#rudy dead plate

[characterssaythedarnestthings]

Vince: just to let you know, biting is my type of love language.

Rody, who now only has one ear: Makes sense.

[diejager]

Something crazy lol

How would the monster 141 guys react to hunter sneezing so hard their nose starts bleeding? cold is crazy where I am that this just happened

Cw: weird medical thing, blood, bloody nose, tell me if I missed any.

You caught a fever on the last mission, having to treck through the cold, rural regions of Finland, your bodies victim to the biting frost and staying in an abandoned bunker turned safe house for a few days resulted with that. As a medic - the medic of the Task Force - you knew what to do and what not to do, it was implemented in your training to rid of a cold or small sickness as quick as possible for a weakened body. They naturally flock you like worried mothers once you’re back on base, whenever someone was free, they’d tail you around the base, helping you with things if you had trouble with it because of your runny nose and dazed mind. They became your shadows, a perpetual shape following you from behind or the side.

It was expected from you to help even when you were sick, wearing a mask around people, taking care to avoid infecting others with your strand, and eating farther from your team or in the safety of your room where you wouldn’t worry about sharing the contagion while you ate. You took your medications on a regular schedule, a pill of ibuprofen for the aches, your pounding head, your throbbing joints and general soreness, and acetaminophen for your growing fever. You estimated, from prior experience, that your fever would break a week or two in when you took care to drink water, ate correctly, took your meds and slept regularly, but it persisted. Your fever was like a pest, consistent and stubbornly staying in your system. 

It got to the point that your nose became much too irritated, sensitive to the slightest touch or whenever you sneezed again and again. Your nose pained you with everything you did, and after one too many sneeze, something ruptured. You splattered blood on the inside of your mask after a painful sneeze, a raspy cough following it and a flurry of panic from them. Throwing away any caution and self-consideration for their health to hurry to your side, worried hands pawing at you and whispering their concerns at your sudden bloody nose. 

If they were worried about you before, now they were extremely concerned. Price had you confined to your room, tied down to your bed and left under watch with at least one man by your side, and they ignored every little complaints and huffs you threw at them. Ghost and Horangi had to manhandle you to your bed, laying your head on the soft pillow Alejandro and Rudy went on a hunt for and covering - wrapping you in with how much you struggled against them - you with a thick and warm blanket that Gaz went to the trouble of buying on a sudden whim. 

The sergeants had more time on hand, rerouting to your room so often that they lived with you, entertaining you when you grew bored from reading novels and watching a série or documentary on your tablet. They made you laugh and made your moments less depressing. Ghost and the colonels had less time to visit, but they came whenever they could, always bringing a plate of sweets or a snack to fix your occasional hunger; Ghost with his chip bag, König with his pastry, and Alejandro with his spiced food. Price was the busiest man of the team, glued to his desk and old and used chair, signing paperwork and having to think of a temporary replacement for you, but he still had time to pass at night or after he ate, bringing you a plate from the mess hall. 

You hated being sick, it went against all you stood for and it ultimately made your Task Force worry and fuss about you.

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[trashy-tries-writing]

Hii! 🍄Anon is back!!

You said you welcome requests for and about Ravine, right? So I was wondering if I could ask about some of the cod mens reaction to Ravine being a GOD TIER cook?🤤 Like no one would expect him to be able to make such delicious meals but when he does, one bute and you are literally sent to the Gates of heaven. Like you are GONE! Unless you think he's an absolute awful cook? Which in that case just do the opposite. I feel like there be at least one person who would eat his cooking no matter how awful it is (Cough Soap Cough).

Like most people food is the quickest way to my heart so I feel like this be an interesting situation!🍕

Anyways thanks again for liking my dumb random babbles about how cool i think Ravine is! Have a cookie for your prize! 🍪

(Omfg it’s so hard to write with no motivation, jesus 💀 Anon I am so sorry for the wait and if this is a little disappointing😰)

Hi hi 🍄Anon👋

(Thank you for the cookie 😋)

Ravine is a pretty good cook since he took many job offers he could get to earn money for his daughter’s surgery ( Oop he had a daughter?! <o< )

(Soap really be trying not to hurt anyone's feelings but his own taste buds. I feel like Gaz would leave it in his mouth and then spit it out when the cook isn’t watching🤣🤣)

It must have been a hard month for Ravine to volunteer to cook. He sees the team starting to slouch and drag their feet across the dirt like dead weights. At the end of the month they were moving around like shrimps.

Ravine made a whole list for each individual of 141; Los Vaqueros and decided to cook their favorite. (No one will ever know how he got that information.)

Soap is the first one to leave his room and follow the heavenly scent slowly filling the area, then Gaz, Alejandro and the rest.

They are surprised to see Ravine standing in the kitchen and moving around like it was the back of his hand.

The longer they stare from the doorway the more some eyes trail down his body. The sleeves of his t-shirt barely showed the skin of his arm that was hidden behind arm sleeves and his muscles bulged with every move.

Alejandro was tempted to whistle at the back view but Rudy, who had known him for a long time was shaking his head at him but didn't say a thing otherwise.

Gaz slowly steps closer to the cook, commenting how good it smells, to hide the fact he wasn't even eyeing the food in the pan but his arm sleeves that squeezed his biceps just right.

Soap leans away from the doorway to join Ravine's other side, his gaze drifting from the pan and spatula to his hands that were freed from the gloves he always wore. He licks his lips unconsciously at the gracious view gifted to his eyes.

Ravine seems to have different thoughts.

"Out."

"...Huh?"

Gaz and Soap find themselves kicked out of the kitchen with the door closed on their faces. It earns them a chuckle from the others at their expressions.

In Ravine’s eyes the kitchen was just another battlefield, one mess would trigger a second and third. Especially with the giant knives around, Ravine rather not have blood spilled.

The team find themselves at the table and they can’t believe their eyes at the various food displayed in front of them. They all subconsciously turn towards Ravine who leaves the kitchen with a plate of his own.

Rudy kindly asks him if he was going to eat with them but feels disappointed when the cook shakes his head.

He points inside the kitchen at the fridge, “Desserts.” and leaves the amazed group to eat in his room.

Ghost turns his eyes back at his plate and takes a mouthful. It felt like he was eating at a really fancy restaurant, not that he would ever go to such a place.

They serve a giant plate with one bite of food on it and then make you pay over 1000. Such a waste of money. Compared to that Ravine’s food was actually to die for and he would actually pay him that much to cook for him again.

Gaz kind of feels emotional. After such a long and rough month, homemade food was the best for the tiring heart. It was even better when the food tasted like it was cooked by a god.

With each bite, more saliva fills their mouths and a groan of satisfaction leaves them.

Soap swears he saw angels for a second.

Alejandro couldn’t stop complimenting with his mouth still full and Rudy nodded alongside him, both feeling like they were flying among the clouds, weightless and light as a feather.

Soap was the most curious about Ravine. Well, he was the one who showed his interest more verbally and visibly.

The men have so many questions and their curiosity slowly drags them to the depths.

Like is there anything Ravine couldn’t do??? The perfect soldier, a cold looking man but didn’t shy away to show kind gestures. And now they find out that he definitely worked as a chef before and now they want to know more about his life before he became a part of the military.

Hell even Ghost shared more than Ravine ever did and some of the men met Ravine waa-ay before the others.

The food was wolfed down and the plate almost licked clean. (Soap definitely licked it clean without any shame.)

They felt more energetic than the hellish month started and felt thankful for Ravine’s kind gesture. It just bothered them that Ravine was eating alone in his room again, probably working on engine stuff they did not understand while they were sitting in the cozy atmosphere with each other’s company.

Price steps away from the group to check up on the lone man, a bowl filled with watermelon and mango in his hand.

He knocks on the door and waits for Ravine to let him in.

Price can see the plate on his desk, not even halfway done eaten with stacks of paperwork on the other side. He pats the soldier on the back, sighing slightly before telling him to take it easy for once.

“Aye.”

He leaves the fruit bowl beside his dinner and feels content when Ravine visibly perks up. A soft smile spreads on Price’s lips and he would have ruffled his head but the helmet was in the way.

“Enjoy son.”

Extra:

Rudy and Gaz didn’t let Ravine back in the kitchen when they saw him at the sink, about to clean everything himself even though he made such an effort to cook 6 different dishes for them.

They wanted to hug him because it was really delicious but Ravine was already backing away when they inched closer. So they shut the door softly on him so he wouldn’t come back to clean.

Soap and Alejandro really want Ravine to cook again but don’t want to bother him because he’s always busy with something else.

When they find out Ravine likes watermelon and mango, they definitely went to buy more so the fridge was always stocked with it.

Ghost lent a helping hand to Ravine whenever he could to thank him for the wonderful dinner.

Price makes sure he has less paperwork if he can help it.

[rpreaperperson]

11 : Feelings

Masterlist

Twack

“WOOO!! YOU GOT ‘IM CLAWW!~” Soap cheered for her and Gaz clapped excited while munching as Claw slammed Ghost into the training mat with her weight

“Ehehehe”  praise after praise addressed to her don't forget a scratch and a lot of petting on her head, Ghost who just got his ass whooped watching her ears twitching in delight and her fluffy tail then in the corner of her eyes Claw saw Professor

“Professor!!” Claw skipping toward her hugging the Old Lady tightly

“Do you have a time to play with me?” The professor didn’t mind sweat coming from her

“No..I just having a discuss with Captain Price, then I’ll be heading to Lab”

“but...Professor..when will you...” her smile turn down

“Soon as I can, until then you obey whatever they told you to and remember what I told you to, hm?” Professor rubbing her cheeks

“Okay...” ears flattened in disappointment, the old woman wiped out Claw's sweaty forehead with her palm she felt the biggest pride for Claw, even though she doesn't have a blood relation with Claw

She treat her like her own child...even when the first time she met her

“this will be NOT the last you saw me, take care dear” Professor pinching her soft cheeks then she looked up to stare at the Lieutenant with her dead eyes, Ghost stared at her with distrust in his eyes then she glance at Claw again

“Dont forget what im told you dear..take care...be strong” the old woman pecking her sweaty forehead and then playfully wiping her mouth

“Yuckk..your so sweaty” Claw giggles and rubs herself wiping her sweaty body to Professor

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Hopping out of the vehicle Claw swirled her tail brushing it with her hands followed by Soap and Ghost as they walked forward into the empty building, she frowned when she felt an unruly fur in her hand

“Where are we?” ask Soap

“Alejandro safehouse, gave me the location just in case” explain Ghost

“Why didn’t he tell me?”

