, these flying creatures will attack any player that hits it, biting back with its protocesis, it also uses it to hunt its main pray, the cosmic cod, which can be used to tame them.

While they will not protect their owner in a fight, they serve a different purpose to exploration, whenever their owner is about to fall to the void, the cosmaw will run for it and try to catch it so it doesn't fall into said void.

"Cosmic Cod are fish that can be found in the void between end islands. [...] They float through the ether of The End in decently-sized schools. If one fish in the school is attacked; the entire school of fish will attempt to teleport away as soon as possible. [...] Cosmic Cod can also be caught in an empty bucket." -Animal Dictionary

diagram regarding code status and behavior:

book found in drawer:

more code writing:

010 010 00 0100 0101 01001100 1010 00 00 which translates to "HELP"

lab reports:

[REPORT] Given the recent events at the laboratory, including the intrusion, code breaches, injuries, fatalities among our workers, and the peculiar attack by unfamiliar individuals, we have made the decision to relocate. The place isn't the secured area it used to be, we have reasons to think that several factions with different goals have found its location, therefore we need to find a new place to pursue our researches We have to protect our informations and hide our goals, we cannot let anyone see our research. All the content of our research is now way less valuable since it has been seen and might also have been copied. The next laboratory needs to have a way more secured system, cameras, and lockdown system.

[REPORT] All entities have been transported or terminated, the documents should follow.

[REPORT] It seems like the one eyed creature has been correctly relocated.

misc. clipboards:

CLIPBOARD 1: 1: Heyy, are u having a good day?? 2: No. 1: Oh. sorry about that, what's going on?? 2: Work. 1: O.o

CLIPBOARD 2: • Terminate the subject.

CLIPBOARD 3: • Check for vitals • Check for updates • Check for infection • Check for development

CLIPBOARD 4: • No report has been conclusive yet.

CLIPBOARD 5: • Reports still have to be finalized. • Night shift has to be adjusted as the code changed it's rhythm yet again.

CLIPBOARD 6: • Has been calm over the last fourteen hours. • The current frequency can't be read, we need to order new equipment.

[midnighmoonligh]

Agere CoD Animal Crossing Head Canon's

(this is just for fun)

Item list; Denim Overalls (white), Kerokerokeroppi Pin, Pacifier (baby grey), Simple-accent Socks (white), Rubber-toe Sneakers (black), Dreamy Backpack (mint), & Panda Umbrella.

Big on-island design

Plays religiously when little

He will harass anyone he can to play with him

Ghost has to aggressively avoid Kyle when playing, he makes him regress

Has a Dark Academia theme

Favorite holiday is a mix of Halloween (favorite character is ofc Jack) and Turkey Day

Aggressively collects amiibo cards, has two binders full of them

The villagers he has are; Apollo, Wolfgang, Skye, Dobie, Chief, Kyle, Fang, Freya, and Vivian.

His starters had been Apollo, Daisy, and Pecan

Ghost's favorite villager is Kyle (looks like Riley & has Gaz's name)

Item list; Annyeong Tee, Baggy Shirt (gray), Dreamy Pants (blue), Jogging Shorts (black), Diaper (light blue), Mohawk Wig, Punk Hair Wig (orange), Pacifier (baby gray, Pacifier (baby mint), Holey Socks (blue), Knee Bandages, Knee Brace (black & blue), Basketball Shoes (light blue), Crossbody Boston Bag (blue), and Blue Umbrella.

All his villagers are jocks

His first animal crossing game was New Leaf

Prefers new leaf, but doesn't mind new horizons

The villagers he has are; Kid Cat, Samson, Stinky, Tank, Teddy, ED, Tad, Moose, Mac, and Lyman.

He collected the amiibo cards for a small time to get jock villagers, but he gave his collection to Ghost.

Soap's favorite villager is Tad

His favorite holiday is Bunny Day

His favorite character is Zipper

His original villagers were Teddy, Deirdre, and Poncho

Soap's Island is a cross between city-theme and kidcore

Obnoxiously into animal crossing conspiracies

He has loads of theories about Zipper

Item's list; Anorak Jacket (red), Colorful Striped Sweater (white, yellow, & red), Diaper (cream), Formal Shorts (white), Track Pants (gray), Crown, Colorful Striped Knit Cap (red), Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby pink), Color-blocked Socks (brown), Kerokerokeroppi socks, Pompompurin boots, Rubber-toe High TOps (berry red), Bug Cage, Butterfly Backpack, and Rainbow umbrella.

Big on bug collection

Maxed out the bug half of the museum

Gets so excited when seeing Flick

Casual player & often hangs out with ghost

Has had the same villagers since he started

Only really plays if he can play with someone

Got the crown from Ghost (both Ghost & Soap worked to get it for him)

The villagers he has are; Molly, Fauna, Beau, Erik, Deirdre, Pecan, Poppy, Kiki, Mapple, and Ike.

His starter villagers were; Fauna, Deirdre, and Pecan.

His favorite holiday is Festivale and Bug-off

Will take a day off just to sit and play the Festivale event

He'll spend an entire day running around collecting flowers because shiny

His favorite characters are Nat, Flick, & Kiki

The island theme he picked is a sort of glow forest

Item list; Colorful Striped Sweater (navy, light blue, & pink), Oilskin Coat (red), Explorer Shorts (beige), Pineapple Aloha Shorts (red), Outdoor Hat (red), Pacifier (baby yellow) Pacifier (baby orange), Pacifier (baby pink), Rounded Beard, Frilly Knee-high Socks (black), Knee Bandages, Rubber-toe Sneakers (yellow), Rain Boots (red), Fish Pochette, and Fish Umbrella.

The museum is fully maxed out

Shares an island with Gaz, doesn't decorate

He will get super anxious when things are suddenly different

Fishes ALL THE TIME

Only plays to fish for hours

Rich from the fish he catches

Gets lost on the island a lot

Will excitedly shake Gaz if he finds out CJ is roaming around

Is a pro at the fishing tourneys

He has all the special items you can get from CJ

Has the same villagers as Gaz

His favorite characters are CJ and Chip

Gets upset when things block the view of where he's fishing

Will complain about how clapped the villagers look

His favorite holidays are Fishing Tourney and International Museum Day.

Item list; Energetic Sweater (purple), Konnichiwa Tee, Mod Parka (green), Cargo Pants (avocado), Chino Pants (gray), Labelle Cap (midnight), OK Motors Cap, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby green), Color-blocked Socks (green), Pom-pom Socks (green), Kerokerokeroppi Boots, Rubber-toe High Tops (olive), Nook Inc. Pochette, and Frog Umbrella.

Loves when it rains

Decorates like crazy

Super pretty and aesthetic island

Specifically created places where Price and fish

He's on fashion and his storage is full of clothes

Doesn't have enough space for his clothes and gets really upset about it

Island aesthetic is neutral neighborhood

He borrows Ghost's cards. He thinks they're really cool

His villagers are; Pietro, Julian, Elmer, Papi, Victoria, Roscoe, Winnie, Savannah, Reneigh, and Annalise.

The original villagers he had were; Julian, Alice, and Elise.

