#ideas and tasks

[chevvy-yates]

WIP WEDNESDAY THURSDAY

got tagged by @morganlefaye79 and @elvenbeard. Thank you!!

Gonna tag: @hydrasshole, @arcandoria, @gloryride, @humberg, @dreamskug, @wraithsoutlaws, @a-pirate, @just-a-cybercroissant, @r3d-f0x-blog and @therealnightcity

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I. A sneak peak graphic:

:)

II. A rp snippet of @nervouswizardcycle's and my story I finally found time and muse to write after a long long while. This is the next chapter in chronologically order. This idea exists since last year shortly after I created Ryder. I had problems to write him so he's in character, hence it took me so long (and therefore I practised privately writing snippets with Ry and Thy to get into it). Thought I could share this short entry scene with V and Ry ready to visit a party where Arki is hanging around as well (not in this snip here tho):

The door to the elevator closes. “Next time ask Hizumi to do this job with you and leave me out of it, V,” Ryder addresses, arms crossed, his best friend who is currently pushing the button for the elevator to bring them up to the level where a party took place. “You out of all know best how much I despise this snob society,” Scharfenberg adds to it as he watches Vijay steading himself before the elevator would vomit them out in their extra chic Corpo dress code — attending a rooftop party full of wealthy Corpos. Big and small assholes gathering together who rule parts of the city accompanied by low corporate rats who would do everything to get to the top as well some day. He can already smell the various types of them because they left different cologne and perfume scents in the elevator for him to know this party is just full of liars, double-crossers, loan sharks, It-girls and It-boys trying to stand out amongst the overall b- to z-prominence. This party wasn’t too exquisite to have the a-prominence attending; it was just a casual corporate party. No big fish either. He knows the difference. Ryder had to attend numerous such events because he was born into it — being of royal German Corpo blood himself, he just hides it tremendously well. There’s nothing he hated more than Corps gatherings. All these false masks he is able to see through. Snakes who will stab you in the back once you sign their shady contract, ripping you of all your money if you do not manage to be the smarter snake amongst them. “I know Ry. But you do know as well, I need ya to come with me because I can’t speak these gonks’ fine language. You do!” V answers looking at Scharfenberg, who just grits his teeth looking back judgingly. He then turns to look into the big mirror built inside the elevator, fixing a hair strand. “I look ridiculous in this Corpo Kitsch.” “At least it's black.” Ryder makes a grimace at the statement giving him a side glance as well. “You noticed it glitters, right?” “Yeah, you’re gonna shine bright like a black diamond,” V answers with a slight giggle. “Fuck you, V.” “Naww, c’mon, be a lil’ more enthusiastic. It suits you well. I like your look.” "Great, I don't!"  The elevator rings and the door opens. Ryder is first to step outside with a big sigh. “Let’s just get this job done and be outta here.” V is right behind him, already looking around, a smile on his face. He's excited about being at a Corpo gathering. He’s never been to one and everything looks expensive and shiny to him, he doesn’t know where to look nor to go first. “Sure ya don’t wanna stay afterward? Looks marvelous!” V asks, looking almost fondly at the pretty waterfall in the entrance hall. “Yes I am! So let’s go through the plan again before we head to the dude with the guest list,” Ryder says as he lights up a cigarette. He needs some nicotine before going in there. He’s only glad that he knows not a single name on the guest list Vijay hacked earlier to add their names to it. That told him it’s definitely lower Corpo class they got to deal with this evening. “Alright. Once we’re inside we split. You get the cam-bugs in position where you can manage without bein' seen while I try to find that dude under those people in there. Best we meet outside on the balcony once you’re done and then we just play like them while I watch the cams in my runner window if we can’t find him without.” Ryder has smoked up his cigarette pretty fast. He takes a last deep inhale, then proceeds to push the stub out in a nearby ashtray. “Okay!” Dann mal ran an die Drecksarbeit. Both of them walked over to the person with the guest list to get inside. Ryder managed the talking since Vijay would just sound too stiff trying to be a Corpo. “Richard von Reineck and Vinzent Steinbach von Kranichstein” Ryder tells the man in a very calm and clean voice with his German accent coming out now, adding: “Our plane got delayed. We’ve come a long and stressful way from Germany.” The man in front of them scrolled the list, finds the two names and pleased them to go inside.