“It was need to know”

“did he told you Bonnie?” Soap glance at Claw

“mmh...”Claw hummed still focussing at her unruly tails, mindlessly nodding Ghost took a glance at Claw who seems distress 

“What if I need to know?” Soap snapped his head at Ghost

“Shh, Johnny” hushed Ghost,he knelt wiping out the dry brush

“Pressure plate”

“Alejandro rigged it”

“Smart bastard” Claw saw an open window carve out, letting go her tails she walk there hopping into the window

“hey Bonnie wait up!” Soap rushed to her way

Once inside the empty building, she smelled someone familiar, followed by Soap scanning the building with his gun

“There’s someone here” her ears twitching, eyes glowing scanning the area a movement catching her eyes

“Down Claw” command Ghost then he throwing his knife as someone who hiding behind the wood pillar

“Master Rudy?” Ask Claw her ears perk up

“Claw? Soap! Ghost! You’re alive” he took Ghost knife and jump down to the ground giving Ghost his knife back

“Nice throw”

Suddenly Claw leaned to Rudy, wrapping her arm around his waist without a word Rudy accepted her hug and leaned his head into hers

“..m sorry Master..I can’t protect Master Ale from being taken away..” she whimper, Rudy rubbing her back pecking her head uncounciusly in a second both Soap and Ghost scowl at him

“Its alright Hermana...” when Rudy look up to Ghost and Soap their face back normal

“Where were you guys?” ask Rudy still embracing Claw

“On the run”

“We were on ther run, Master Ghost waited for us” Claw unwarps her arms from Rudy's waist and looks up at him

“of course, no?”

“no”

“Yes. We’re a team. All of us, this happened on my watch and I’ll need help tp fix it. No one fight alone” claim Ghost

“Why did Graves turn?”ask Rudy, Claw flinched at the name as she sulked and looked down fidgeting her sharp nails ears flopped down to her head glancing at Soap wounds on his shoulder clenching her fist tight

“For now, General Shepherd, Laswell, and anyone else outside this room is considered a hostile” Claw snap her head up at Ghost claim

“e-even Professor?” she whimper at Ghost, he glance at her narrowing his eyes

For the first time he met the old woman he got a weird feeling from her, a sense of distrust blooming the moment he caught her sharp dead glance

He gave her a firm nod, and her shoulder slumped but she only could obey what Ghost told her because she promised Professor to obey only 141 while she was absent

.

After discussing about rescue plan for Alejandro, while both Ghost and Rudy are on the other side of the room preparing the equipment, Claw drags Soap to tend his wound takes out the bullet sits him down on a wooden chair

Taking an alcohol out from her vest that she found from the the store while she was sneaking around from the Shadow and a medical supplies that Rudy gave her, she untied the bandage and looked at the wound

“Master..this will hurt..” warn Claw her blue eyes staring at him deep, huffed Soap ruffles her head

“Heh dont worry Bonnie..been through the worst..” pursing her lips Claw poured the achohol on his wounded shoulder and tightly shut his mouth Soap tried not to wince away from her

With a bit of hesitation, Claw takes a tweezer and digs it into his wounded shoulder to take out the bullet

“Ngh..!” Soap tremble in pain but he endured it,  his hand gripped hard on the edge of the chairs

The tweezer got the bullet then she slowly pulled it out so it didn't slip out from the tweezer once she finally got the bullet out Claw immediately cleaned up his wound stitched it then bandaged it up again

“Khh..Damn..Lass...you good at this..even better than..those medic I – “Soap halted when he saw his favorite hybrid tremble and a tear roll down her cheeks

“Bonnie?”

“m sorry...I..” she putting the tweezer down wiping the tears with her arms

“hey..hey..whats wrong?” Soap cupping her cheeks

“I should’ve protect you..b-but..I-I..Im so useless..”

“hey..you ‘ave done much, you know that..dont cry..”

“Im sorry..please..dont throw me away...” Claw hiding her face with her bloodied hand doesn’t if the blood smearing on her face, she could remember clearly her time at the Lab and how the other scientists look down upon her with the look of..

Just the think of it Claw sobbing curled her tails

Hate to see her cry like this, an idea pops out from his head he truly hated to take advantage of her like this but to see Claw with tears of anguish was the most thing he hate

“Bonnie..” he softly called once Claw look at him, Soap lean into her face

“Mmp?!”

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Satisfied with the equipment they prepare Ghost slings up the bag onto his shoulder

“Gonna get this to the truck” Claim Ghost to Rudy as he nods to Ghost he continues to tidy up their equipment, Ghost walks into the truck once he puts the bag inside he decides to take a look at Claw and Soap doing

“Jhonny, Claw you – “he halted when he saw an intimate moment between them

Soap deepened his kiss and then pushed away from her to take a breath

“M-Ma-Master..!” Claw squeak

“Sorry..just hate ta see you crying like that..gotta find a way to make ya stop cryin’”

“Well theres another way to make me stop crying!”

Ghost just walked away from the scene before any of them noticed he was there, He didn't want to be involved in any drama they making right now he always knew that the Sergeant always had feelings for the hybrid and he didn't mind it

Happy for both of them... But why....

Does he feel a pinch of jealousy in his heart right now?

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[ragingbookdragon]

When It Rains, It Pours

Rudy Parra x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.6K Warnings: Explicit Language, Mature Themes

Author's Note: ;) -Thorne

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They’d all scattered into the wind like bats out of hell when Graves and his team had opened fire on them. She had been one of the first to start moving back the second Graves’ tone had changed, only turning tail and running when the gunfire started. She didn’t know how far she’d run but when she stopped, there were no Shadow’s tailing her, and she was on a side of the town she hadn’t seen before.

Hiding in an alley behind a dumpster, she took out her scanner and tapped at the screen, trying to pinpoint Ghost and Soap’s locations. Nothing would come up and the rumble of thunder echoed in her ears, signaling that if she hadn’t already lost tracking ability, she was about to. She tried once more for their locations before switching course of action and pinging Alejandro’s and Rudy’s. Alejandro’s hadn’t moved much from the former location, and she cursed, knowing he was either dead or captured. Rudy’s however was moving quickly out of town.

She put the device away and started out towards the street when a jeep pulled up beside her. “Ah shit,” she muttered as two of Graves’ Shadows crawled out and pointed weapons at her.

“Drop your weapons!” one shouted, the other coming around the vehicle.

“C’mon boys, lets just pretend we didn’t see each other, yeah?” she asked. “I mean, I don’t want to do this, you don’t want to do this. Neither of us really want to do—"

The one stalked towards her, rifle pointed. “I said, drop your fuck—”

She grabbed the barrel of his rifle, shoving it down before she sunk her forearm into his throat, shoving him sideways when the other opened fire. His body floundered from the impact, gargles escaping him as his teammate gasped in shock, and she grabbed her knife, throwing it as hard as she could. It sunk into the Shadow’s eye, and he jerked, hitting his knees, body pitching forward onto the concrete.

Taking the knife out, she wiped the blood and brains that had come with it on the poor bastard’s back. Sheathing it, she slipped into the driver’s seat, not bothering to move the body as she drove over it, though she did wince as she heard cracking and squelching; one handheld the steering wheel as the other felt around for her device again. Rudy’s location had moved much farther, and she followed it, hoping that it was him driving whatever vehicle he was in and not a Shadow.

***

By the time she’d pulled up to the small building, the rain had started pouring, lighting scattering across the sky as thunder shook everything in its path with reverb. Rudy’s location had fallen off the map about thirty minutes prior, and there was no vehicle in sight, part of her wondering if she had followed wrong. She got out of the jeep, turning it off before stowing the keys under the driver’s seat. Rain drenched her clothes as her feet sunk into the mud as she walked around, barely managing to avoid stepping on a pressure plate in the front. Nope, she was in the right place.

She looked around for an entry to the building, seeing an open window across the wall; hurrying over, she shoved some of the wooden boxes closer and stepped up, pulling herself up the ledge. As she cocked her leg over, the mud on her boot slickened the ledge and her grip slipped, a sharp gasp escaping her as she fell head first onto the floor.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” she muttered with a groan, and she rolled over, forearms and elbows aching from the brunt of the fall—at least she’d managed to not break her neck, what a shit way to go that would be for her friends to find out. She gathered her things, intent to stand when a red light flickered on her chest and she muttered, “Fuck me.” She lifted her hands slowly beside her head in an act of peace. “Easy, buddy,” she said loud enough for whoever was up in the back to hear. “Graves is going to want me alive, not dead. You shoot me and he’s not going to be happy.”

“Empress?” someone called, the red light sliding off her chest and she squinted in the dark as a head appeared from the side.

“Rudy?” she returned. “Is that you?”

“It’s me,” he replied, dropping down from the ledge to walk over.

She couldn’t see him in the dark but every time the lightning streaked the sky, she saw his face; he knelt beside her and she reached up, pulling him into a hug. “Estoy muy feliz de verte,” she breathed into his ear. “Dios estoy feliz de verte vivo.”

His hands wrapped around her waist hesitantly and he murmured, “Estoy feliz de verte vivo también.” He pulled back slightly, gazing at her. “Where are Ghost and Soap?”

“I don’t know,” she answered. “Couldn’t get their locations to show up on the scanner. Ghost would’ve done away with the tracker and Soap’s may have fallen off.”

“Trackers?”

She reached up behind him and snagged something out of his hood, showing it to him. About the size of a thumb nail and no longer beeping red like it usually would’ve. “I tracked you here.”

Rudy pulled away from her to take the tracker from her. “When did you put this on me?”