Gaz specifically picks the most obnoxious villagers to annoy Price

He forgets to warn Price when making changes to their island

Favorite holiday is Toy Day

Favorite character is Isabelle

Item list; Chick Tee, Culottes (white), Diaper (light blue), Boa Parka (gray), Denim Overalls (avocado), Kiki & Lala Pin, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby mint), Color-blocked Socks (white), Nordic Socks (gray), Tube Socks (navy blue), Cinnamoroll Sneakers, Cute Sneakers (blue), Rubber-toe High Tops (blue), Bear Backpack (brown), and Pineapple Umbrella.

Only plays with Logan and/or Hesh

Shares an island with Logan & Hesh

Hesh's wife plays with them too!

Loves collecting shooting stars & their crafting recipes

Doesn't do anything in particular, mostly just follows Logan & Hesh around

Often watches Logan & Hesh fight over decorating (sometimes antagonizes it & finds it funny)

Logan enjoys having a fall scene, always skipping time to stay in it. Hesh prefers winter. So to compromise they split the island into three parts

Keegan went for a dark cottage-core on his side

Their villagers are; Phoebe, Charlise, Katt, Tybalt, Claudia, Filbert, Kitty, Tammy, Graham, and Vesta.

Their original villagers were; Phoebe, Kitt, and Charlise

His favorite holiday is New Years and Christmas

He always makes sure to play on holidays!

Favorite characters are Timmy and Tommy

Item list; Dreamy Sweater (blue), Garden Tank (blue), Kids' Smock (cherry blossom), Culottes (white), Diaper (light blue), Dreamy Pants (blue), Cinnamoroll hat, Prom Crown (silver), Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby mint), Pacifier (baby blue), Kiki & Lala Socks, Lace Socks (white), Cinnamoroll sneakers, Mary Janes (blue), Dreamy Backpack (mint), and Blue shiny-bows parasol.

Doesn't share an island with anyone, but is always having shadows play with him on his island

Half the island is worked on the other half isn't. It's been this way for two years

Has a fairy-tale aesthetic (mostly greyscale)

His favorite villager type is dogs

His favorite villager is Cookie

Favorite event is New Years (for the fireworks) and Fireworks show

Favorite character is Redd

His current villagers are; Goldie, Cookie, Portia, Shep, Bea, Butch, Maddie, Daisy, Lucky, Bones, and Boom.

His original villagers were; Lucky, Sparro, and Bam

He has a small collection of cards. He only bought them to collect the dogs more easily but ended up giving up

Plays more than anything when he's injured

Item list; bone Tee, Cardigan School Uniform Top (beige), Two-tone Pants (yellow), Worn-out Jeans (light blue), Paper-bag Hood, Ski Mask (black), Halo, Cosmos Crown, Pacifier (baby gray), Pacifier (baby yellow), Aran-knit Socks (white), Cute Sneakers (yellow), Mary Janes (red), Vivid Socks (yellow), Nook Inc. Knapsack, and Eggy Parasol.

Shares an island with Horangi

Horangi plays way more than he does

Plays New Leaf more than New Horizons

Only really plays when regressed

Absolutely terrified of the bugs and will run away from them or yell until Horangi catches them

Their villagers are; Bangle, Bianca, Claudia, Leonardo, Rolf, Rown, Tynalt, Patricia, Spike, and Merengue.

Their original villagers were; Bianca, Dozer, and Shari.

He really likes talking about animal crossing

He loves playing with people online

His favorite characters are Isabelle and Digby

Horangi conned him into having all the tigers

Island Aesthic is kid core (he begged Horangi)

He has ALL the fruits

[ghouljams]

ah, i realize ive been liking a lot of your posts at an alarming rate IM VERY SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO IYGRWGFHERU i took a break from tumblr and have just spent the day catching up on everything i missed (my bad:( ) BUT WOW SCRUMPTIOUS AS ALWAYS THANK YIU FOR THE FOOD GODBLESS HOLY FUCK. YOUR KNIGHT N PRINCESS AU GOT ME SOBBING ITS SO WELL WRITTEN I WANT TO SCREAM (1fae1 and viking!soap still has me bouncing your writing is SO insnae oh my god AND THE DEMON DARLINGS? i was having SUCH a blast bingeing) BUT. still standing on the hill of goose being my favourite god im so in love with her WITCH IS A CLOSE SECOND please please just one chance... 🧎 🧎 🧎 (i get disembowelled) im like, so serious about this. your goose x reader fics are my favourite fucking thing in the world. goose (and on occasion witch, ...i think im just very gay) is the only one that can make me squeal and giggle and run laps around my room you dont understand the visceral squealing that was happening. the cod men? yea im hyperfixated but like ehhh🙄 mid. just some guys. some dudes. got me straight faced no expression i read for mindless entertainment. (/hj) LMDEFOIGRJGRTUGTOGFEWFER BUT GOOSE?? IM BARKING IM MEOWING ANYTHING PLEASE JSUT ONE CHANCE IM CRAWLING ON MY KNEES ARRURRYRGHRRRR 👹 👹 👹 👹  (so sorry for being abnormal in your ask box im done now 😔)

Be abnormal in my inbox I'm loving it. I'll write some Goose x reader just for you my love(and for me)

The only thing worse than Halloween in the city is Halloween in the country. There seems to be nothing these people enjoy more than scaring the hell out of the city folk unlucky enough to wander into their "haunted trail" or "corn maze of doom." Popular attractions that boasted what looked like startlingly real entrails, and over excited ranch hands revving chainsaws at anyone that walked too close. It's the best, you would spend every weekend out here if you could. Especially if it means getting a peak at the real attraction.

You've seen more than one person posting on social media about one specific corn maze's "killer". The mask is nothing special, one of those blank white party masks, but the bursts of laughter and physicality of the woman under it? You were a little smitten.

Smitten enough to be leisurely as you wander the maze. You're properly spooked by the glowing eyes in the corn, the growing sense of unease as you come across blood splatters and viscera, even the other scare actors jumping out to make you run for the next turn. Still, none of them are who you're looking for. You're not quite paying attention to the maze, you don't think you're lost, but you're starting to worry you'll get out before you ever meet your favorite scare.

You shouldn't have been.

You turn away from your fifth dead end and come face to face with her. Everything about her is curated to inspire danger, her clothing ripped and splattered with blood, the grimy mask leaving just enough room for her eyes to shine through it, down to the butcher's knife clutched in her hand. Deep crimson liquid drips off the startlingly realistic blade and onto her boots. Her posture makes you feel like you're staring down a wild animal, her movements unnatural as she takes a step towards you.

Despite all of that your heart skips a beat for a reason so far from fear you're actually a little worried about your mental state. You're frozen at the sight of her, unsure how to drag out this moment. You want to say something. Fuck what do you say to a scare actor you're more than a little in love with?

"You're supposed to run sugar," She tells you, tipping her head to one side. You giggle nervously at the affection, watching her flip the knife in her hand. She hums, hunching her shoulders to tip her head further, looking at you sideways. "It's no fun if you don't run, you want this to be fun don't you?" You nod, you think she wants you to say yes and you desperately want to do what she wants. "Then go on baby," She presses, straightening to her full height, "run."

