#codblr lore

[tamorisana]

Khem. I just know that codblr team would have these evening after rough missions or in generally hard week where they all would get together in one room and sit in silence, like relaxing, cuddle if needed, maybe talk but in hushed tones. Just to take in what happened and realise that everyone, despite close calls and injuries, is alive.

I think it started when someone got seriously injured and was laid in this one room in the safe house where everyone else kind of gathered around them and stayed there looking after the injured one, taking turns in changing bandages and etc. until they woke up. Then it happened again and again until it was a tradition of some sort

( @the-bones-in-your-backyard @mylarena @alexgalaxyboo @dismightyman @empresscirque @toomanywordsnllines @ravenmichaelisstuff @anothercrisis please tell if i forgot anyone 'cuz i feel like thats a case. and yes, im desperate to be heard)

[mylarena]

"DO YOU BLAME YOURSELF?"

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orca feels guilty for being unable to fix aspens injury.

[alexgalaxyboo]

ok hi im sending this to everyone in the taskforce and im too lazy to write up somethimg unique for everyone but. if u have the information, can u provide me with ur codsona's age range, height, birthday, and nationality? plus any additional info that you want to share.

Heeeyyy,

Lykos is probably mid to late 20s, a humble 5'7", born on 25/4 and greek :D

I would love to provide additional information but alas. Not much else exists as of rn.

He's probably either a pilot of sorts or simply an aircraft engineer.

[anothercrisis]

ok hi im sending this to everyone in the taskforce and im too lazy to write up somethimg unique for everyone but. if u have the information, can u provide me with ur codsona's age range, height, birthday, and nationality? plus any additional info that you want to share.

Sir yes sir

Name: Lt. Ann “Fallout” Crisis (she/her)

Age: late 20s

Height: 5’8

Birthday: Jan. 10th

Nationality: American

Primary Skills: Intel/Planning/Recon

Primary Traits: Reserved and Protective, but also Sensitive and Avoidant.

[tamorisana]

Yk what. Yes.

It's some big brain moment right there. Good job, Tac!

May i suggest WASP for the taskforce name (waspforce?). Natures tiny anger-management-issues personified that have big 'fite me' energy and make grown ass men run for the hills from reputation alone. Who are also very beneficial for their environment.

Kinda sick, but it's up to Captain Bones in the end

@the-bones-in-your-backyard thots?

[the-bones-in-your-backyard]

Me: Hey Tumblr can I post my art here

Tumblr: Sure :)

Me: oh sick, can it have full resolution?

Tumblr: :))

Me, dejected: ... I'm gonna have to halve the canvas size aren't I.

Tumblr: :))))) Maybe

Had this thought about Aspen being absolutely terrifying and it would not leave my head for a week straight. I do not know what the grey guy has done all I know is that it's bad enough to get a knife against their throat.

Very inspired by the song "dogwalk" by creep-p,, mmm. bang er. Heavily considered putting some lyrics instead of the dialogue I put there actually. hashtag fun fact.

[mylarena]

orca lore drop!!!

she is an only child to absent wealthy parents.

growing up she was left alone most of the time, meaning she had to rely on herself and only herself.

as a kid, orca played and excelled at the piano.

the silence of the house was oppressive, so she would often play the piano to cover it.

no one ever showed up to her piano recitals.

when she first joined the taskforce, she struggled to adjust to the sheer amount of noise in the base. going from a entire childhood of silence, to a period of mild noise in medical training, to an entire base full of rowdy soldiers? seems pretty overwhelming tbh.

she had to adjust to the constant presence of people too. again, an overwhelming drop into pretty much chaos.

INCREDIBLY touch starved. very little physical contact with anyone even during training, and it was always practical, never just because.

she stayed cold and distant when she arrived, hiding her emotions and seeming apathetic to most things in an attempt to protect herself. she still maintains this mask, but more out of habit than out of feeling its necessary.

she only started to really talk and leaver her shell after someone asked her to, specifically asking about one of her interests and letting her ramble about it without interrupting or complaining and staying engaged the whole time. she still struggles to start talking about things she likes by herself, but shes gotten better with starting conversations and speaking to people.

when the base is quiet, orca starts to slip back into her apathetic lone-wolf type mindset. it reminds her of an empty house.

she'll start going through her day without acknowledging anyone fully, not bothering to speak to them and letting her eyes slide right past everyone.

the best way to get her to come out of this state is gentle redirection and gradual warmth.

lead her to a couch, drape a warm blanket over her, and sit on the couch a bit away from her. give her the time to come back to herself enough that she leans into whoever is on the couch with her when shes ready.

aspen has a couch and blankets in their office, and orcas favorite blanket is soft and baby blue, patterned with cartoon seals, orcas, and little icebergs. if she ends up in aspens office, thats always the blanket they give her.

someone in the taskforce ends up getting her a music player to help combat the quiet days. she carries it on her nearly all the time.

during holidays and birthdays she had only ever been sent generic, impersonal gifts such as expensive jewelry, perfumes, etc.

whenever someone from the taskforce gives her a personalized gift she gets emotional. no matter how cheap it is, someone had seen it and thought of her, and bought it for her because they thought about her. they knew it was something she would like.

after getting attached to her teammates, she decided that she would do anything to keep them, that she would try her best to never lose them.