She stood to her feet and stretched. “Remember that time I told you that your time on your knees was next?” she asked. “That’s when.”

He stood too. “Oh, so it was a ploy to put the tracker on me?”

“Oh no,” she replied with a smirk. “I’m still one hundred percent serious about you, cowboy.” Walking away, she looked around. “Where are we?”

“Alejandro’s safehouse.”

“Hmm…doesn’t feel very safe. Feels more like storage.”

“Storage for his gear.”

She started tugging off the gear she had on, yanking off the sopping jacket she had on. “Rain’s coming down like a goddamn flood. Get me a clean shirt if you can find one.”

“Sure,” he said, sounding like he almost tripped over himself when the tight, black shirt came off too; he returned moments later with a clean white shirt, a size or two too big but it would work until hers dried out. “Aquí.”

She took it from him. “Thank you, Rudy,” she murmured, taking it from him; he stood there, and she looked at him. “I’m going to take my bra off, Rudy.”

“What?”

“My bra. It’s wet too.” She blinked. “I mean, I have no issues with you staring at my girls. They’re pretty. And pierced. But I mean, I figured I’d warn you before I stripped more.”

“I, uh, Dios mío,” he breathed, spinning around with such a speed it made her head spin.

As she lifted the sports bra, she asked, “Rudy, eres virgen?”

He spluttered. “Qué!”

She wrung the water from her bra. “You are, aren’t you?”

“No soy un virgen,” he flustered. “He tenido sexo antes.”

“Uh huh,” she doubted. “Well it was either terrible or it’s only happened once because you still act like a virgin.”

“Or I act like a man who wants to show a woman respect,” he retorted.

Slipping the white shirt on, she nudged him in the knee and he turned around. “How many times?”

Rudy cleared his throat, looking past her at the wall. “Sólo una vez.”

“What was it? High school girlfriend? A girl you met in basic training?” she couldn’t see it, but she knew his cheeks were reddening. “Basic training, wasn’t it? Was she older?” his foot sunk into the dirt as he scuffed his boot. “Oh, she was? Rudy, tú perro picaro,” she chastised. “You slept with your superior.”

“It was only once,” he admitted. “We were drunk and flirting and it—”

She grinned at him and crooked a finger at him; Rudy stepped forward like his feet were full of lead, breathing quickening when she grabbed the side of the table and inched herself to the edge until her knees were tucked snugly on either side of his thighs. “There’s no need to explain how it happened when you can just show me, Rudy.”

“Ay Cristo, ay mierda, ay joder,” he started muttering to himself, hands into fists like he was trying to keep himself from grabbing her.

She let her hands come up, teasing beneath his vest. “Take a breath, Sergeant Major, you look like you’re going to combust.” He swallowed thickly and she added, “if you want to stop we can always consider this just…light-hearted teasing.”

“No, quiero esto,” he blurted out and she fell silent; Rudy then took a deep breath. “Simplemente no quiero hacerlo aquí.” Finally, he found his hands, and reached up, warm fingers brushing along the column of her throat. “Te mereces algo más que una mesa dura.”

“Oh, honey, I’d take a dirt floor if it meant I’d get you.” Her hum made the tips of his fingers tingle and she cooed, “But please, be a gentleman. Lucky me. Most guys would jump at the chance.”

“I am not most guys,” Rudy retorted, fingers clenching at the nape of her neck.

“No you’re not,” she said, and reached up, curling her fingers in the opening of his jacket. “Now if you’re not going to absolutely ruin me, kiss me at least?”

He leaned down, let her close her eyes, and he stopped, lips brushing hers as he warned, “Oh, te voy a destruir, pero no aquí, Emperatriz.”

She grinned, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him onto the table with her. “Ooo, I like it when you find your guns, cowboy.”

[tomatoswup]

141 and Tacos [Headcanons]

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra

Whilst 141 and you are on a quick break through the streets of Mexico, do you spot a fairly sized taco stand on the side of the sidewalk. Eat up! What kind of tacos would 141 like?

A/N: Y'all can't tell me 141 DIDN'T eat any mexican food during their time in Mexico cause i knOW they were starving goDDAMN,,, Also this was written with a reader with Mexican origin or relation in mind, so take that as you will.

also first post on this blog ★

warnings: none unless you don't like the description of cow tongue or somethin' :)

Price

This man loves the good ol' classic Tacos De Carne

Asks the poor vendor to pour a ungodly amount of onions ontop because's who's gonna stop him cmon now,,

also he's british,,,

Rudy kinda looks at him like 'Damn does the man like onions this much?'

Fell in LOVE with the salsa verde although he had a stroke at first

Orders 10 tacos de carne and a quesadilla because he's about "variety"

After his first time eating them, he craves tacos a bit more after finishing missions.

That one dude that puts hella avocado in his tacos

No like literally the poor tortilla is gonna pop open

"..."

"What?"

"Price your taco is gonna literally fucking explode.."

Instead of killing enemies, Price is killing these poor tacos

He still eats them in peace tho 🫶

Soap

Soap's a bit more of the daring/curious one

So he tries the Tacos de Lengua first since you offer one to those who dared eat it because you're pretty sure none of the 141 members (excluding Alejandro and Rudy) have tasted cow tongue before.

Cringed at first when he took the first bite tbh

The texture was something that threw him wayyy off

Like who tf thought putting cow tongue in tacos was a good idea??

But as he slowly started taking it in, it actually tasted...good?

The meat was soft and chewy but it oddly felt comforting?

Quickly found himself to actually like the tacos and orders 5 more from the vendor.

Asks if your mother makes them, and if you say yes, he WILL ask for an invite.

"IS THIS WHAT YOU LIVE WITH?? YOU'VE EATEN THIS YOUR WHOLE LIFE?!"

croaked at the salsa roja though, started tearing up a lil`,, it's ok tho you pat his back as he chugs water.

Gaz

i will die with the headcannon that gaz is as gen.z as he can be

Orders Tacos de Birria because he remembered Rodolfo talking about eating some for lunch.

He also remembers seeing people cook them on his insta feed so

Likes the greasiness to them tbh

AND THE CHEESE PULL HE GOT WHEN HE TOOK THAT FIRST BITE? JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL THIS MAN IS IN HEAVEN

His leg gave out as he finished his first taco

you know the lil birria juice they give yall in a lil bowl? Stained.

His fingers are drenched and shi

50 napkins by his plate as he eats ong

Ate 4 before he tapped out

Will chug a coke and a water after so his arteries don't feel as clogged tho

This poor man is in a food coma at the lil picnic table by the stand by how full he got with only 4 of those tacos.

"Ayo where's Gaz?"

Gaz: -Sprawled out on the picnic table seat with his eyes closed-

"Oh fuck he's dead-"

"I lived bitch."

Ghost

Was very hesitant to taste tacos out in the streets at first because damn his paranoia does get ahead of him :(

But after everyone tries them, he tries to give them a shot

Didn't like the tacos de lengua because of the texture

And the tacos de birria were too greasy for him (but if he would've totally ate them after drinking though)

But damn, looking at the pastor slowly rotate on the vertical rotisserie did make it look really appetizing...

No regrets

Really likes the tad of sweetness added to the flavor because of the pineapple added

Ghost really loves meat so when he watched the vendor pack the tortilla with pastor, he knew he was in for a ride.

Orders quite a bit,, like 7 (or more if he's really hungry)

Faces away from yall to eat so you guys couldn't see his reaction but damn, that empty plate tells stories..

Alejandro

Being born in Mexico got it perks ngl

And being in Special Forces allows him to travel all around the Mexican states.

So he's tried alot of taco varieties

But his heart and soul will always be with Barbacoa straight from his momma's home OR from Las Almas.

Either in tacos or with a full plate of rice and frijoles puercos he will FUCK THEM UP.

Plate cleared and EVERYTHING

He loves eating them when he's homesick :(

Lives by salsa roja,, and throughout these headcannons I'm not talking about the salsa only made with tomatoes,, I'm talking about it being made with them red hot ass chiles.

The butt on fire kinda salsa roja

Drinks one corona whilst eating

But also waters that down with a cold water righttt after 😌

Rodolfo

Another classic,, Loves the crunch of the tacos de chicharron ♡

Like Alejandro, he pours an crazy ass amount of salsa roja on top

And lemon, lots of lemon on top,,

Soap and Ghost watch him in curiosity and fear as he drenched his tacos red

You give him props fr fr

Always drinks a Jarrito de Tamarindo with his tacos, like a baller~

Orders like 5 normally and like 1 taco de chorizo on the side :P

Just as a palette cleanser, but besides tacos de chicharron, he also likes the taste of tacos de lengua

But tbh it just depends on how he's feeling

Likes his onions cooked and put on the side so he can just plain right eat them.

And righttt after he's done eating everything, he grabs another Jarrito as a finisher :D

[spookypete-94]

Beastie: Chapter #4 GhostXFem!reader

Slow burn, following MW2 storyline, eventually branching into my own. Warning for canon COD violence and language.

chapter 3

chapter 2

chapter 1

Photo found on Pinterest, found it lovely!

word count 2,881

Y/N didn't rest for long. It was the kind of sleep that you woke up feeling groggy, rested, but still awoke like the dead. She leaned over the cot, sitting across the side with her hand in her head for a few minutes. Finally, she stood up and opened the sliding door that gave her privacy into her room. Her eyes glanced down to her watch, it was still around 11 PM telling her she only slept for a couple hours. In the main room there was a group in a circle sitting around talking still. It looked to be Alejandro, Rudy, Soap and Graves.

Alejandro heard her first, turning around to look at her.

"Hey, Sleeping Beauty, get enough sleep?" He asked her in Spanish, leading her to scoff and chuckle.

"Like a rock," she confirmed, "but still hideous," she joked answering him back in his native tongue.

He chuckled, "There's still food if you want it," he said pointing to a make shift table a few roasters with paper plates near by.

"Thanks," she said walking around the circle and heading towards the food. It smelled delightful most of the work she had done leaving her starving. After her plate was made, she walked to one of the corners of the room near the table and started eating. Just waking up left her not very social yet, she preferred to eat first and then she would join the group.