She stands to the side as you sprint past her, you feel the wick of metal against your leg. When you look down your pant leg has a fresh cut right at your thigh. That's a real fucking knife. Christ, that's a real knife. Why does that make you so excited?

You glance behind you and she's gone. Your disappointment is short lived, you're forced to stop short by her cleaver cutting through the tall stalks of corn on your left. Her eyes wild with excitement as you start to wonder if this is maybe... not a haunted corn maze. She flips her knife and swings at you. You duck with a sharp yelp and take off running again. You don't bother checking behind you again, you take turns quick and haphazardly. You hear the 'shick' of her knife as she cuts the air behind you and you know she's on your tail.

Your heart pounds in your chest, your breath heaving as you run. Despite the adrenaline you can't help responding to her wild laughter with some of your own. You're having fun. Really terrifying fun, but fun none the less.

You turn into a dead end and stop short, just as you feel fingers grab the back of your neck. Your pursuer tugs you back against her chest, the edge of her knife pressing tantalizingly against your throat.

"Well that was unlucky," She tells you, low and sweet against your ear. The plastic of her mask hardly dampens the feeling of her words. You shiver, careful of her blade as you swallow.

"Fuck you're hot," You blurt out, adrenaline making you significantly less eloquent than you would have liked. You cringe a little. She snorts.

"That right?" Her fingers drift from gripping your neck to your hair, scratching your scalp before grabbing tight at the base. The ache of it is pleasantly sharp, you get the feeling that this isn't part of the scare. "Always fun when y'all come through," She breathes, talking to herself. You press back against her, feel her slot her knee between your legs as you do. You were just trying to put some distance between yourself and the edge of the knife, but this feels like something totally different. "You want me to slice you baby?" She patronizes, barely a whisper against your ear.

"No," You grit, although...

"No," She coos, "You want mean Goose to fuck you, right?"

"I'm not supposed to play with my food," She stands, "so call me once you get your head on. Probably won't be workin' by then."

She nods your head for you, careful of her knife, before pushing you to the ground. You scramble to crawl away from her, turning onto your back when you hear her crouch. She pushes her mask up with a wicked grin, still holding all the intent you'd been running from. This feels more dangerous than her knife. Something about her teeth, the way they're bared for you, sets you on edge. You think it's seeing her face, that makes this feel more real.

You recognize her. Goose. She helped jump your car when it died in town. She'd seemed so nice. She tugs a slip of paper from her back pocket and tosses it towards you.

[33max]

just a turkey dinosaurs halloween mini fic, 1409 words

Daniel is not usually the most organised person, actually, he’s pretty sure nobody would ever use that word to describe him. He forgets to send birthday cards to his sister sometimes. Only remembers on her actual birthday and then it’s too late to send a card all the way to Perth.

But he is organised for Halloween this year.

It’s the first Halloween that Max will be regressed for. They’ve planned it out and Daniel can tell that Max is excited for his younger self to have this experience.

Daniel doesn’t know if Max really celebrated Halloween as a child, if he was allowed to dress up, eat too much candy, or even answer the door to trick or treaters. Max has never really said much about it, the only stories Max tells him about Halloween are the drunken shenanigans that he and Martin got up to at parties back in Amsterdam.

Anyway, Daniel wants to make little Max’s first Halloween very special.

It’s absolutely no surprise to Daniel when Max tells him he wants to be a dinosaur. Really, he shouldn’t have expected anything else.

“What kind of dinosaur?” Daniel had asked, determined to get Max a costume he loves.

“Big leafy boy, like Soup!” Max had blurted out with such excitement that his hands started flapping. It makes Daniel’s heart swell when Max is this happy about something. Soup is one of Max’s favourite plushies, he’s a large blue brontosaurus with an apparently mischievous personality and loves eating their house plants.

The problem Daniel has is that Max is fussy with clothes. He doesn’t like scratchy things. He doesn’t like when the clothes touch him wrong. So Daniel needs to find the perfect Brontosaurus costume that is very soft and doesn’t trigger Max’s sensory issues.

It’s a good job he is organised because it turns out that is quite a feat.

He doesn’t think Max will tolerate an inflatable costume, so he rules that out straight away. Even though Max would look adorable in it.

He looks through what feels like thousands of dinosaur costumes for adults determined to find the best one.

Eventually, he narrows it down to five and buys them all. Max can have options.

—————-

To Michael Italiano Staliano & Bradley Scanes PT Are you guys busy on halloween?

From Bradley Scanes PT I’m free, little one is at her mums

From Michael Italiano Staliano I can be free, you having a party?

To Michael Italiano Staliano & Bradley Scanes PT Not a party but doing something for the little guy. You in?

From Bradley Scanes PT Sounds good I’ll be there mate

From Michael Italiano Staliano I’m in. Looking for a costume already lol

To Michael Italiano Staliano & Bradley Scanes PT No zombies pls lol he’s scared of them

From Bradley Scanes PT

Is that why he never plays zombies on COD 😂😂😂😂

—————

Max drops voluntarily on Halloween morning so he can spend the whole day doing Halloween activities with Daniel.

They bake cookies, watch what Max thinks are really scary movies, carve a pumpkin, and even decorate the apartment.

Eventually, when it’s getting later in the afternoon and the sun is beginning to set they try on the many costumes that Daniel had bought.

The first one is an instant no as the head hole is too tight around Max’s ears and he doesn’t like it. He pulls it off so quickly that he almost falls, Daniel having to steady him.

The second and third are declared scratchy, which means Max doesn’t like the way they feel against his skin. That’s not too surprising really, Max is very particular with how his clothes feel.

The fourth is apparently not the right colour so Max refuses to try it on, insisting that Soup is blue and not green so Max must also be a blue dinosaur. Fair enough, Daniel supposes.

“How is that?” Daniel asks Max, tugging the tail of the last Brontosaurus costume into position. “Does that feel comfortable?”

Max’s face is flushed and peeking out from the base of the long necked dinosaur. The hood of this costume is like a plushie, a pillow filled dinosaur neck and head standing tall on Max’s head. It’s so tall that Max is going to have to duck through the doorways in their apartment, but Max has assured Daniel that an actual dinosaur would have to duck too. Obviously.

Max wiggles from side to side, unsure. This is the fifth costume he has tried on and Daniel can see he is getting a little bit frazzled and flustered with it all. He just hopes this last one will be okay for Max.

He’s got a soft t-shirt on underneath the costume to hopefully stop any sensory issues with it touching his shoulders and chest.

“It’s okay,” Max says, and Daniel isn’t one hundred percent sure if Max is just saying that because he desperately wants to be a dinosaur, or if it is actually okay. But he does trust that Max will tell him if it gets too much.

“Alright,” Daniel says, if Max gets half way through the night and needs to take it off that is fine. Daniel bought plenty of spooky pyjamas from a brand he knows Max likes and they can always swap to those. “Give me a roar then!”

“Grrrrrrr,” Max says so softly, it’s not intimidating at all. It’s actually one of the cutest things Daniel has ever heard.