[tamorisana]

«Heaven 3-6, you copy?»

«Yes sir, 3-6 out.»

It takes place in during Shadow Company deployment. I don't know how but Lieutenant Farcon took a picture or two while we were fooling around before mission. Good memory.

Alright, I made a late night cosplay on Harpia. And i feel ...good about this one.

[tamorisana]

Spark plugs and wrench.

“No, no, no. You don’t understand the problem. I don’t need your guesses, I need you to see where this is coming from.” Harpia said, more like whispered, to the rookie standing next to them. Not even looking up at the frustrated noise the future technical specialist made as they fidgeted with a small decorative device between their fingers. Its hair and cloth clip with strong grip which makes it a necessary thing. They need to either try doing something, which could lead to even more serious, not this easily solved things or get a grip of themselves and ask.

“I checked everything! RPM is normal and goes in time. Strokes go in a full cycle and proceed all four steps of said strokes. . .” He looks up at Sergeant sitting on the car next to him. “I was wrong. I don’t know what’s wrong with the engine. Explain this to me, please”

“Alright,” they say getting down and setting the butterfly in the back of the bun not actually needing it at the moment. “did you check the electrical?” they met with silence. “It doesn’t need check-.” “Who told you. Did Farflan came and checked for you?” they interrupt and continue before the other gets a chance to speak. “Think. You tried everything you could without thinking. Now, you check electrical, tell me how everything works just fine and report to me.” they tower over the poor newbie as the sentence is finished. Harpia leans back using a car as a support collum.

“Yes, sergeant” is the only pip heard before the rookie gets to work, checking the spark plugs, coil packs and ECM. A good minute passes in such way, studying each spark plug before the silence is broken in a moment by the third voice. “So. . you do speak, good to know.” Not even registering their moves, almost on instinct, sergeant grabs the nearest object, a heavy 140 mm wrench, and threw it in the direction of the intruder. The person out of nothing dodges the threat, resulting in the tool getting stuck in the wall behind them. Well, her.

“Sergeant Vice.” Harpia murmured coming closer to said sergeant before motioning the rookie to get back to work. 

“Oh please, just Vice. You really did put him in place” 

“Someone has to. If he will continue to put himself above everyone else in every sense he does, he either will have to learn the hard way or leave if lucky.” both of them turn back and look at the mentioned man. Silence sets in as they watch him work. Suddenly there is “Sorry about wrench. .”

“It’s nothing, I understand,” Vice says as she makes her way to the plugged-into-the-wall tool, handing it over once freed. “Now. Let's make sure he gets his lesson and fixes the car right, yeah?”

(imma just @dismightyman )

(upt. since its a lore thing ill @codblr-breakroom )

[tamorisana]

Lets be honest. Part of taskforce are stress bakers.

1. Nothing wrong with that. Everyone does not mind having a good snack through the day but sometimes there is just too much. We could open a fucking military bakery or some shit and make good money

2. I found this picture. It's every stress baker stressing together and about to assemble and bake the hell ton of pies, bread, muffins and other.

[mylarena]

ok hi im sending this to everyone in the taskforce and im too lazy to write up somethimg unique for everyone but. if u have the information, can u provide me with ur codsona's age range, height, birthday, and nationality? plus any additional info that you want to share.

Myla "Orca" Rena

She/Her - 5'0" - 5/25 - 20s - American

Combat medic/Field medic

Blunt, Sarcastic, Abrasive but Incredibly Caring, Mildly Self-Sacrificial.

[mylarena]

"It was completely out of your control."

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an accompaniment to this. orca tends to have nightmares about various things she's seen in her life- but her failures are most the common to haunt her.

[tamorisana]

LORE THING

We’ll start with little rules.

Do not ask personal questions. They do not ask you about it and expect the same. 

Name. 

It’s classified for a reason. 

Will get you avoided for a long time. Months only if you are lucky.

Yes, they fear hearing it. Actually think they don’t deserve it. It’s so soft and only one person knows it from them and not by documents.

No, they won’t take their mask off or describe their face.

A simple “It’s for work purposes” should be enough. It mostly is. No one, even the captain saw their face. I’ll quote them “When you ambush a cartel meeting, just for example, I need to be treated the same so there would be an ability to go back, dig into being Angel and be damn useful. Now quit whatever stupid shit you are trying to do and get to work.”

They wear it for safety too.

Yes, they really don’t remember how it looks like. Quit.

They do usually sleep in a balaclava. Stop asking.

If you are persistent it will, again, gain you avoidance. Good luck smothering your mistakes. 

Just little things.

If they speak a little too quietly you politely and casually ask them to speak just a bit louder. No need to roll your eyes and bark like a dog (I'm looking at you Farflan.). Also please stop speaking when they coughing. It does not last long and is much easier for you to continue than repeat.

It takes time to get comfortable with anyone, please be respectful and don’t touch them without asking or getting a green light. They appreciate it really [makes them feel included and maybe maybe like home] but extra touches from different people can and probably will throw them off guard.