Soap seeing her get food stood up and approached her.

She watched him walk up to her, his vest off since the day was coming to an end along with their work.

" 'Sup?" she said giving him a head nod.

He chuckled, standing in front of her for a bit.

"How ya' feelin'?" his accent thick.

"Honestly not terrible all things considering. You good?" she asked which he nodded to. "Get that piece of shit dropped off to his kind again?"

"Yeah," he said eyebrows raising, "ran his mouth the entire time."

"I believe it," she said finishing her last taco, throwing the plate away.

"Listen," he said his voice turning serious, "I'm glad you were here today."

This made her ears perk up, his words of endearment coating her heart from Ghost telling her act of bravery was a "stupid fuckin' move."

She looked at him, face appalled as she tried to find words, "Thank you, I'm glad you were too, we all made a good team in a shit situation." She wanted to be humble with him, grateful he could talk to her in that kind of way.

He nodded agreeing with her, "I know Ghost can be hard with words... but he appreciates you too."

She sighed arms crossing across her chest, "I don't know man, he seems to think I'm a newbie at this."

"I think it's because he doesn't want you to get hurt."

" 'Cause he thinks I'm weak because I'm a woman?" her tone getting heated, quickly changing her conversation with Soap.

"No, no," he said quickly shaking his head and hands, "The LT seems to be kind of old school, I think he's caught off guard because you are a woman in a man's line of work, and he feels the need to keep you safe. You are respected here, you have more then proved that." He said trying to calm her down.

She blinked, taking Soap's words into consideration. They way Ghost had opened the door on the truck for her to get in, he blocked Hassan from talking to and viewing her anymore out in the desert, and the way he took the tote from her to put into the truck... She had joked about it but he really was a gentleman.

"Alright," she said nodding, "I appreciate it Soap, I do." He nodded back at her.

"Come sit with us for a wee bit?"

"Sure," she said stepping forward to follow him to the where the group was sitting.

"Tequila?" Rudy handed up a bottle to her.

"Fuck no," she said a short chuckle following her out.

"Awh why not?" he asked.

"Makes me crazy," she said to him, making Rudy and a the others laugh.

"You know Spanish?" Soap asked her sitting across from them.

"I know enough."

"It's decent," Alejandro said looking over to her, "Rudy says your dad is Mexican?"

"Stepdad," she clarified "he was raised by Mexicans, he was born and raised in Texas on a ranch. Made sure I knew it, found it important."

The conversation turned quiet again after this.

"Texas is where I'm from," Graves said looking up to her.

"Yeah? Which part?" She asked.

"Dallas."

"San Antonio." she said to him.

Her phone that was specific to Laswell vibrated in her pocket. Grabbing it out of her cargos, stretching the Velcro as she reached in. She had an email from Laswell that was sent to her and General Shepherd. From the hit on Hassan's phone, proving that he had contact with someone from Spain in an area where the Cartel is known to have warehouses, a place where missiles could fit. The email advised her that Laswell was going with 2 other people to check it out. One being Captain John Price and the other Sergeant Garrick. Laswell's assignment was recon and exfil if needed, leaving her to be the only one on her task while Price and Garrick searched the buildings. Y/N passed the phone over to Alejandro to read the email, who then sent it over to Rudy to do the same. Finally when they were done, she reached over handing it to Soap so he could see it as well.

After he finished reading it, he handed the phone back to her clearly reading the hesitancy on her face. "I know Price, Gaz and I trained together too, Laswell's in good hands."

"Think I'm going to go call her just to talk it over with her," she said standing up, already dialing her number. Y/N could see Graves leaning in to the others to check what was happening

It didn't take Laswell long to pick up.

"Beastie," she said tone serious.

"Let me come with you," she blurted.

"I knew you weren't going to take this well."

"Let me come with you," she repeated more solemn this time.

"There's no time, I'm already heading out."

This made Y/N stomach flop.

"I'll notify you as soon as I'm back and safe."

Y/N sighed. The line was quiet for a long time. "You called me stubborn earlier tonight, but really I think it is you." Y/N said her tone sounding worried.

Laswell chuckled, "I've been doing this long time, probably before you were born," she joked. "I'll be fine, I trust Price."

"Alright...." Y/N said giving into Laswell's choice. "Can you just communicate with me as it goes so I know you are all alright?"

"Always." Laswell said her tone trying to sound warm to comfort Y/N.

"Be careful," Y/N said.

"I'll be fine Beastie, get some rest for now."

Y/N stood outside for a bit, arms resting against the rail guard her head on her forearms.

She could then smell cigarette smoke making her glance up and look over her shoulder. It was Ghost, still in his gear, brown clothes on so he could blend in with his surrondings.

"Ya' alright?" he asked.

She handed the phone with the email brought up so he could read it.

"Hmmm," was all he could say as he finished reading it and handing it back to her.

"Hate not being able to go with her," she said confiding in Ghost how she honestly felt about the whole thing, sticking her phone back into her pocket.

"She's in good hands," Ghost said.

"Soap said the same."

"Probably the truest and smartest thing he has said all day." He said trying to joke, causing Y/N to snort.

"Just don't want her to be in a shit show is all."

"You're needed in the shit here, she will be ok," he said firmer. She glanced over at him, the first time since she had started talking to him outside. He had his mask up to his nose, cigarette in his hand, blowing out a puff of smoke. Y/N sighed and nodded, diverting her eyes again quickly, noticing that Ghost seemed to prefer his anonymity

"Yeah," she said quickly trying to convince herself to soothe her nerves.

"You're needed," replaying over and over in her head with Ghost's voice, making her heart flutter.

"I'm sorry I wacked out on you in the truck earlier," she said to him, still looking off into the sand in front of them.

"S' fine." was all he said approaching her standing next to her and leaning against the railing.

"Do you know how fucking tired I am of sand?" she asked trying to change the subject again from something less awkward. The view before them was a sea of sand, sand as far as the eye could see.

This made a rumble of a chuckle echo from within his shell of his gear. Oh, how she liked that sound.

"Me too."

The conversation between them seemed to end there, but she was ok with the silence that resonated from them. Y/N wasn't even sure of what to say next, so it was probably for the best anyways. She looked out at Ghost from the corner of her, seeing he was doing the same. His mask was down and cigarette had been stomped out.

"You lookin' at me?" she asked turning her head to better face him.

"I am." was all he said, making her cheeks flush, as she turned to look back ahead, avoiding letting him see.

The same chuckle sounded before, him turning to leave to go back inside. Her heart bounced around within her ribs, like a bird that had been let out of a cage, eager and some how still frightened. He saw her face turn red. She knew he did. She leaned her head against her forearms, internally groaning. Finally, after what felt like a half hour she went back inside, the same group of men sitting in their half circle, only this time Ghost had sat next to Soap.

"Lass," Soap said acknowledging she had come back.

She felt like she had froze, but still kept moving. She was having an out of body experience with his brown orbs glued to her again. Did she sit back down with them? Or go back to her cot?

"Think we should all go to bed," Alejandro said standing up, ready to dispel the group. Oh how she was grateful for his perfect timing. She took this as a moment to wave them all off as she headed back to her room, moving with such speed away from them all. Sliding the door shut on her private quarters she huffed, the feeling of relief washing over her. She wasn't exactly tired yet since her nap from when they got back earlier, so she took the time to document all that had happened within the past few days. It was her way of keeping things straight until the time to write her rendition of things that happened for Laswell and her uppers. This eventually made her tired, slipping out of her cargos and dirty shirt and into something more comfortable and crawled into her cot. Blanket and pillow pulled up to her, her eyes finally shut, sleep claiming her once more.

The noise from others is what eventually wakes her. The normality of the base. Talking, laughter and furniture moving. Y/N rolled out of bed, grabbing new clothes and prepared to head to the showers. The comfortable clothes she had wore exposed more of her skin, showing off the tattoos that she had up and down her arms and legs, along with the scars from battle she had gathered over the years. Her left arm and leg was adorned with black and white art, her right side was colorful and bright. Generally when she wasn't in her normal black long sleeves and cargos people tended to look, giving her pride in herself... but there was one man she wanted to avoid for it- his attention making her nervous.

She bolted into one of the 1 man bathrooms of the base, locking the door behind her. Happy that she had got past by anyone without being stopped. She started the shower, grabbing her essentials and stood under the water. The one thing she could give Alejandro's base is the water was always hot and seemed to have a plethora of it.

Once clean, and ready to get out, she stood under the water for a few minutes before turning it off. The water running off the dirt and blood from her sinful acts from yesterday, honestly, she probably should of showered last night before she got into her cot.

She redressed herself in her typical black long sleeve and cargos, recovering her tattoos. As she opened the door to the bathroom steam rolled out.

"Good lord Lass," she heard Soap say, watching the steam. "Shower hot enough for you?"

"Sorry, reminds me of Hell, I mean home," she joked, causing him to shake his head, but the same chuckle from last night rumbled out, Ghost not too far away but close enough to hear.

She scampered away, grabbing herself a cup of coffee from the kitchenette and grabbed her phone to call Laswell to check on her status.

The phone cycled through, ringing and ringing with no answer.

...Ok, she thought to herself trying to be rational, Maybe they are still out in the field.... She sat down at a table and tried to keep herself preoccupied for the time being, trying to find distraction.

Alejandro must of sensed her being distraught. "You ok, Beastie?"

"Can't get Laswell," she answered stirring her now lukewarm coffee.

"I'm sure she is alright."

"You got anything I can do? Keep me busy?" she asked for a task hoping for distraction.

"We need things from the market I can get you a list," Alejandro said hoping that would appease Y/N

"Sounds great," she said grateful for something to do.

Alejandro came back with a list, Ghost also following him.

"Here. I know you can handle yourself too, but its probably best you take someone with you, just in case. Ghost volunteered to go with you."

...Of course he would, she thought to herself Anything to get under my skin right?