———

There is a knock on the door at around 6pm. Max has his dinosaur costume on and Daniel is dressed up as Alan Grant from Jurassic Park, hat and all. He wanted to match his boy somehow and he figured he had half of the things for this outfit anyway.

“I wonder who that is,” Daniel says to Maxy, “Do you want to answer?”

Max shakes his head, suddenly nervous. “Together?”

Daniel holds Max’s hand as they walk to the door, giving it a gentle reassuring squeeze as Max pulls on the handle to open it.

“Trick or treat!!” Michael shouts. He’s wearing one of the most ridiculous costumes that Daniel has ever seen.

“Mikey!” Max is looking up at him in awe. “You’re a turkey dinosaur!”

“Just don’t eat me, Maxy!” Michael says as he makes his way into the apartment. His bizarre costume only just making it through the door. Daniel is going to have to ask him where on earth he bought it later.

“I won’t,” Max tells him solemnly, “I only eat leaves don’t worry.”

Daniel can’t help the laughter that bursts out of him, Max is so unintentionally funny. He doesn’t even realise it.

Max takes Michael’s hand and leads him towards the kitchen, chatting away about the cookies that he made and the pumpkin that he carved. Desperate to show Michael his creations.

Daniel makes to follow them, but then the door knocks again.

“Daddy get it!” Max shouts from the kitchen. “I’m showing Mikey my pumpkin!”

When Daniel swings the door open Captain America is stood on the other side. Brad looks quite the part, holding his shield in a power pose.

“What are you supposed to be?” Brad asks him when he realises that it’s Daniel opening the door and not Max.

“I’m Alan Grant,” Daniel says, and then adds “My dinosaur is in the kitchen.”

“Is the dinosaur having a good Halloween?” Brad asks as he makes his way into the apartment.

Before Daniel can answer Max comes charging through from the kitchen, tail wiggling from left to right as he runs. He almost barrels into Brad who only just moves his shield out of the way in time to wrap Max in a hug.

“Brad!” He squeaks, “you’re here!”

The evening goes much better than Daniel could have even imagined. He is so glad that he invited Michael and Brad, it’s important that Max gets to spend time with people who love him for who he authentically is.

Max even gets to do some trick or treating when Michael and Brad stand behind some of the doors in the apartment and hand out candy. It’s a little ridiculous, but Max loves it. The sound of his happy giggle filling their apartment makes Daniel’s heart swell with love.

Seeing a huge smile on Max’s face will always make Daniel’s day, but today in particular he’s so glad he could give Max a happy Halloween with his favourite people around.

[lycheedr3ams]

ℑ𝔩𝔩 𝔐𝔢𝔱 𝔟𝔶 𝔐𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

werewolf!könig x fem!reader

Prologue | October 29th

Summary: You're a bakery worker in the small, isolated town of Heiligenblut, Austria. könig is a hunter and lumberjack who stays to himself and always has an aura of mystery and darkness. and through a series of strange circumstances, you're the one to uncover his secret. (set in the modern-day) CW: like all of my fanfics reader is fem she/her, adult content, predator/prey dynamics, werewolf-fucking, mentions of animal carcasses and blood, a bit unsettling at times. (can't think of anything else atm, this might count as dark content? not sure) WC: 1.8k

your life had always been fairly predictable. your hometown was so small that most people knew everyone else's business, tourists came and went on schedules like birds migrating for winter, all stores in town were open from monday through saturday, the church bell rang at the top of every hour, you always baked the same things with the same ingredients each day.

and of course, you knew all the regular customers' routines. elderly customers would always come in the morning, schoolchildren in the mid afternoon, working mothers and courthouse employees during their lunch breaks. the labor-men of the town - lumberjacks, hunters, farmers - would always be the first people to show up at the bakery, even before the elderly, to get the freshest items. that was, all of the working men except for könig.

rather than get the freshest goods first thing in the morning, könig would instead come into the bakery the minute before closing. and each time, he came in sweaty and dirty to buy his typical goods: apfel strudel and hausbrot. unlike everyone else in town, könig seemed to have his own schedule. some weeks, he'd come every other day. other weeks, it would be two days in a row and then not until the fifth day. and some weeks, he'd only show up once or twice. könig was never predictable. you tried to learn his schedule when he'd come so that you could have his things ready for him by the time he got there, but it was hopeless with whatever personal clock he ran on. you had accidentally wasted a few strudels and loaves of bread a few times by setting them aside for könig, only for him not to follow the schedule you thought he had. you eventually gave up on predicting his routine, if he even had one.

also unlike most other customers, könig did not speak aside from a greeting or two for politeness. most customers would talk about the weather, the harvest, town gossip. but könig would come in, nod his head to acknowledge you, and say "guten nacht" as he left. and he learned that he didn't need to say his order after a month of you working at the bakery, since he always got the same things each time. he was secretly grateful that you were so observant and had a good memory, because it saved him from speaking too much. you didn't even need to tell him the total anymore, because it was the same every time. he'd hand you the money, and leave. he also never took off the black bandana that he tied around his nose, covering everything except his eyes.

you had heard the townspeople speak of him in admiration laced with fear. könig lived alone in a small cabin a little ways from town, surrounded by the woods. he took up apprenticeship with the local lumberjack when he was 17, and was hunting since he was a boy. he could chop entire trees down with only a few swift swings of his large axe, and could carry whole logs on each of his shoulders. and könig was, with no arguments, the most skilled hunter around. but no one had ever seen him hunt. many young men had approached him, wishing to become his apprentice, but he turned each one down. fathers came begging to him, offering copious amounts of money and supplies if konig could just teach their sons to be half the hunter he was. but konig always said no. there were rumors about the reason why: maybe he strangled his prey with his bare hands, or hunted them with only a knife. or maybe his methods were sacred family tradition, not meant to be shared with anyone. whatever the case, all everyone knew was that könig always had the largest harvest, and the town was never short on meat.

könig always seemed on edge. suspicious. he was never seen out much other than for work and to buy food. sometimes, the townspeople would ask you worriedly if könig had ever caused you any trouble when he came into the bakery at night. you always assured everyone who asked that könig had never caused you any trouble at all. but what you couldn't tell them was that you always had a crush on the brooding, mysterious giant. how could you not be allured by his strength and sheer masculinity? but that was something you always kept to yourself. you had to, because you were sure that the town's most feared and respected man never thought about you other than when you were handing him his baked goods. so you forced yourself to swallow your feelings for him, even though a bright blush would always creep across your cheeks when he came into the bakery, and your panties were always wet after he left. but you didn't know if he even noticed the way you'd shyly blush, only for him.

...

The town was getting ready for the annual Halloween festival, which was one of the largest festivals your town boasted. large pumpkins, countless strawbales, gourds, and squash were harvested from the farms with the most to offer and scattered around the main area of town for the entire month of October. and at night when the sun would set, orange and yellow lights draped across the streetlamps would glimmer in the dark, getting everyone - especially the children - excited for halloween.

the halloween festival culminated in a large feast on halloween night, at exactly 9pm sharp. large wooden tables made from the very trees surrounding the town would be brought to the town square, donned with tablecloths, and adorned with the best harvest the town had to offer. hams, sausages, venison, and beef were aplenty during the festival each year, thanks to könig. your bakery was responsible for supplying the pastries and other sweets, and the farmers for their vegetables. the elderly women would make stews and other warm meals, and the entire town would gather to celebrate halloween and let the children run free. it was because of this festival that october was one of the busiest months out of the year for the town.

but this year, there were rumors beginning to spread.