If you followed all rules and managed to gain their trust. . .Well, congratulations you now have a loyal friend and shit ton of awful jokes about eating children.

What is a thing is them trying to remember other's routines or what type of coffee their friends and teammates like or tea and just small things. Usually, buy these or stuff that reminds them of someone, such as little bones ring for Captain or a mechanic figure for Vice or little dog treats for Findus because they will spoil this little guy and Hauke forgets to buy him more sometimes or kitchen supplies for stress bakers or little potato cloth pin for Many or chocolate syrup for Orca just things everyone forgets to buy! These are the things Safiye demands to do.

Safiye. . . Harpia wholly believes they don’t deserve to be called their name. Safiye is young, and pretty and had a promising future ahead of him. Harpia is none of these things. One day Harpia will take off their mask and lay down to finally rest while Safi will take back his body. Through I think, I want to believe, existence in the task force will change that. 

This way of treating themselves, as you understand, does not come out of nowhere so backstory time.

Their childhood is the best of what they could get. It was spent on a huge farm, literally huge, a family estate and her mother’s pride. There was everything, fields with crops and grass to run around and to graze cattle. A house, not huge by any means but big enough to be comfortable. A vegetable garden next to a flower garden with apple, pear, cherry and, their family’s pride, peach trees. (Safiye was known as a peach girl for running around the village every year handing out boxes of peaches to people.). They may be well-known for having the best peaches in the whole region but it's not the only thing they provided.

Having both big and small cattle, such as cows, goats, and even a couple of sheep which were a present from some aunt, gave a lot of milk later sold or turned into cheese, sour cream, butter and heavy cream. 

Chickens and ducks were also a part of the farm. Different breeds, different sizes, different eggs. Speaking of eggs, they were sold either to eat or to incubate and have chicks. There also where a big dog Max. Max was a moscow guardian breed and was the nicest puppy Safi ever came across. He was playful, energetic and the biggest, literally biggest, softie for kids.

Siblings? There are none. His parents divorced “We are not meant to be together,” they said “we don’t make each other happy.”. So they divorced and he was the only child, a very wanted and loved child and that stayed so. Despite not having, at the time, any brothers or sisters, has so many relatives: aunts, uncles, cousins, and the friendliest community of people (they get called uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents too) it’s driving people crazy. Farm, among all the products, gave people both villagers and outsiders a place to work. While formally it all belongs to one family, in reality, you are allowed to call the whole village a farm. No one stays without a job if someone lost one. The whole community is thriving around the farm to the point of outsiders think there is no village at all. 

There is no village now. 2014 destroyed Safi and their home. They had to leave, leave everything, home, Max, memories, and the work of generations behind. Aunt Homa and grandma Rona also stayed behind to look after their little place. Their little heaven was violated by war and occupation. Trees no longer bloom as they used to, Max does not run around fields with us, there are no trips to the river in summer and no hills to slide from in winter. Harpia will bring peace to their home again. They made this promise.

Safiye and Harpia are different only because Harpia wants to separate their past self from what they are right now. Want to preserve the way they remember him to be. For him to stay this way.

This is the reason they went to army. Safiye was 16 when they joined, it was easy with their height and built to smuggle in. After two years of fighting in the front lines, at 18, they became Harpia and were invited to the special task force “[CLASIFIED]”. You can imagine how hard they worked for that. An operation “Handiwork” happened 3 years later in a result of said operation were moved across the world into Shadow Company to protect from russian agents and hitmen until everything calmed down. Shepherd’s operation ruined everything. Missiles are good, they could have changed the situation on the front if only they were legal. So they tried reaching out to Laswell or Captain Lykov, their captain back in Ukraine, but were caught by one of lieutenants and given to russians.

ive been told to mention people so i will do just that @the-bones-in-your-backyard @dismightyman @its-hauke @toomanywordsnllines @mylarena

[tamorisana]

Alright, listen. I usually start with coughs and was through some.... not good for lungs operations so after almost coughing up my insides, i went to doctor. And they said my lungs became “a little ” too sensitive to smoke both from cigarettes and burning objects... not what i wanted to hear. But i made myself a mask for all purposes! Hooray!

Yes, glasses too. I need those.

No, i couldn't buy it. Something like this would cost millions!

[mylarena]

ooooh thinking about orca not sleepihg and instead throwing herself into research on how she can try and undo permanent damage that her teammates have sustained from their time on the field (like aspens ability to taste).

when she does sleep its never consistently through the night. she wakes up every few hours and either goes back to sleep or gets up and works for a while before trying again. she hides it very well, though. she never falters when it comes to her job, she would never put her team at risk if she can help it.

but still, despite her insistence that her team members take care of themselves and keep good habits, shes one of the worst.

[tamorisana]

A little Harpia masterlist

First post

Art by the-bones-in-your-backyard

Cosplay thingy

Spark plugs and wrenches. (An interaction between Vice and Harpia)

The quilt of my existence. (Harpia's vent)

Voice (Roughly)

A little headcanon

How tall Harpia is next to Myla (Art)

Ask by tacticaltaxonomist

List of all members (just incase)

Baby sing language