She took the list and glanced it over, most of the items needed in bulk to feed the Vaqueros. Alejandro walked away leaving her to look up at Ghost.

"Ready?" he asked, which she nodded to, following him to the truck.

"You want to drive this time?" She shook her head, letting him as she climbed into the passenger seat, staying quiet.

Thankfully Ghost didn't say anything about her silence, taking her further into town to the market. She had no problems finding the meat and vegetables along with the corn and flour to make their own food. She haggled with some of the vendors, showing them she wasn't just a basic American. Ghost watched her from the back, unbeknownst to her, Ghost had a smile on his face. He truly did admire her.

She checked her watch and noticed that only and hour and half had gone by.

"I'm gonna keep looking at stuff if that's ok."

Ghost nodded, prepared to follow her around.

She looked through the other vendors finding one with jewelry, a turqoise set catching her eye.

"Didn't take you for a jewelry type," Ghost commented.

"I'm not, my mom is." she said picking up the piece planning on paying for it.

"Your mom?" Ghost asked, this for some reason shocking him.

"Yeah," she said glancing over at him. She didn't realize he was sentimental for that because he missed his mom.

The vendor for this store was a small older woman.

Y/N set the turquoise pieces down on the counter planning to pay for it.

"Your man should pay for it. Bad luck for a woman to buy her own jewelry." The vendor told her.

"Eh- He isn't my man, this isn't for me," she said noticing Ghost walking beside her and pulling out his wallet.

The vendor seeming to ignore her, took the money from Ghost leaving Y/N to bore her eyes into the side of his head.

"Ghost," she said firmly.

"It's fine," he said taking the now bagged up jewelry set and handing it to her.

"It is most definitely not fine."

"Oh, get over yourself, take it as an apology from yesterday. Besides, its for your mom right?" He said taking her breath away.

Did... did he just tell her to get over herself and put her in her place? "At least take my money for it," she said lightly, trying to remember Soap's words from yesterday.

"No." was all he said turning around waiting for her to follow him.

She sighed, frustrated with him, but still smiled.

"Thank you."

The ride back home still filled with silence, but she welcomed it from him, it was their normal.

"You know Spanish." The realization hitting her, making him smirk under his mask.

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[venus-lou]

Pluto’s help - 141 x f!Reader

Warning: horrible grammar, no plot

Word count: ~650

A/N: This is my first little blurb. I recently lost my job and decided to write a little something. I haven’t really done anything like this lately, art/writing block has been with me for a few years. Hopefully this isn’t to bad.

“Look Kat, I already told you. I am not joining Task force 141. You know I work alone, so I don’t know why you’re pushing this.” Sighing as you leaned back in your chair. You just finished a black op down in Ireland to tie loose ends that the ARW doesn’t want in the books. The safe house was only 8 klicks south of your current location, however the cut running down your leg and the bullet wound on your shoulder was making the hike excruciatingly slow.

The last thing you expected at the safe house was Laswell ushering you in and patching you up. “Look I don’t care if you hate 141 but we need you on this. Shadow Company, General Shepherd went black and I got 141 and Los Vaqueros out in Las Almas in guerrilla warfare.”

You took a deep breath, putting your boots back on. “When do I leave, debrief on the bird?”

“Watcher-1 to Bravo 0-9, you in position?” Laswell’s voice coming through your ear piece. After the debrief, you were to meet with Sergeant Rodolfo at the Vaqueros safe house where Ghost and Soap would be at.

“Nearly there.” Once you landed in Las Almas, it was strangely quiet. Houses and streets empty beside lifeless bodies of residents littering the streets. Threading your way to the safe house, luckily you had no encounter with Grave’s shadows, probably near the center of the city on a man hunt for Ghost and Soap.

“Bravo 0-9 to Watcher-1 going dark. Arrived at location” After hearing Laswell’s afrim, you switch off your radio. Slowly walking toward the door, gun raised prepared for any outlier that might be inside. Looking down you tilt your head to the side, noticing a pressure plate at the doorstep.

“Hmm Colonel Vargas smart man” looking around you notice a window nearby. Taking the knife from your holster, looking for any movement inside “Sergeant Major Parra? Pluto aquí. Laswell me envió”. You made yourself known in broken Spanish, hoping to find someone here. Laswell better have not sent me to a dead end. You thought as Major Parra looked at you from the shadows.

Sighing at the silence you received, you started switching between channels on your radio trying to reach one of the 141 out there.

“Bravo 0-9 to Ghost. This Pluto here to help.” You repeated between channels switching between Ghost and Soap. After a few tries you got nothing but static back, looking around you notice a shadow hiding behind a pillar. Before they can move you quickly throw the knife in your hand lodging it in the wooded post in front of them.

“Pluto? What kinda name is that?” Rodolfo finally came out the shadows approaching you. “Good throw. Call me Rudy” Sighing as you take back your knife “Thanks, I’m sure Laswell filled you in. I’m Pluto, what’s the current situation?

After Rudy explained everything from Graves to Alejandro and the rest of Los Vaqueros being locked in their own compound. You’re currently sitting on a crate cleaning your knife waiting for Ghost and Soap.

Your ear perked up after hearing some ruffling outside, turning to Rudy you both nodded and headed for cover in the shadows. Looking through your scope you notice a skull mask in the window and before you knew it, a knife lodged itself in the wood next to you.

“Ghost? Soap?” The skull mask quickly turned to the left looking at Rudy. You can see the tension in his shoulder loosen a bit. “Rudy. Glad to see you mate.”

Handing the knife back to Ghost “Not a nice gesture for your rescue now is it?”

“Pluto finally joined us huh?” Ghost stared at you for a while before turning to Rudy.

[wjehfshs]

I forgot to take my meds so I’m gonna do some silly short imagines/scenarios with COD and DBH characters x reader

Warnings??: swearing. Cringe and uncreative :3, but I’m having fun so… reader being chaotic and silly

Mentions of smoking/cigars at one point and blood at one point but not too bad

A really fucked up looking cake made by reader and Connor

Somewhat Connor x reader

Price being basically the dad of everyone

Hank and Connor being the best father son duo

Hank kinda being a father figure overall

Hank also creating an abomination

OOC Connor??? Sorta??? Idk if headcanons about Deviant Connor count as OOC we don’t really see much of Deviant Connors personality.

COD imagines

Reader: who’s got their hands on their favourite food and they’re devouring it (may or may not be inspired by me at dinner earlier today)

Everyone else: looking on in fear and awe, their food basically untouched as reader is basically oblivious to the world

Soap: “Jesus fuckin Christ lad/lass, could ya slow down?! It’s givin’ me a stomach ache just looking at ya”

Reader: who stops dead in their tracks, food stuffed in their mouth as they are mid chew, fork with more food on it held up in midair as if they are about to take another bite. And they start slowly chewing again as they slowly descend back into their episode of shovelling food down their throat

Soap: “that’s fuckin it, bloody hell im eatin in my room” as he picks up his plate and walks off

Reader: walking back inside with a plastic tub that seems to be wet and heavy.

Price: “what have you done this time.”

Reader: “noooothing” they smile a little to themselves as they try to conceal their laughter

Price: “let me look in the tub. Now.”

Reader: backing off not wanting to make him angry.

Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Rudy, Alejandro, and Graves: All siting peacefully in the main area.

Price: in the background “Why the fuck did you bring a fucking baby Shark inside?!”

Ghost: covered in glitter, absolutely pissed beyond belief “would you like to tell me why there was a bucket of glitter sat on top of my door?!”

Reader: “well that’s actually a funny story you see…” starts booking it in the opposite direction

Ghost: chasing after them at full speed, still covered in glitter, leaving a glitter trail behind him.

Everyone: very confused as to why there is a glitter trail eventually leading to a locked door with a glitter covered Ghost banging on it with reader crying/laughing behind it out of both fear and it being the funniest shit they have seen all day

COD headcanons

I like to imagine Gaz really likes Beyoncé so if he’s ever put on cleaning duty he will wait until everyone’s asleep and he’ll listen to Beyoncé with his headphones on while cleaning, he’s definitely been caught a couple times by Price or Graves or something. He never lived it down but it still didn’t stop his love for Beyoncé.

Soap really loves olives, like, REALLY loves them so much so to the point where every time they get a supply of Olives they have to lock them away so Soap doesn’t take them too his room and eat them all in one sitting (side note: I hate olives, I really fucking hate olives)

Ghost likes hello kitty because it reminds him of the softer things in life (which he doesn’t really get to see much I can imagine) so back at home he has a bunch of hello kitty stuff such as plushies all placed neatly on his bed along with some other stuff like bed sheets, but he refuses to take any of it with him on missions even if he can keep it in his room in the Barracks because he’s just so scared that if the Barracks get attacked his plushies will either get dirty/bloody or straight up “injured” and he just loves them too much to let that happen, just quietly he thinks if that where to ever happen his entire world would fucking crumble in front of him (self inserting myself a bit bc I love my plushies this much too and I love hello kitty)

Price although he smokes cigars he knows how it can make Gaz worry (worried son moment frfr) so he’s trying to stop so he’s taken up chewing a shit load of gum. He will sneak in an occasional cigar if he gets too stressed out on a mission. He just needs that relief for a second but he swears he’ll stop next time (he doesn’t).

Soap likes to collect bath toys, ever since he got his nickname “Soap” he’s taken a liking to collecting bath toys (specifically rubber ducky’s) whenever he’s back at home.

Graves is a full blown homosexual but he’s too scared to admit it so he denies it every time.

DBH imagines

Hank: getting home after reader and Connor (deviant Connor, sorry I really only write deviant Connor bc he holds a special place in my heart and any kind of Connor hurts me) get a day off “Hey im homeeee…”

Reader: covered in flour and butter

Connor: the ends of his fingers are charred black a bit from the oven and he has icing bits in his hair

Reader and Connor collectively: “We made you a cake! :D”

The cake in question:

Hank: literal fucking tears in his eyes out of pure terror and stress. “…Thanks guys, I’m not. I’m not hungry right now but I’ll eat it later” as he slowly shuffles to his room with a shell shocked look on his face.