III: further (old and new) tasks:

I still got my idea to do a Trigun inspired shoot with Ryder, Thyjs and Jaysen. But didn't find the muse for it yet.

When July (Thyjs month) is over, I'll load Vijay's save data and get Ryder in to do some brotp pics — no plan yet but I just want them to be in one pic as well

Same for Arki — Ryder and him need to meet as well. I have two ideas but won't say a thing about it.

Ryder and Ívarr need to meet up for a Bierchen at Totentanz as well — decided to wait until @dreamskug's latest version him is ready but it will happen!

More Ry'n'Thy content ofc — I have a few ideas but nothing special yet.

Need to redo all outfit shots for Thyjs (maybe beginning to decide for outfits for future npv (not decided yet when he's going to be one). He's got so many it's not normal anymore.

For Ry's next backstory part I thought a certain oc could play a bigger part of it, so I guess Ry and Dagger need to meet now too, right @wraithsoutlaws?

Still get info PDF for NPVijay done (my planned Sunday task).

and I'm happy to create more content with @gloryride's Enzo as well. Ideas? none. They always happen spontaneously, right? :D

I also have to answer a shitload of asks. Their time will come! Those who asked me: you'll get a notif anyways once I've answered.

update a shit load of mods but don't want to because my game is very stable for now (no cdpr udate, no core mods update yet) but at one point I guess I have to do.

That's it for now. Not very spectacular I know :)

[simonbrain]

you rarely call price by his first name. it's usually just a very cheery cap! or a stoic price when you need to remind him of the objective, but whenever you do call him john—you tried jonathan once as a joke, and the piercing stare he gave you made that the first and last time—it's warm, earnest. you almost seem shy uttering it, judging by the softness of your voice, but he calms your nerves with a fond look and an affectionate squeeze on the back of your neck.

getting the privilege of calling soap by his first name, let alone johnny, was an accomplishment in itself. you noticed how ghost was the only one who called him johnny, and so you took that as a sign to never refer to him as anything other than his ridiculous callsign and occasionally an incredulous bloody hell, mactavish, whenever he says something outrageous.

until you did slip up one night, but soap didn't seem to mind too much. he quite liked how his first name sounded in your voice, and when he offered you to call him johnny instead, which you mumbled under your breath to test it out, his surprised expression morphed into a genuine smile, one so pretty a rush of energy zipped through you. now, he won't let you call him anything except johnny—pretty much threatens you.

gaz was the first one on the team who allowed you to call him by his first name. hearing you mumble a tired morning, kyle or a warning but unserious kylie... when he's being a little shit makes his day a little brighter. you'd think the two of you were good mates with many years of friendship under your belts with the way you mock and poke at each other—especially when he lets you get away with calling him the most ridiculous pet names, like pookie, of all things.

while you seem to maintain good relations with your team, close ones even, there's just one person who stumps you. one big, enigmatic bastard who gives you creepy looks and speaks in nothing but cryptic language.

it honestly feels like your lieutenant dislikes you; no wonder you're still stuck with calling him by his callsign.

(poor ghost has been waiting for weeks for those plush lips of yours to utter his name. not ghost, not lieutenant or sir, but simon.

it's getting painful how oblivious you are to his attempts at giving you the green light to use his first name; the hard stare he gives you after hearing yet another formal greeting fall from your lips only seems to make you straighten up even more, and the annoyance radiating off of him every time you call him ghost scares you further away from him.

you're so formal with him, and he doesn't know what else to do—he just wants to be called a cute stupid nickname, too.)

[temeyes]

hair pulling (extra under the cut!)

you brought this to yourself, soap...

[iknowicanbutwhy]

So I might've kept duplication on all night an d

[bloomburnburial]

i think people should talk more about the unique sense of hopelessness which stems from the realization that “help” in the form myth promised you does not exist; there is no help coming and you must create from scratch the tools that will dismantle (or at least diminish) your own suffering, and do this not once but every day for the rest of your life

[sky-is-the-limit]

1/4

"Hey, love. Can you see me? This connection’s a bit rubbish."

