Tf 141 - Blog Posts

They look like gummy bears :3

Pikmin!

Thank you for everyones suggestions in the asks! ♡♡♡♡ I've been reading through them and adding them to a spreadsheet 😤😤😤

this is the first drawing I'm posting of Ally on the internet, already posted on other platforms,,,,

I'm so sorry my babygirl orz ... you shouldn't be remembered like this..

more below crop (;3」∠)

she wasn't trapped there with them, they were trapped in with HER HAAHAHAHAHAHAH

(this is the first drawing I've made of this ship. there'll be more, and worse.) (stupider, if you may)

(that's if I ever get to it. lol)

aftermath

yall i've lost inspiration again😔 any ideas on what to post, anyone???

this is all i have to offer </3

hunter-hears-all | Intro Post🎭

[General info]

I'm hunter/milo, a digital artist and writer who's new to tumblr :]

I'm Pansexual and Genderfluid, also going by any pronouns—though mostly she/they.

I post when i want to, so don't expect a post schedule lol

I am in many fandoms, but I will mostly post about COD(mostly mw2 and mw3), rdr2, and haikyuu. I may post about other things though, don't pressure me.

[things i don't draw/write about]

I don't write and draw and why:

beastiality—its disgusting. [excluding human×monster AUs]

adult×child/pedophillia

ageplay—its fine to be kinky, i just personally don't write/draw it

This list can and will get longer. Do not harass me if i won't make content about one of these.

[should you interact with my blog?]

I am fine with most people interacting.

Some posts may have darker or more suggestive themes, which may make people uncomfortabl eIf they contain such content, i'll put a warning.

If you are going to spread your misgynistic/sexist/plain rude opinions on my blog without being asked to, your comment will be removed.

[what do i support?]

lgbtqia+

furries

therianthropy

equal rights

If you arent on this list, it doesn't mean i hate you, dont attack me.

thanks for reading, i hope yall follow along ;)

dividers are from @saradika, thanks :)

Suuure cap.. if that so why don't ya take ur hat off? 🤨

but eventually you’ll stop growing hair and it’ll thin. You need to preserve as much Price hair as you can

MY HAIR IS NOT THINNING. I AM A YOUNG MAN.

Idk ask my 100 dollar bottle of bourbon, oh wait... You can't because ya stole it! Just bring the bombs back before I involve ghost. We don't need a replay of what happened to the barracks.

Sergeant. Why was there explosives missing from the weapons room.

-Lt. Reaper

(Hi, new to this, trying to break that social anxiety tumblr gives me. Lt reaper is an oc of mine.)

there's nae proof it's me, reaper... besides, d'ye think wee lil me would thieve...?

TF141 BRAIN ROT TF141 BRAIN ROT TF141 BRAIN ROT TF141 BRAIN ROT-

Okay LISTEN-

I'm a southerner. Got the whole accent and some slang, though I sometimes hate it and put on my northern mask to hide it. But it slips up. SO.

Southern!reader in the 141.

Southern!reader having everyone under the assumption they're from up north in the states, not the south.

Southern!reader just chilling at base, getting a cup of (whatever you drink) and dropping the cup by accident.

Southern!reader just straights up loses their northern accent, going to their southern ways and cussing up a storm.

"Son of a fucking bitch, ain't that a bunch of bullshit.", in the MOST southern accent.

You thought Philip Graves had a souther accent? Oh honey, southern!reader could DRAG him.

Everyone looks their way, faces of confusion and shock. (Besides Ghost, his face aside from his eyes are hidden under his balaclava)

So the secret is out.

No more hiding your natural accent (at least not all the time)

But if you get upset? Oh boy, the boys know better than to not use their manners.

As soon as that accent is out they're ALL trying to figure out what they did wrong and IMMEDIATELY get ready for an apology, preparing for an ear full.

Are you upset? No. You're just wanting to speak normally.

Southern!reader gets John 'I'm not a force to reckon with when I'm being serious' Price to BACK DOWN.

If Price gets in trouble, even over something as simple as smoking inside his office without the window open, he basically FOLDS when southern!reader scolds him.

That man fears one thing and one thing only, his southern soldier who can curse more than a sailor and whose attitude can go from 0 to 1000 in the blink of an eyes.😔

(My brain is charged from the brain rot and too much caffeine, take this as an offering for my PLATONIC love my baby birds, hope you have a good day/night/afternoon/evening❤️)

(AND DRINK YOUR WATER, STAY HYDRATED)

“A new recruit? What do we would need a newbie for?”

“Soap, there's no use questioning it,the decision has been made months ago.Now quit bothering me.” Price is truly annoyed. Ever since he broke the news to his team,Soap has not stopped asking about why, when, how and for what reason this new teammate will arrive to the taskforce.