Connor and Reader: Looking at each other with the stupidest and biggest smile on their faces.

(This is inspired by a tik tok audio)

Connor: who’s deviant but is still used to being a machine so he analyses every single little thing. He walks up to reader. “You’re hair smells different today, did you use a different shampoo?”

Reader: slowly turning around with a scared smile on their face. “That’s actually really… creepy”

Connor: (in his head) “creepy? Am I. Creepy?” But on the outside he looks like he’s on the verge of tears

Reader: who sees his expression and immediately hugs him just to assure him they’re not mad just giving him a heads up that it’s kinda weird, they still love him tho (either platonically or romantically)

Hank: in the kitchen making something

Connor: “Hey Hank, what are you making?” As he makes the mistake, the traumatic life changing mistake of looking in the pot

Hank: who’s boiling fucking raw chicken with nothing but hot water. “Chicken.” He says bluntly as he cleans up and puts the chicken on the plate and eats it while it’s completely unseasoned and practically raw

Connor: from the sheer shock of the encounter he goes into overload and he’s getting warning systems all over telling him sometimes wrong

Reader: who has to sit Connor down as they try not to gag from Hanks creation he dares to call a “meal”

DBH headcanons

Neither Hank nor Connor can cook for shit so 90% of the time it’s either microwaveable food or take out for Hank.

Since Connor turned Deviant he developed social anxiety but when he’s around people such as Hank or reader he’s so silly, he gets so stupid and funny it’s so cute to see him like that (I want to squeeze him and put him in my pocket then have him surgically inserted into my heart permanently I love him so much)

Connors autistic

Hanks Bi

Connors Pansexual

Connor and Hank so father son activities such as play catch outside and walk Sumo (with reader ofc)

Hank had his house renovated to have an extra room put in for Connor (and if you also want to live there an extra room for you but if your romantically in a relationship with Connor you would probably just have a bed put in Connors room and Connor, although he doesn’t need sleep, he’ll go into sleeping mode with you on the bed as you two cuddle)

Connor saved up enough money to buy a phone so once he got it all set up the camera roll is just filled with pictures of Sumo, other dogs he saw in public while out, him and Hank taking selfies, Hank who once got drunk and stole his phone and took pictures of himself, you and Connor selfies, (if you two are romantically together, sometimes just pictures of you, many, many pictures of you) and, you, Hank, Sumo and him all in a photo together. Maybe a couple of photos with his other friends too such as Markus etc etc but it’s mainly those.

Connor love’s physical touch, platonically, romantically, all of it. Every day he gives Hank a good morning hug, and a good night hug (best son ever fr) and every time he sees you he squeezes you into a tight hug and won’t let go for a good minute (if you two are in love he’ll also pepper your entire face with kisses for that entire minute finishing off with a smooch on the lips)

Ok that’s all for now, I love Connor fr he’s my favourite I would die for him.

I know this was super cringe but I had sm fun doing this.

Ok it’s like 2AM I should go to bed

Bye bye!

[characterssaythedarnestthings]

Vince: you look good today, you look like a snack!

Rody: *sweating* a-a snack you say?

[noelle-holi-gay]

hey Slimer! I’d like to suggest a Drabble of the annual Holiday-Dreemurr baseball game, and all of the chaos it entails! Congrats on school being over!

-Snarky

Kris frowned as deeply as humanly possible, shielding their eyes from the scalding summer sun. They were walking towards the baseball diamond out behind the school; it had only been two minutes since they got out of the car, and already they were sweating buckets.

"I am going to dissolve into a pile of ash," they said.

Toriel looked down at them. "I told you not to wear that sweater, my child."

"But I like this sweater." Kris pouted and adjusted their horn headband out of habit. "Why do we have to do this, anyway?"

"It's tradition, Kris!" Asgore said chipperly. He was wearing a hawaiian shirt and a baseball cap, and looked altogether far too cheerful. "Remember how much fun we had last year?"

Kris thought back. "Last year was pretty fun, actually."

Toriel glared at them. "No pranking Noelle with fire ants this time, Kris."

Kris groaned. "Then what's the poiiiiint?" They crossed their arms. "It's a dumb tradition, anyway. If we all jumped off a bridge every year would you make me do that too, because it's tradition? What if I died? What if I died and was dead forever?"

Toriel smiled down at them. "Well, it's a good thing this is baseball, and not jumping off a bridge to die forever, isn't it, Kris?"

Kris crossed their arms and grumbled to themself.

Asriel elbowed them in the side. "Aw, come on. It's not so bad! Just try to have fun, okay?"

Kris looked up at Asriel, then turned back to the baseball diamond and sighed. "Okayyyyy."

The Holidays were already on the diamond. Dess was practicing swings at home plate, with Noelle shadowing her, no doubt listening to Dess brag about how killer she was at baseball; Carol was reclining in a fold-out lawn chair, wearing sunglasses and a large floppy hat, with a book laid out on her legs and a glass of something Kris probably wasn't allowed to drink in her hand; and Rudy was running up to them, a dorky sun visor around his forehead.

"Heya, gang!" he greeted. "How's everyone doing? Ready to play some ball?"

Asgore laughed heartily and walked up to give Rudy a hug. "You know we are."

"I think baseball was invented by dark gods to burn people alive and suck our souls out of our bodies," Kris said.

"Yes yes, Kris, we know," Toriel said placatingly, patting them on the head before giving Rudy a smile. "Most of us are."

Rudy chuckled. "Well if they're not feeling it, they can join their Aunt Carol over in the stands, and they can both have no fun together!"

From over where she was sitting, Carol raised her sunglasses, glaring over at her husband. "NO they CANNOT. I do not need fire ants in my fur, thank you very much."

"You wouldn't have that problem if you got up and played with us!" Rudy returned.

"Not after twisting my ankle last year, honey," Carol called back, before lowering her sunglasses again and returning to her book.

Rudy shrugged. "Eh. I tried."

"It's okay," Kris said. "I don't wanna sit with Aunt Carol anyway. She's really mean and really boring."

"Kris! Manners," Toriel snapped.

Asgore laughed and said, "Kids, right?" which only earned him a glare from Toriel, too.

Rudy just chuckled. "Hey, hey. What she doesn't hear can't hurt us, yeah?"

"Uh…I'm gonna go say hi to Dess," Asriel said, backing away from the conversation.

Kris, seeing an opportunity to get away from the adults, followed him over to Dess and Noelle. Dess was still practicing her swings, and Noelle was still dutifully providing her an adoring audience.

"Hey, Dreem-nerds!" Dess grinned at the two of them, miming blowing their heads off with her bat. "You ready to get creamed?"

Asriel only smiled at the taunts. "Hey, Dess! How are you?"

"Ready to kick your ass, that's how!"

"Language," Carol called absently from behind them.

"We're down a player, though," Noelle pointed out. "Won't that give us a disadvantage?"

"It's not like she did much anyway," Kris mumbled under their breath.

"Yeah, we don't need Mom to beat you guys!" Dess said confidently. "My coach says I've got natural talent! You hear that? That means I'm the best at baseball!"

Noelle frowned. "Um, I don't think that's what it means…"

"That's great, though, Dess!" Asriel said, smiling wide. "Have you guys been winning your games?"

"Well, uh—" Dess faltered. "Well, some of 'em."

Kris snickered. "But not most of them?"

"Hey, it's not my fault! I've got some real loser teammates."

"That's not very nice, Dess," Noelle pointed out.

Dess scowled. "Yeah, well, it isn't very nice when Squidly can't throw the ball, either."

"Hey kids!" Rudy called. He and Kris's parents were walking towards them. "You guys ready to play?"

Dess and Asriel gave enthusiastic assent, Noelle nodded, and Kris huffed, but there was nothing they could do as they all took their places. The Dreemurrs had first bat, and Kris volunteered to step up to the plate first, just to get it over with. They held the bat in their hands awkwardly and looked across the field to Rudy, who was on the pitchers mound.

"Ready, kiddo?" he called.

Kris nodded, and Rudy threw the ball. It was more of a light toss than a pitch, though, and Kris watched as the ball arced through the air towards them. They were a little late on reaction, though, and the ball bonked them right in the forehead.

"Oh crap," Rudy said.

"Kris!" Toriel called from behind them. "Are you alright?"

Kris looked down at the ball, which had fallen by their feet, and picked it up. Then they dropped the bat and started running to first base.

"HEY!" Dess cried indignantly. "THAT'S CHEATING!"

"You can't tag me out if I have the ball!" Kris called back as they passed a very confused Noelle on first and headed for second. "I win!"

"That's against the rules!" Dess shouted.

Rudy exchanged a look with Asgore. "Um, what do we…?"

Kris kept running, blazing towards third base, where Dess was waiting. They stuck out their tongue at her, and she growled, leaping forward and tackling them to the ground.

"Gimme the fucking ball, you twerp!"

"NEVER!"

"DESS!" Carol shouted.

"Hoo boy," Rudy mumbled as he jogged over to where they were tussling on the dirt. "This year's off to a great start, huh?"

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Asgorudy Week, Day 1: Valentine's Day

Hey look, it's a fic! I'm doing the days out of order because I'm a BOSS! Also, posting it on my hub account since the place with all my Rudy writing, @reindeer-dad, is currently hidden from search results -.- Tagging @djdrawings, host of Asgorudy Week!

Summary: Asgore takes Rudy on a road trip for Valentine's Day evening and a trip down memory lane. Word count: ~1150 Author's Note: This fic is less focused on romance and more on the banter between Asgore and Rudy, from Asgore's perspective. But they're still cute together. Cute and in love. <3

Valentine's dinner was a nice, quiet meal in Rudy's apartment. Nothing too out of the ordinary from their usual date nights, unless you count the pink tablecloth and a simple candelabra decorating the dining table along with their plates of casserole.

Notably, there was no wine. Asgore had to stay sober to drive Rudy for a surprise Valentine's Day trip.

Gorey gently pulled Rudy's arm before he could take a step outside the apartment building. "Let me put this on you first," he said, slipping a bandana above Rudy's antlers and wrapping it over his eyes.