"I’m alright, just... yeah, I miss you. A lot. Look at this though—" [signal crackles] "—my beard’s getting out of control."

"It’s a bit mad, isn’t it? You’d hardly know me now—" [audio cuts out briefly] "—started growing it the day I left."

"Wish you could see it better. Guess it’s keeping me warm but... I’d trade it in a heartbeat to be back there with you." [signal crackles] "I miss—" [audio drops]

"I said I miss you. Every damn day. You’re all I think about out here." [static in the background] "I’ll be home soon, alright? Just gotta get through this."

"I’ll be careful. I promise." [signal drops again] "Whatever happens, just know that I—"

[reconnecting] "—I’m doing everything I can to get back to you. I love you so much. More than words."

"I will, love. You take care too, yeah? Be safe."

"I love you. Always."

[mihotose]

[eiraeths]

soap gets sepsis from a gsw to abdomen. they’re stranded without exfil for some time, and it becomes a race to beat the ticking clock of soap’s approaching death. the team takes turns trying to keep him awake, talking to him and patting him up despite his grumbled protests. at one point gaz just asks what will make him most comfortable—thinking of hospice-like care because exfil is still so far out and soap is getting worse and worse—and soap, who’s usually too self conscious/shameful to admit how tactile he is, but with the sepsis clouding his brain, thought process several steps behind what it usually is, he just grabs gaz’s hand. from that point on whoever is with him has some point of body contact with him. ghost takes to holding soap against his chest and carding a gloved hand through soap’s sweat soaked hair.

[mama-scarebear]

Did I send an anon so I could submit a cute picture? Perhaps 😋

[12thbiologist]

what can you do when your five senses are not enough? ... what occurs after revelation and paralysis?

- jeff vandermeer, annihilation

[hotluncheddie]

Sometimes Steve says ‘I had a shower, are you proud of me?’

And Eddie will kiss him on the head, a loud, smacking, ‘mwah!’ Of a thing. And will wrap his arms around Steve’s neck, and squeeze.

And he’ll say ‘I am. I’m so so so so so proud of you baby (Stevie, sweetheart, love.)’

And Steve knows it’s silly, knows he can shower, should be able to shower, just fine. But sometimes, it’s hard. It’s really really really hard. But sometimes he still does it.

And he’s a little proud, maybe, on those bad days, when it’s something he wants to do but it's harder than it should be.

It’s always easier, definitely, hearing it come from Eddie.

[bmtillerbabe]

Just over here thinking about .......

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CW : BJ, cum swallowing, I just love Simon, m'kay?

18+ (MDNI)

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Simon Riley - who comes home, shoulders dropped, eyes half-lidded, with barely enough energy to kick his boots off at the door

Simon Riley - who doesn't even grumble when you run into the living room upon hearing him come home and happily call out, "You're back!"

Simon Riley - who trudges over to the couch and plops himself down, so hard that the couch (and the floorboards) creak under his massive, muscled weight.

Simon Riley - who's mind is racing at about a million miles a minute, overthinking and rethinking and wondering and replaying and images, and sounds, and lights, and gunshots, and wounds, and yelling, and---

Simon Riley - who is pulled out of his own head when he absently hears the clinking of his belt being undone, and looks down to see you on your knees, kneeling in front of him, tugging away the leather belt and undoing the button of his jeans

Simon Riley - who is so, tired, physically, emotionally, mentally, that he doesn't have any fight left in him as you gently pry down his zipper and boxer briefs in one go, being gentle as you can (and avoiding pulling any of his blonde, curly pubes with them)

Simon Riley - who starts to stir, who starts to groan and mumble and try to push you off of him with, "Nawh, don' do that, Luvie." "I'm right filthy." "I'm exhausted, luv. I don' even have the will to return the favor"

And Reader - who holds up a hand to stop him in his tracks; blinking wide, warm doe-eyes at your lover - your husband - and tilting your head. "I'm not doing this for reciprocation, Si..... I'm doing this because I love you, and I know you've had a long day."

Simon Riley - who's heart melts at the tone of your voice, the sweetness of your words; so much so, he'd never get over wondering how a sweet, innocent little thing like you, could have fallen for a marred, scary, tainted monster like him.