“Okay,Okay,I get it at least tell us where they’re from,I mean we need to work with them at the very best of our abilities and-“

“Johnny”

Finally, freedom and peace arrived in the menacing form of Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley. Never, in his years of work had Price thought that peace and Ghost would occur in the same sentence within his thoughts. As he stood just a few meters away from his office,and the peaceful moments that he’d get by just getting through that door, Gaz came from behind.

“Captain,outside is -“

“what time is it Gaz?” Price asked in the most nice and calmest tone he could muster. Inside his chest panic rose, as he reminded himself of today's date. The recruit is coming today at exactly 16:15 pm

“Its 16:13, sir”

“Thanks Kyle, I need all of you to go. To your bunks,or the main hall,or somewhere else. Now.”

“Why?” again, Sergeant soap thought it was a good idea to talk again and so to break the last straw of his captain’s calmness.

“Ghost make sure this nuisance doesn’t get in my way with his stupid mouth today again, or he’ll gets to experience a whole week of outside recruitment training.Understood?”

With that Price turned on his heel and out of the sight of his teammates

“Fucking bloody muppets” he mutters as he made his way outside

“Great job, Soap.Now what?”

“I know we’re all thinking the same. So, Gaz , even if you don’t want to say it, Im going to say it.We’re going to follow him, obviously.”

Soap looked to his brothers, expecting a quick response,but none came.A minute of silence followed.

“Soap,no”

“C’mon L.t, I know you give more fucks about this as you let on,so if nobody’s going to stop me,I’ll be following my Captain.”

With that he to turned in a over dramatic way just as Price did three minutes ago, and got to follow his captain way outside.

“This godforsaken scottish bastard.A’right ill better follow him and get him back before the captain does, if anyone asks for me tell’em i’m dead or drunk. Thanks sergeant Garrick.”

And so Gaz now stood alone in front of his superiors office door , neither knowing how to react to the oder given or the situation that had just occurred, while he simply wanted to inform his captain of the helicopter sighted near the base. So, he decided, he will do as told by both his Lieutenant and Captain Price, staying right where he was and tell anyone who asked that the Captain is on his Period,Ghost is drunk and Sergeant McTavish turned feral.

A rather peaceful start for them, Garrick thought.

In the helicopter, a young man looked down at his wrist, the watch showing exactly 16:14.

In exactly one minute the helicopter should land,he’d get off his seat, take his duffel bag and backpack, depart the helicopter and meet the Task force 141, under command by the British army and the CIA. He would meet his new colleagues and captain, staying with them for a exactly three months before He would be seated in this exact position, back to his home country and comrades.in exactly 45 seconds he would be on time, he thought, in 46 he would be late.

He hated being late, he despised the thought of being where he was supposed to be even a millisecond late.He knew how much could change within a single minute or even second. His time out in the fields made it even mir obvious to him, how important it was to be accountable, accurate and quick. He dreaded the thought of being late, as he knew, the seconds one waste, may be the last of anothers life

How long are thirty seconds really?

He looked down at his watch, he laughed. It was a quick moment of bitter happiness filled by empty thoughts.

29…28….27

The Helicopter landing and the small ruckus of the helicopter as it touched the ground was the only thing he felt.

16:15 exactly on time, Second.

Pairing: Poly 141 x Reaper! Forensics Pathologist! Female reader

masterlist — part two

Note: Only the reader's hair colour is defined. Everything else is up to you. Also the third image is what I image you wearing in this fic.

“Confused is all. As to why you of all people are at my doorstep. Don’t you pups know what death looks like? Or do you prefer to experience it yourself?” you raised an eyebrow at their interference. Your long black onyx nails tapping the back of your clipboard.

A reaper right in front of their face. Disguised as a Forensics Pathologist, a mortician, a keeper of the dead.

John Price, the stern-faced leader of Task Force 141, took a step back, eyeing the woman with a mix of wariness and curiosity. “We've seen plenty of it,” he replied, his British accent thick and commanding. “But we're not here for a lecture on mortality, Doc.”

“Pity. You look like you need one. Several. Of. Them. Perhaps then you will promptly understand how important my work is.”

Your hair looked like molten lava, the layers of charcoal, auburn, and copper framing your sharp face, which was devoid of any make-up except for the crimson lipstick that stood out against the starkness of your teeth.

“Do you think you scare me scotsman? I know more about life than you lived in a year.”

Your eyes bore into Soap, holding his gaze as if challenging him to dare.

“Shoot me foolish man, go on, do it, see what kind of 'damage' you won't be able to do.”

Because no one can kill death. And they will all come to her eventually.

Death is the end of everything.

Divider Credit: @cafekitsune