"Never thought of the day you'd bust out a blindfold," Rudy playfully chirped as he adjusted the bandana to snugly rest under his protruding ears.

"Was that a wink I heard?" he teased.

"Got super-hearing too? Cuz I definitely heard that eyeroll!"

They both laughed. Asgore gingerly tucked Rudy's arm under his own and lead him out to his truck.

Was it excessive to deprive Rudolph of sight before driving off? Definitely. But Gorey didn't want to risk the other man peering into the bed of his truck. There, he’d spot the rolled-up air mattress and thick blanket, a dead give-away to what he wanted to surprise his boyfriend.

"How many fingers am I holding up?" Asgore asked, not raising his hand at all.

"Twenty."

"Golly!" His laughter rippled. "That was close, sweetheart. But, unfortunately, no cigar."

"Good thing we don't smoke then, huh?" Rudy nudged him.

It was fun, their banter together. As the years went by, Asgore got good at countering Rudy's sense of humor. In the meantime, Rudy's jokes became less abrasive, rarely ever poking fun at Asgore’s flaws like they used to. Whether it was because the reindeer became really soft for the big guy, or age and fatherhood altered his sense of humor. Asgore assumed it was both.

They settled into Gorey's truck and drove off. He occasionally glanced at Rudy, whose smile didn’t waver one bit. His large paw rested on the other’s lap between shifting gears.

���I gotta keep this thing on the whole ride?” the reindeer asked after some time.

Would Rudy know where they were going if he took it off? Asgore considered before answering. It’s been so long since they’ve been to this particular place. They never came from the direction of Hometown, either. The drive was shorter starting from here. But Gorey was the type of person to always err on the side of caution. “Yes, please keep it on,” he replied with a apologetic squeeze to his partner's thigh.

“Sure thing, big guy." Rudy's hand rested on top of Asgore's. His thin fingers rested snugly between the ridges of the larger man’s knuckles. "But!" His fingers drummed. "Only on one condition! Gimme a hint, and I’ll take a shot at guessing where you’re taking me.”

Asgore decided on something vague. So, if Rudy missed the mark, he could drop more hints. "We've been there a... very long time ago." His voice was wistful.

"That's not enough to work with, man! You mean back when we was in college?" Rudy cackled and took a guess. "Umm… the ol' alma mater?" A strange guess, since nobody would call the campus a romantic spot. Gorey reckoned Rudy kept the nostalgic factor in mind.

"You are correct about the time. But no, it's not Ebbot University."

"Okay, then. The Library!"

Asgore paused. Why would Rudy think he'd take him to the place they'd go to study and cram the night before exams??

Rudy read the awkward silence as confusion. "You know, the place you got black out DRUNK the first time!"

Oh. Yes. The Library. The convenient name of the bar closest to the campus. "Oh...oh ho ho..." My, that was an laborious time. He could have sworn off alcohol for the rest of his life the morning after that. "Most certainly not, dear."

"Is it... someplace in Homecity?" A blanket guess, since most of their adventures in their younger years took place there.

"I'm afraid you're wrong."

"Eimmet Beach!" he spat. Oh yes, a stunning destination. One semester after final exams, they took a road trip there with a couple of friends. They lit a bonfire, roasted marshmallows, and lounged around with a cooler full of cold ones. "Man, I could still taste those s'mores in my mouth!"

"Ah... you're getting warmer." His voice shimmered.

Asgore removed his hand from its resting place to downshift. The truck's bench seat whined and creaked as its shock absorbers struggled to level themselves off-road.

Rudy flailed in his seat like a beanstalk whipping in the wind, his head nearly colliding with the side window. Asgore hit the brakes, jerking both of them forward. Creee went the handbrakes.

"Rudolph, I... I am SO sorry." Gorey wrapped his bear-like arms around Rudy to check if he had been injured. Surely his lack of vision made him unable to brace for the sudden change in terrain! "I forgot how uneven this dirt road is!"

But Rudy sat up and held him in return, unharmed. Judging by the smile, he wasn't shaken up one bit!

"Man, OF COURSE!" he cackled. That bumpy road was all too familiar. "Freakin' Dew Point!? I REMEMBER Lars taking us there with his Jeep and that god-awful road! Great view, though!"

Asgore chortle at Rudolph's comments. “Yes, they made it a mission to drive as fast they can with you, me, and Toriel trapped in the back seat." He peeled the bandana off the reindeer’s eyes, only to see them squinted like crescents with his grin. Grateful that Rudy wasn't hurt and still in good spirits, Gorey gave a soft kiss on the nape of his brown snout. "You're absolutely right."

Rudy opened his eyes and nuzzled him in response. "Don't you worry about me, big guy." His lips lifted into a smirk against Asgore's fuzzy cheek. "You know us Holidays got hard heads. I'll survive anything!"

The remainder of the evening went perfectly as planned. Asgore parked so the back of his truck faced the view of the valley. They blew up the air mattress and made themselves comfortable in its bed as the sun started setting. The yellow horizon bled into a rich orange, then a scarlet red, bathing the valley below them.

Once twilight hit, they started a fire and curled up close, watching the stars until the last ember dimmed out. A perfect way to end Valentine's Day.

Rudy lifted his head from Asgore’s embrace. “Guess we can finally associate this place with a better memory than white-knuckling car handles.” He gave a light pinch on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “Well… almost.”

Gorey nuzzled his snout near the base of Rudy’s antler. “I sincerely apologize for that, my love.”

"Hey, what happened to that super-hearing? Couldn’t hear my wink this time? You’re fine, Gorey." His tone slipped into sincerity. "Love ya.”

“Love you too, Rudolph. Happy Valentine's Day.”

[ssj2hindudude]

Scatterpatter Potatoes Pt. 4!

Previous

Aru: So apparently the 'bad vibes' I’ve been feeling are actually severe psychological distress

Kara: Lmao. Mood

Mini: Would you just get a vibe check already?

Aru: Wha-

Mini: SEE A DAM THERAPIST

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Aru: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Aiden:

Aiden: Aru, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Aru: *Sips coffee from bowl*

*later*

Aru: Hey! I'm back from bowling!

Aiden: Please tell me there's a different reason I can't find the bowls.

Aru: ...so I feel like having some soup. You want a plate?

*Aiden groans*

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*The Potatoes are talking about what it'd be like to open up a homemade Pokemon gym*

Aru, joking: Brynne's just sitting at the end, juggling- fushigi-ing 2 glass balls, in super tight pants, just waiting for their kid delivery once they best their minions.

Brynne: Well they would be Pokeballs. And also it's not a kid delivery. There's no fucking guarantee that a kid that comes into the beginning of my crucible makes it to the end of it undefeated.

Brynne: In fact, I'm gonna stack this gym! With fuckin pros!

Brynne: It's- It's gonna be brutal. It's gonna be a torture gym.

Aiden: Well- Well what's the theme? Are you like- is it a bug theme, or like-

Brynne: YEAH, AMAMMA. UH- UH- UH- UH YEAH AMAMMA. IM GONNA OPEN UP A BUG TYPE POKEMON GYM. YOU IDIOT.

Brynne: YEAH THAT'S WHAT I WANT, BECAUSE I WANNA GIVE- I WANNA SHIT OUT BADGES FOR EVERY HAM AND EGGER THAT COMES TO MY FRONT DOOR.

Aru: *Cracking up*

Brynne: YEAH, AIDEN. 'Uhh, go Caterpie! >~>' That's me, you FUCKING imbecile. 'Yeah go- uhhh- d-do your best, Kakuna!'

Brynne: WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOU- Yeah a ~bug type~ gym.

Aiden:

Aru: Okaaay-

Aiden: Alright, um, I'm gonna go. I've embarrassed myself...

Aru: Maybe fire? Fire type?

Aiden: Yeah fire-based? Like- have fires?

Brynne: Yeah, yeah I'll probably just- That's a good idea Aru, I'll probably just do a fire type one... SO THAT ONE KID WITH ONE BLASTOISE CAN FUCK UP MY WHOLE SHOP.

Brynne: KILLED ALL OF US WITH ONE BLASTOISE, HUH? WOW. SHIT I SHOULD'VE-

Aiden: Just do rock, then! Just do rock type!

Brynne, voice dripping with contempt: The same Blastoise...

Aiden: All the gyms have single typing. If you wanna do multiple types while surrounded by pros, you might as well be the champion!

Brynne: AND GET MOPPED BY THE PLAYER CHARACTER'S LEGENDARY?!? DO YOU HEAR YOURSELF?!?

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Aru: You are now one day closer to eating your next plate of nachos.

Brynne: That's the most hopeful thing I've ever heard.

Mini: But what if I die tomorrow and never eat any nachos?

Rudy: Then tomorrow is nacho lucky day.

*Mini groans*

Rudy: Also, what are nachos?

Mini: You know how whenever you eat raw eggs, despite my salmonella warnings, you like to dip pieces of shell in the yolk?

*Aru gags while Brynne looks dead inside*

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Kara: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Aru: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Mini: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Brynne: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Mini: Defibrillators are Heartie Starties

Rudy: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Aru: Stamps are Lickie Stickies

Aiden, annoyed: You are disappointments

Aru: Shut up, Snobby Dabi

Aiden: Make me, Unholy Trolly

Brynne: JUST GET A ROOM ALREADY YOU LOVEY DOVIES

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*In City of Gold*

Mini: We need to distract this guy

Aru: Leave it to me

Aru: Centaurs have six limbs and are therefore insects. Discuss.

Fake Ravana Heads: *Immediately begin arguing*

Aiden, watching in horror: Oh this. I don’t like this. I don't like this at all.

Brynne: Pegusi have six limbs too

*Arguing gets worse*

Aiden: Don't encourage it!

Aru: Wings don't count!

Brynne: Wings are limbs!

*The Heads all kill each other*

Aru: It worked didn't it?

Aiden: Why are you like this, Shah?

Aru: Because you love it, Acharya!

Brynne: She's right you know.

Mini: For the record, it takes way more than having six limbs to be an insect!