October 28th

an elderly man came into the bakery on a slow day and chatted with you as you packed his order. he smiled kindly at you, then looked around to ensure no one else was in the bakery.

"have you heard the word around, miss?" the old man asked. you boxed up his pastries and shook your head. "what word? there's always so much going on in this town." you smiled. but your smile quickly faded when you saw the serious look in the man's eyes. he whispered lowly when he spoke.

"word is, the hunter hasn't yet turned in any meat for festival, and it's only in a few days now."

you tilted your head in confusion. "i'm sorry, did I hear you right? könig hasn't turned in any meat at all?" the old man seemed to almost shudder when you said könig's name. "no miss, no meat at all. some say he's lost his touch, others think it's because of a pack of wolves that's made its way into the woods around town this last week."

"a pack of wolves?" you asked. "we haven't had wolves around here for so long, thanks to the men of the village protecting us." the old man shook his head. "no miss, we've been hearing howls at night for the last few weeks. i thought everyone had known about it by now. but it seems no one wants to talk about it."

you thought for a moment. könig hadn't turned in any meat for the festival? that was possibly the strangest sentence you had ever heard. such a thing could not be possible. you cleared your throat. "so what are we going to do for the festival's meat?" the old man shrugged. "i'm not sure miss. some farmers have been talkin' bout offering some of their livestock, but we'd like to avoid that to make it through winter."

your conversation abruptly ended when the hunter himself walked into the bakery and cast it in darkness, like clouds covering the bright full moon. you stared at könig, wide-eyed, for a moment, before smiling at him. "hello. i'll have your order ready in a moment."

the old man fumbled in his pocket and left the money on the counter before you could even open the cash register. he tipped his hat to könig and made a speedy exit with his pastry box tucked under his arm. why did everyone seem so afraid of könig, you wondered?

"that was odd," you smiled a bit to ease the awkward silence that had settled after the old man had hastily left. könig didn't respond, only staring at you with an inscrutable look. you looked at him back, feeling like you were face-to-face with some beast in the woods. the hairs on the back of your neck tingled, and you began to notice little abnormalities in his appearance. but before you could absorb exactly what was different about his appearance, the clock chimed for closing time. you jumped slightly, the tension between you and könig now broken as you looked at the clock. you took a shaky breath in and didn't look at him again as you packed up his order.

könig had already set the money on the counter before you put down his box, and he took the box from your hands before you could place it on the counter. he swiftly turned to leave, his shoulders seeming tense. and it was almost like someone else took control over your body when you forced your now meek voice to speak. "könig? are you okay?"

könig stopped within arm's reach of the bakery door, his wide shoulders spanning the width of the door itself. he slowly turned his head back to look at you, and again you felt like you were confronting a wild beast in the forest. the energy coming off of him felt dark and grim, and the only thing that could be heard was the ticking of the cuckoo clock and your shaky breathing.

"guten nacht," he said gruffly before leaving, the little bell attached to the door chiming in his wake.

you held your breath for a moment longer after he left, your heart hammering in your chest, before you heaved one large breath. you had never felt such tension and fear in your life. you placed your hand over your heart, trying to calm yourself down as you placed your other hand against the countertop for support.

you ran home from the bakery that night, plagued by the feeling that you were being chased.

i hope you guys liked the prologue! it's taken me a while to decide where i want the plot to go, but now i know and expect more soon!

[possumsinpeoplesuits]

At long last, my Our Lady of the Passion cosplay is ready for cons!

Based on this picture from Pinterest (google is finding fuck all elsewhere, but if someone knows the source I'll add it.)

The tank top is from Lockedtombmemes' Redbubble store.

The jacket is here, though I've painted the back with some fabric paint. I used the non-heat treating kind and just sort of sketched out the letters with a dark pencil to make sure the placement wasn't too awful.

The dog tags I'm not quite satisfied with because I put too little information on them, and an updated one is still waiting in the mail (I wanted to put the Wing and Cell on it, and had to reread some chapters to verify) There's loads of places to get them, but I used these.

The machetes I don't have many pictures of (I don't have a full length mirror to show them properly strapped to the legs.), but I went a little overbudget to the point it would probably have been cheaper to buy real machetes (but not as welcomed at conventions!) Still, they were from here, in case anyone wants some big ol' 27 inch props instead of the dinky ones from Spirit Halloween.

Gloves were these ones, and they fit my big ol' butch hands just fine. Nothing special there.

For my TACTICAL BLOOD OF EDEN FANNY PACK (which I already wear all the time, but changed colors to match the costume anyways) is this.

The boots are fairly ubiquitous and seem to come from various online sellers, sometimes in men's sizes, sometimes in women's, but this store has them up to a women's size 12, which I needed because I'm lorge.

Now, the mask I'm most proud of! I don't have any experience making costume bits, but I found this one meant for airsoft, which has TWO FUCKING FANS?!?! hidden in the filters to cool my face in the sweltering 80 degree Texas winters.

But! You'll notice the goggles aren't tinted, so I had to figure out how to do them myself to hide my glasses, for REASONS, but this little kit was pretty simple. There's a gluey side, so you just spray the goggles with some water, then slap them down and spend like... a fucking hour or two squeezing out the air bubbles, but aside from a single wrinkle, I think they turned out great! The red also provides some good contrast.

Now, the pants were pretty simple. These come with knee pads, and the black camo looks really nice with the gray coat and black shirt. It did take two attempts to get some that fit (One seller had the XL listed as having a 44 inch waist, equivalent to a women's 18, but labeled elsewhere with the true size of 36 inches, the bastards.), but where I got silly was the straps.

I got this tactical belt, which seems to have tipped the number of tactical things I can search for before search engines decide you're a bootlicker, and intended to use a single bike strap on each leg to hold the other end, which, well... two problems.

The blades were now being bent by my massive fucking quads because I've been doing a shitload of exercise to get fit, because apparently all I needed to get into the gym five times a week was wanting to look like my specialist book blorbo.

I couldn't bend my fucking hips.

So! I ended up ordering a total of SIX STRAPS for my legs, pairing two up high to fit the wider part of my leg, and a single one down near the knee. The upper ones I later looped through the belt to hold them up, which also doubles for making the trousers into a fucking cod piece, which, hey, some people like that. The lower ones were led up by the knee pad, so I had a somewhat stable set of six straps and one belt, which is dangerously close to becoming a Nomura-era Final Fantasy character, but hey, I gave myself carpal tunnel marathoning all the Kingdom Hearts games last year, so that's not a problem.

All in all, it probably cost me... well, more money than it should have, but it's all pretty quality stuff that I'm sure will be very toasty if we ever happen to have another winter down south.

Also, last note... boots of any kind are so much more comfortable with insoles. They don't have to be expensive, but your feet and knees will thank you at conventions when they have a good cushion under your heels.

That's about all I've learned putting this together! I'm 5'9 and around 250 pounds, give or take, so most of this is men's garments, which means the pockets are DEEP AS FUCK. Perfect for collecting small rocks.

Just something to keep in mind.

(See y'all at the conventions. I promise my Yorkshire accent will be less goofy by then, but I can't promise I'll be as nasally as the audiobook.)

[gatitties]

Half dead

─Task Force 141 x young!reader

─Summary: trapped after a mission, not everything seems to be going well for you, a deadly virus attacks the world and it seems that your provisional team is not very smart

─Warnings: blood, mentions of dismemberments, descriptive scenes¿, bad words, cliché, death, typical CoD violence

Part One / Part Two

I consider this as something special for Halloween¿¿, anyway I wanted to write a zombie!reader, if you have more ideas related don't be shy to request 😗

It was a hot day, too hot to be able to last more hours in the combat suit, as if that were not enough, you had been assigned with other officers for this specific mission, you did not have enough confidence to make jokes or sing a small part of that song stuck in your mind, it was the most boring day of your life but work was work.

Everything went well, maybe too well, and of course everything that ends well always has to have some setback since nothing and no one is perfect, but what you expected was that some enemy had escaped, some threat of death or things like that, however, you did not expect a virus spreading globally.

You were pretty screwed, all communication with the base was cut off, all the information was left with infected people that you had to avoid at all costs until you reached a safe and decontaminated area. You feared the worst and it seems like you're always right when you do since you were living through a fucking zombie apocalypse, it wasn't a big surprise to encounter several walking corpses on your way to the base after you were given specific orders to kill anyone who looked rotten.

What kind of time had you grown up in? It wasn't enough with a global pandemic that now you have to face a fucking apocalypse, you would prefer to have been born in the Middle Ages, at least they could have condemned you to death by burning at the stake or some far-fetched torture, it sounded more interesting and horrifying than simply a bacterial contagion.

The arrival at the base was complicated when you found a large horde, you supported the idea of surrounding the zombies but apparently the two assigned captains decided to play to see who had the biggest dick and see who could kill the most undead, they were orders from captain and you couldn't just go back to your boys until this stupid situation was over.

Apparently the only thing they managed to do was attract half of the infected city to your position, which ended in you having to separate and fight on your own. In turn, your luck wasn't smiling on you today Does that ever happen anyway? It didn't matter anymore because you were officially infected, the bite on your forearm made you bite your tongue when you saw the color of the blood mixed with yellow spittle, you were too slow and cowardly to cut off another arm at, yes, they had to bite you on your only good arm, you were so lucky.

From that moment on the infected lost interest in you, they nipped you a little and found one of your companions who was fleeing from another horde more delicious, well, screw life, at least you were able to enjoy everything you could, a shame that you can no longer continue bothering the boys with your presence.

You lay on the ground, looking at the scorching sun, your hand moved to your belt, grabbing a small radio that connected you to the central base, your pulse was unstable and your whole body began to shake, the heat became unbearable and you thought that you were experiencing hyperhidrosis. You pressed the button and brought the device closer to your mouth with the little strength you had.

"Hello… hello here “nibbles” the mission was a success, I guess you know that, but we had some complications on the way home, that virus, those stupid zombies" your breathing accelerated and for a moment you almost vomited right there "ugh… it doesn't matter, I- I don't think I'm going to make it in one piece even though I'm already missing an arm and I'm not 'in one piece' per se but…"

Even in a situation like this you couldn't help but make jokes, you continued your little talk until you felt like your consciousness was finally fading.

"I'm sorry, what I wanted to say is that I will miss you and that I will save you a special seat in hell, I don't know if we will see each other again but if we do I hope you have a bullet reserved in my name before I cause more problems , bye bye you idiots…"

You didn't want to seem too sentimental, but all the emotions and memories tightened your chest, you let the message be sent as you closed your eyes smiling at the sky, your body began to cool, suffocating the previous feeling of extreme heat.

You expected it, you expected to wake up, see the world in a different color, growl, search for meat, you know all that zombies do, however when you woke up a headache was what bothered you the most, the moon was shining in all its splendor, even though you didn't know if you'd slept a whole day or more, your whole body still felt strange and numb, like you'd taken a beating and couldn't feel anything.

But the thing was that apart from a strange feeling of being very hungry and the numbness of your body, everything remained the same, the bite mark disappeared, your wounds healed… you thought that maybe you were the cliché character who had antibodies against the zombie virus, but seeing how some of the living dead walked past you, ignoring you, made you think that it wasn't like that.

You were dead, at least, half dead, your body seemed capable enough to withstand the virus, but only half of the antibodies seemed to work on it so you were in a kind of limbo. You didn't have the need to specifically eat human meat, you still had rational thoughts (to a certain extent because you were still you), but you didn't feel your body, your skin changed its tone to a more yellowish one? you were definitely rotting, besides…

"Is this some kind of punishment for all that dark humor? I guess that's fair."

Was what you muttered to you between grunts, something else, it seemed like you weren't going to be able to speak properly since your throat seemed damaged. When you got up, one of your eyes fell out of its socket, it was hanging from the nerve, you did your best to put it in its place. You checked that your whole body responded to your movements and it did, so now you didn't know what to do. Should you go back to base? Would they kill you now that you know you're a zombie? You didn't have much to lose anyway, maybe you could say goodbye to the boys properly.

At dawn you found yourself banging on the armored doors, you were greeted by a bunch of clipped shotguns and AKs that completely lowered themselves when they recognized you, you underwent certain decontamination chambers and they let you pass. No suspicion? You looked like a terminally ill person, what kind of security was this? You couldn't complain either.

"Oh God look, where the hell were you!? and why did that message come yesterday!?"

As soon as you set foot in the meeting room where some soldiers dragged you away, Price's angry voice hit you like a slap.

"Not even a hello? How was your mission?"

You smiled swallowing your nerves, for once you felt intimidated because everyone was there watching as if you were a prey, you could see that their intentions were to look for any type of bite, although again, no one noticed that you looked like a decomposing body? Did you look that bad normally? Hard blow to your morale.

"We were worried about you, you seem sick, did you spend the night out because of that? You have the voice of a sailor with a cold."

Soap approached you but you backed away unconsciously when he reached for your arm, Gaz and Price shared a stunned look while Ghost's eyes darkened.

"Eh… I'm sorry, I think you shouldn't touch me, I think- I think-" you didn't have the courage to say it out loud, despite all the inside jokes you had made with yourself about being a walking corpse, you felt like it was too much worse to tell them because they would have to be the ones to kill you, the ones to kill their own partner, but it would be easier and less dangerous for them, right? "I'm infected."

The room fell silent, you avoided any kind of eye contact while they seemed to argue silently, Gaz was the one who stepped forward to Soap's side, a step closer to you.

"Maybe you're being paranoid, you just look sick, it's not the first time we've seen you with a fever, the last time you thought you were Spiderman and you hung from a lamp, remember?"