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[klobast]

FNaF Timeline Upcoming Updates Teaser

ACTUAL TIMELINE THEORY IS A FEW POSTS BELOW

Ballora mirrors Aurora/Briar Rose from Sleeping Beauty by Disney. Ballora was later reused by Hayden-Burney.

Ella mirrors Cinderella by Disney.

Charlie Bee mirrors Jollibee. Charlie Bee's (Charlie's, from Fazbear Frights' What We Found) is an ice cream parlor opened by Henry Sr. Emily in memory of his dead wife Charlie Cooper.

Stanley the Unicorn mirrors Quickdraw McGraw.

Leonardo the Lion and Barker Wolf mirrors Lippy the Lion and Hardy Har Har.

In 1972, Thad Osterley and Steven Osterley were born.

The Pinwheel Funhouse characters (FNaF World) might mirror the Really Rottens from Laff-A-Lympics (1977).

In 1978, Dave Watson is born.

In 1978, Davey Emily is run over by a truck driven by the serial killer known as Brock Edwards. Sammy Emily, the brother of Davey, is able to see the truck driving away but cannot remember the license plate.

In 1981, Bite Inc. buys Conman-Wolf's Diner and begins to design animatronics for it.

In 1983, the animatronics for Conman-Wolf's Diner debut to the public.

This mirrors the opening of Wolfman Zapp's Bar & Grill in 1983.

In 1983, the videogame Superstar was released by Springle Inc. It introduces the character Superstar, who wore the Faz-Watch and wielded the Fazerblaster, as well as the robot known as Candy Cadet.

This mirrors the vidyagame Space Ace, which came out in 1983.

Snocone's Cavern (Meme Cavern from Freddy in Space 3, Ice Cave from FNaF World), an ice cream parlor, opens during Winterfest 1984 in Dusting Fields, Hurricane, Utah.

Snocone mirrors Frosty the Snowman.

Vert the Christmas Tree mirrors the Grinch.

Villain the Devil mirrors Krampus.

Chilly mirrors Frau Holle/Old Mother Frost.

Cherry the Reindeer mirrors Rudy the Red-nosed Reindeer.

Stook the Goat mirrors The Yule Goat (Which is made from a bundle of wheat -- a stook).

Pollyanna mirrors Father Christmas and Mother Nature.

Blazon the Elf mirrors Blinky the Elf from Flintstones.

Glamorant the Elf mirrors Twinky the Elf from Flintstones.

In 1986, Freddy in Space was released for the FES. Mirrors Metroid 1.

In 1987, Margie Taggart marries the Circus Baby's technician called Abe Thayer.

In 1987, Samantha McNally, the sister of Susie, is murdered at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

In 1987, Abe Thayer is murdered by Ennard at Circus Baby's Entertainment and Rentals after scooping Circus Baby.

In 1987, Abby Taggart is born. She is the daughter of Margie Taggart and Abe Thayer and the half-sister of Sammy Taggart.

In 1987, Fazbear Entertainment hires technician Burt Stanton to design new animatronics for an upcoming new restaurant.

In 1988, the demon known as Brock Edwards secretly kills the wife of an engineer while she is in Heracles Hospital. The engineer then discovers this and decides to run over the serial killer with his truck. The demon serial killer comes back to life as a vampire.

In 1989 (Tux Chuck), Fazbear Entertainment opens a new restaurant with new springlock animatronics called Leonardo's Pizza.

In 1990, Shelly Girard becomes a police officer.

In 1992, Burt Stanton and his family move from town to town after he finds a serial killer keeps trying to frame him for crimes.

In 1992, Dave Watson attends Dr. Little's class and is killed and replaced by a Faz-goo clone. Springtrap then proceeds to use the name Dave Watson for a new false identity.

In 1993, Virgil Fondeur burns down Geist Lair.

In 1993, the animatronic known as Ella is used by Conman-Wolf's Diner. A police officer is killed by Ella.

In 1993, Conman-Wolf's Diner burns down through the efforts of Michael Afton.

This mirrors the closure of Wolfman Zapp's Bar & Grill in 1993.

In 1994 (Coach Chuck Era begins), the restaurant known as Snack Space opens up, which features the Space Soldier Animatronics introduced during the videogame Freddy In Space.

In 1995, Burt Stanton moves back to Hurricane, Utah and buys Leonardo's Pizza. Burt's first son begins working at the pizzeria.

In 1995, a serial killer disguises himself via demonic magicks and takes on a job at Leonardo's Pizza. He tampers with the animatronics' AI to kill security guards. The serial killer also wears a springlock suit in order to murder kids at the restaurant.

In 1995, Leonardo's Pizza closes down due to drama resulting from children who go missing there. Despite closing down, the restaurant still hires security guards to look after the place on the nightshift.

In 1996, Mike Afton becomes manager of Snack Space.

In 1997, Sammy Taggart is fired from Rocket House for insubordination after he is instructed by higher ups to cover up a murder done by one of the animatronics. Sammy refused to comply with this order.

In 1997, Margie Taggart dies.

In 1997, Sammy gets a job at Hurricane Mall.

In 1997, Sammy Taggart takes the nightshift at the closed down Leonardo's Pizza. The demon known as Brock Edwards uses the Barker Wolf springlock suit and tries to kill Sammy whilst he is working the nightshift. This serial killer suffers a springlock failure before he can kill Sammy. After Springtrap discovers that this serial killer now possesses the springlock suit, Springtrap then gives them an illusion disc to continue their murders. This serial killer haunting an animatronic becomes known as Twisted Wolf.

Brock is a name similar to Brak -- a Dutch word for hunting dog. Dogs descend from wolves. Poetic, I think.

In 1997, the daughters of Maria Anders are born: Hope Anders and Halley Anders.

In 1998, The Faz-Goo clone of Dave Watson has the son Chris Watson.

In 1999, Leonardo's Pizza reopens with new animatronics.

In 1999 (End of Coach Chuck Era), Leonardo's Pizza is burned down by an employee who tries to frame Burt Stanton as a serial killer. Burt dies in the fire.

Marley (From Pizza Kit) is the daughter of Cindy Henderson and Brandon Campbell.

In 2005, Maria Anders, the best friend of Gillian Henderson, and Maria's husband known as Officer Harris have the daughter Heather Anders.

In 2005, Devon Blaine Marks is born.

In 2007, Garrett Henderson is killed by a female serial killer wearing a springlock Chica suit.

In 2012, Chris Watson takes a class with Dr. Little and is killed and replaced by a Faz-Goo clone.

In 2012, Lally's Lollies reopens after it is rebuilt.

In 2013, Miles Henderson gets a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and Games

In 2013, a female serial killer wearing a springlock chica suit suffers a springlock failure at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and Games. After dying, the serial killer possesses the suit. She then becomes known as Twisted Chica.

In 2014, Robert Stanton, a detective who works alongside Jack Weston, goes on a trip with his family to Camp Etenia.

Oswald is the protagonist of Prankster from 2016. He is killed by Glitchtrapped Michael Afton/Jeremy.

Oswald's spirit becomes trapped by Glitchtrap in a game released by Springle Inc. in 2017 called FNaF: Into the Pit.

[angelfriez]

Heyhey!!! I accidentally found your posts about elevator hitch on old account and then saw that you're into mcyt, sooo.. lemme present to you some of the ideas i had!!

First of all. Dead plate. All the Chaos kitchen streams. Skizz is a perfect Rudy, Tango is such a Vincent, so that leaves us with Manon being Jimmy, obviously. That's pretty much their relationship in the streams!

Then we have Cold Front. Whinnie is soooo Wormman... Silly optimist who was probably a crybaby as a kid. Evil X is Augustine who was so silly as a kid but then grew up and... Well. Let's not get into the whole Jeff the minion thing, how's it's messing with Evil Xisuma's brain...*wink wink*

Tge last but not least, Elevator hitch. I do have two options here. Desert duo with Grian as newbie, or Imp&Skizz. In the first case the Normal guy would be Joe(i was gonna say Mumbo but he's too silly for a normal guy) and for Impulse and Skizz it's definitely Zed

That's all i have for now, thanks for listening to my Tasya Talk

TYSM FOR BLESSING MY ASK BOX WITH RHIS??

I’m super duper tired rn so i will probably reblog this later w/ more to say but just know studio investigrave x mcyt will now be in my brain for the foreseeable future aurahgdeh

Fr tho these are all so so fun and u r so real for theseee thank you again for blessing my ask box and infecting my brain with these AUs

[davidpwilson2564]

Bloglet

Thursday, September 7, 2023

Peter Navarro (of Green Bay Sweep fame), having ignored congressional supoenas, shows up to answer to his charges of contempt of Congress. Pathetic man. He carries a huge photo of Trump (was this the picture he was seen carrying when he at last left the White House?). He said of it: Commander in chief. After all the hoopla and lawyering he might get a suspended sentence and a small fine. Maybe a fine of ten thousand dollars. I've paid dentist bills that were much larger. And bear in mind this little man was intent on ending our democracy.

In New Jersey, Trump throws dinner ($10,000 a plate) to raise money for Rudy's legal expenses. Meaning that he has not altogether forsaken his former lawyer.

The heat wave continues. Said to let up soon.

Friday, September 8, 2023

More heat, more hudimity. Today errands. At home I talk to Dan H. I emailed him sometime ago and didn't hear back from him. In my email I mentioned the passing of David Braynard. When I didn't hear back I wondered if, since I am retired, (dark thought here) I am also thought dead. No...this wasn't the case. He was busy.

I don't see many people these days. Quite an adjustment for a social animal like me. Dammit.

On my rounds I picked up a couple of cigars. I tried one in the late evening. It wasn't everything I'd hoped for. Not wholly satisfying. Drat. I thought of Ahab and his pipe. That "if thy charm be gone" passage when he throws it into the sea. And Magwitch (from "Great Expectactions")...we can't forget Magwitch. He tells Pip that when he was a shepard "on the other side of world"...he would have gone mad without his pipe. Funny, the odd stuff you remember.