As much as you wanted to laugh at that memory you slowly denied, they didn't believe you in the slightest due to your constant jokes, thinking that you joked even in a situation like this (which isn't a lie if you weren't already a zombie), you swallowed dryly when this time it was Ghost that approached you, you knew that you wouldn't be able to dodge him if he tried to grab your arm, not like Soap, and so it was, you didn't feel his grip on your non-prosthetic arm but you saw it clearly, his look was slowly killing you.

"Prove it, if you are infected, prove it."

"Only if you promise to kill me."

And inevitably everyone tensed up because of the seriousness with which you said that, they didn't see that confidence in your words very often, and your determined look… they didn't want to think what they were thinking, they didn't want to accept that you had really become one of those walking rotten things, you were there, you could talk ─with a little difficulty─ but you seemed as normal as ever, how was it possible that you were infected if you didn't look like a monster?

Ironically they had to believe it by force, since you couldn't feel, you didn't notice that Ghost hadn't let go of your arm, the grip was stronger than you thought and it resulted in you turning around and taking a couple of steps to go to the cells, your arm came off your shoulder, at first they thought it was simply your prosthetic arm, but it wasn't like that.

"Oh fuck…"

Gaz leaned on Soap, Price sat in the nearest chair while Ghost looked in detail at how the bone in your arm protruded from the detached appendage as well as some veins that looked like small threads clinging to the rest of your body since they had not detached completely. You smiled embarrassed at the ignorance that you were now a Playmobil, as if that were not enough, your eye fell out of its socket again at that precise moment.

"Uh- oh, I think there you have your evidences, do you need me to start smelling like rotten meat or…?"

Ghost put your arm back in its place slowly, taking a step back, although it fell again and you had to use a handkerchief to make it stay in its place, you put your eye back in its socket, it slipped a couple of times because it was now wet due to some stubborn tears.

"Hey, hey, we're not going to kill you, I'm not going to-"

Soap had the intention of calming you down, trying to reach you although both Gaz and Ghost stopped him before he could get close to you, seeing this was like having a thorn stuck in your heart.

"No, it's fine, really, I came here so you could finish me off, one less threat on the battlefield."

You intended the joke to be funny, but all you earned were silent stares, right now you felt completely out of place, in an awkward silence between you and your team.

"No, no, you haven't thought about this have you? We can't kill you idiot." Price's insult and his usual scolding tone was the only thing that made you feel back on earth, everyone looked at him, he seemed to be fuming from his ears while the gears in his head turned "From the little we know, all the zombies have been aggressive and driven by impulses towards all kinds of life, but you're here having a normal conversation and being the dumbass you usually are on a normal day, don't you understand? We can't kill you, they can't kill you, you're different."

Oh that part came, you're different from the rest, you lived your whole life to be told that, man, were you in a fanfic? At least you hoped it wasn't one of those where they decided to put photos of outfits instead of describing the clothes or one of those where they gave you an overly detailed look.

"Does that mean I can stay half alive?"

"For the moment, anyway, no one else has to know."

Clicking your tongue as if finding out that you would still be alive was bad news, returning to your natural state of humor everyone looked at you disapprovingly, everyone seemed to sigh in relief at Price's comment, Soap and Gaz were the first to approach knowing that you wouldn't do anything, although Ghost insisted on putting a muzzle on you just in case.

For the moment they could keep you hidden from the rest of the soldiers inside the base, but it wouldn't take long for your skin to rot completely, and the smell of death was something that wasn't so easy to hide, they were playing against time until someone found you and inform it, seeing your unusual behavior as a zombie would surely draw the attention of the scientists and these guys wouldn't be willing to have you tortured in the name of science and then not get a shitty cure, they weren't risking that for you.

[rileyslibrary]

Hello! I Hope your doing well! Im not sure if you celebrate Halloween if not that’s okay^^ but if you do I was wondering if I can request carving pumpkins with ghost? But thinking about it I don’t know how Simon would feel about Halloween and stuff because of his past 🤔

Thank you! Have a nice day/night

Hi anon. 🍫

I want you to imagine our conversation happening on a stormy evening in an abandoned building with high ceilings, tall windows, and furniture draped with white sheets. I brought you here because “I want to show you something.”

I lead the way through the corridors, running my fingers along the walls. You follow behind me, with a flashlight, wondering wtf is going on. As we walk, I turn around to face you, and a bold of lightning illuminates the side of my face as I utter the words “I don’t celebrate Halloween; I am Halloween.”

And then I find the light switch I’ve been searching for all this time and show you the damage this persistent rain has caused to the ceiling.

Anyway. Yes, I’ve been thinking of a “Halloween special”, but not in regard to the festivity. It’s hard to put into words, but I’m looking for something mystery-related rather than Halloween-related. And I don’t want to write it; I want to read it. 😭

So, if you, or anyone else reading this, finds/writes a cod au or a story that matches my description, please let me know. 💕

[neonscandal]

In what specific moments from Banana Fish & BNHA, that made you sure that Ash and Bakugou are special, that made them your favorite characters?

Agh, my boysssss! You had to dig deep in the asks for that specific lore. But, you must already know a little something to have honed in on these two characters specifically.

Generally, I love both of these characters for the same reason:

Enigmatic.They are introduced as brazen, arrogant and crude only to be exposed for their softness and complexity with time. They're onions (thank you Donkey from Shrek).

Intelligent nerds. Ash is literally prodigal and spends his time in the New York Library, nerd. Bakugo is quick-witted with an incredible battle sense and a grandpa bedtime, nerd.

Sarcasm. The above goes hand-in-hand with their intelligence but they're funny and flippant which makes them both abrasive but also entertaining. I love that they're both little shits.

Trauma. Both characters undergo trauma that is overlooked, to a degree, or minimized because of the nature of their character without allowing consideration for the fact that they may be rough around the edges as a response. The more you learn about their character, origin, motivations, it just endears you to them. Or at least that's what it did for me.

Bravado. In line with all the above, I think their overconfidence or the appearance of such also pushes them into corners where, even when scared or at a loss, they have no choice but push forward because its what people look to them for.

Redemption. Both of them carry burdens without a clear path forward but, ultimately, come around to doing what they think is the right thing for the people they care about. Even while battling their inner demons.

Kins.

⚠️ Spoiler warning for Banana Fish (anime) and MHA through chapter 410.

This scene, for starters.

Aslan Jade Callenreese

Arthur vs Ash, Final Showdown - At this point in the story, we've seen the things that Ash can and will do to protect his gang and we've come to understand that a 17 year old comes to be a fearsome gang leader by being as strong as he is ruthless, sometimes. But Eiji's introduction into his life creates a feeling of something he needs to protect and keep soft. I think what was compelling about the showdown with Arthur is how he was totally fine until he realized Eiji was there. It made him angry but, more likely, it made him fearful that Eiji would see in him the wretched person he believes himself to be. That fear is human and it shows he's not as stoic as he pushes himself to be.

Shooting at Cape Cod - Taking the story to Cape Cod was a choice. It was a temporary beat from the chaos of what would always follow them, as long as they still kept scratching at the mystery of what banana fish was. But Cape Cod also provided additional texture to Ash's character while beautifully illustrating how soft and carefree he could be before reality brings him back to himself. Showing Eiji to shoot and relaxing into the fun of it before being coldly reminded that he is who he is (not so much by Max but in realizing he was being perceived). Cape Cod is his origin and it is hideous and sad but, in the space of these moments, the trauma of it doesn't tarnish who he is. But it shows how and why he hides so much of himself.

Fear of Halloween - AGAIN, I love how you have this military trained (under Golzine's direction and Blanca's tutelage) who has undergone heinous trauma at the hands of pretty much every adult in his life. He grits his teeth and bares it, he pushes forward tempered by these horrible experiences but remains incredibly soft and vulnerable. His fear of Jack-o-Lanterns is just so unexpected and fodder for Eiji but I think it highlights something wholesome and sad in Ash.

Ash in Glasses. That's it, that's the justification.

Simply, Ash is a survivor and he deserved better than thinking he should crawl back to the library and die, discarded. I think the moments that endear him to me most are those unexpected bouts of vulnerability mixed into the facade he has to hold to simply survive in the life that a perfect storm of circumstances forged. Additionally, I think these moments are not just specific to Ash but typical of the chemical reaction between he and Eiji because it's Eiji who unlocks his vulnerability as the person who never wanted anything from him but for him to come home safe.

Katsuki Bakugo

Sludge Monster Villain - That desperate and pleading look that he shoots Midoriya is really the first glimpse of what's beneath all his bluster and it's the very moment that sets off Midoriya's hero origin story. It's also the first bit of trauma that just gets... glossed over in the story. See below for Useless Victory.

Sports Festival - The way he faces Uraraka earnestly (which is so grotesquely misconstrued by viewers) because of his general attitude and perception. I really need to wrap up all my Manga With Me chapters because most of the guys in Class 1A continue to overlook and underestimate the girls of Class 1A and 1B but Bakugo, quite earnestly, gives Uraraka the respect and consideration she deserves.

Useless Victory at the Sports Fest - Bakugo is so incredibly principled. He could take the easy win but, in his heart of hearts, if he couldn't beat Todoroki at his full strength, then he can never truly think that he bested Midoriya. He acts out in ways that are not understood by the readers or even the spectators in universe. Ultimately, they muzzle and shackle him echoing in the same way that the Sludge villain. The act shows the League of Villains and anyone else watching the best way to incapacitate him and also further likens him to a villain in the eyes of spectators who continue to vilify him.

The Little Ways He Cares - For the sake of not expounding too much, I thought to consolidate this into one bullet but really, Bakugo is like... so awkward. Like, he might want to connect with others but he has no idea how but I just know he thinks he's really doing something by being an enigmatic wall of fortitude.

1. Having Denki use his quirk to break the tension after the rescue crew got in trouble after saving him from the LOV and making it a point to pay Kirishima back. 2. The way he tries to be civil to Todoroki (because he's an eavesdropping little shit) 3. The way he subtly galvanizes Class 1A's effort for the school festival. 4. "When you guys are in danger, I will save you. When I'm in danger, you guys save me." 5. All of My Hero Academia: Heroes Rising 6. Being in Todoroki's room ahead of the war to face off against Dabi, even if he had no words to offer in consolation. 7. Telling Best Jeanist to look after everyone knowing he was about to sacrifice his life in the face off with Shigaraki

Character Growth Unencumbered by an Unreliable Narrator - As Midoriya begins to shelter his heart in later chapters, we start seeing more insight into Bakugo's true nature. His features soften, we see more of his Midoriya-centered thoughts, we comprehend the depth of his insecurities and how his past behavior was eating him up inside. There's a beautiful conclusion to his story as a hero, Kacchan Bakugo, with his fist held high. Paying homage to the man he looked up to (All Might and Midoriya), victorious in saving his idol and setting his childhood friend up to achieve certain victory. I can't wait to see how his story ends.

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Hey y’all I need some ideas for a cod fanfic Halloween special since the mc is American. I’m kinda blanking on ideas

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So, about a week ago (insert slightly sheepish laughter here) I asked @kimium what video games she thought the Vice Housewardens of NRC would enjoy; not including the already canonverse videogames (see her answer here). She prompted me, in her post, to give my own answers as well...and I have taken my time it seems ahahaha, but I did not forget! So, here they are:

Trey - Trey is gonna play something like Dentist Simulator. He loves it. Even if it's gross at times. He finds it fascinating and satisfying. Trey loves teeth and the cleaning of teeth; this is mentioned not only in a vignette, but also in the Halloween event currently going on when it is revealed that Sebek's father is, in fact, a dentist. (Trey gets very excited and that is so adorable) I can just imagine him loving every minute of a Dentist themed game, and I've seen enough simulators to feel confident in my selection for him even if I haven't played this specific one.

Ruggie - Ruggie is gonna like some online Monopoly. I think he would have fun with the game, he can play with the kids back home, and he absolutely can and will crush anyone who challenges him. I think it gives him a little bit of an escape from reality, too. It's nice to be able to pretend a little that he has money and the power to buy entire properties. Ruggie respects the hustle. He's made for Monopoly.

Jade - I think Jade would really enjoy Danganronpa. He's definitely on Junko's side. Loves the despair and seeing people pushed to the brink, and he probably enjoys the executions more than he should, but it's all in fun. I think he would enjoy the mystery, solving things and putting clues together, and the puzzles! (except Hangman's gambit. Fuck Hangman's gambit). While I think he would enjoy the entire series, I do think he'd have a special place in his heart for Trigger Happy Havoc. I can almost see the look on his face when the first execution comes up. He'd be surprised, and I think Jade likes surprises. He finds them fun.

Jamil - I don't know why, I just really think Jamil would like the old Space-themed pinball that came already installed on Microsoft Windows computers when I was a child. I think it would be something he doesn't have to stress over, he doesn't have to try overly hard if he doesn't want to, he can just play for a little fun and down-time. (goodness knows, the boy needs some down-time).

Rook - So, Rook is gonna love him some DMMD. The characters are all beautiful, the art is cool, the colour scheme is good, the story is interesting...the only sin is Aoba's jacket. "Meags," you say. "You're forgetting something," you say. Listen. LISTEN. If anyone thinks for one second Rook isn't playing the spicy yaoi games they are Wrong. Of course he is. But don't ask him his favourite route; that's just opening yourself up to a five-hour verbal essay that boils down to "he can't choose because every character is so beautiful in their own way and all deserve to be happy and in love".

Ortho - Ortho really likes adventure and heroes, much like his brother. I think he'd have fun with Skyrim! The quests are fun, and there's a lot of character customization you can do. I think it's a fun game, and I think Ortho would like to be a hero too. He probably finishes the main quest, because I think Ortho would do that (I never did, but I did become the head of the mage's college and a vampire, so who's really winning? lol).

Lilia - Call of Duty. Which one? All. He has the time, he can play them all. I think he would enjoy the aspect of playing on a team and defeating enemies that way, much like he does already with Idia. Now, I personally suck at COD, but my brother does not and I used to watch him play quite a bit. It can be a lot of fun when you know what you're doing and can actually do more strategy than just "point and shoot and hope to heck you didn't miss the dude three feet in front of you".

There you go friend! Those are my answers. I hope you enjoyed them!!!