Simon Riley - who doesn't have time to think further before he lets out a deep, gutteral groan, feeling your lips wrap around his sweaty, dirty, flaccid cock - feeling you swirl your tongue around the tip, and sucking as much of him into your mouth as you can (you moan softly, loving to feel him get hard in your mouth)

Simon Riley - who doesn't even take a full minute before he's rock hard and gripping your hair, taking a fistful into his iron grip, and bucking his hips upward to meet your warm, wet mouth, with a newfound sense of energy that sure as hell wasn't there before.

Simon Riley - who pants heavily through his balaclava, closing his eyes as he throat-fucks you with vigour; his mind and body screaming 'breed, breed, breed, breed---!'

Simon Riley - who's mind was reeling at the delicious suckling, smacking, lewd, wet sounds you were makimg for him - for his body - for his cock - as you devoured him whole; moaning and sending vibrations up his shaft that was driving him absolutely insane.

Simon Riley - who, on any other day, would have been embarrassed at just how fast you made him cum, but right now at this moment, feeling you suck down his load like you were drinking from a straw (and moaning deliciously at his taste), felt his muscles relax and his world go warm and fuzzy.

Simon Riley - who watched you with rapt attention (and another heavy groan), as you opened your mouth to show him the mess he'd made - the little pool of his seed gathered on your tongue - and made a little show of swallowing it; opening your mouth after to let your tongue hang out proudly and show him you were thankful for your treat.

Simon Riley - who's breathing slowly returned to normal as he pulled you up onto his lap and held you tight as he could, whispering in your ear, "I don't deserve you, Luv."

And Reader, whispering back, "Si.... You're the only one that does."

❤️

[hunterbunter3000]

Can't stop thinking about an all woman Task Force coming to SAS and helping Task Force 141 + Kortac for a mission

Can't stop thinking about the male team waiting for the women to get here, expectations all different for each of them

Can't stop thinking about a huge, futuristic transport plane coming down to land, and Soap wondering why they don't have one that cool (And Ghost telling him to shut up)

Can't stop thinking about two women jumping out of the jet and play fighting, chasing each other and one pinning the other one down in a chokehold

Can't stop thinking about the absolute shock the men have on their faces when they see how fast they are, and how tall and big and pretty these two women are

Can't stop thinking about the giggling women standing up but get pushed forward by another girl, even taller and bigger than the other two, frowning at them and snapping at them to 'keep the line moving'

Can't stop thinking about more of the female team coming out of the plane, some with headphones on, some talking to each other, and some straight up ignoring the male team as they carry heavy cargo like it weights nothing

Can't stop thinking about how there's a K9 handler on the team and brought out these big ass wolf-dogs with spiked collars and one of them scares the shit out of Soap because it barked at him and she apologizes to him with a nervous smile (he's already in love)

Can't stop thinking about how the males can't stop goggling at these absolute beautiful women that pass them by who look like they're from the fucking island of Themyscira

Can't stop thinking about how Capitan Price and Ghost almost pass the hell out when they see the last two women get out of the plane, the tallest person they've ever seen in the front and a bit shorter one in the back

Can't stop thinking about how all the women have to bend down to go through the doors

Can't stop thinking about all the women finally introducing themselves with their call signs and the tallest one in the team (who almost broke their doors because she cant get through them) is the Capitan and her second in command is behind her

Can't stop thinking about the second in command giving Ghost a small nod with a soft smile, sending him in a spiral

Can't stop thinking about some of the girls crowding the men, cooing down at them about how cute they are and how muscular they are, pinching their flustered cheeks and curiously groping their overwhelmed bodies

Definitely can't stop thinking about how the men know they're absolutely fucked for these few months.

Can't. Stop. Thinkinnggggg.

[gomzdrawfr]

yall

[cookiesonfire]

telling him to count how many hickies i give him then shoving my fingers into his mouth, playing with his tongue. when he's unable to count, teasing him with "aww am i making you feel so good and stupid that you forgot how to count? such a cute thing unable to do something so easy" shoving my fingers even deeper into his mouth bc his muffled sounds are music to my ears. using my other hand to pull his head back so i can give even more hickies and mark him as mine and only mine.

[yandere-kokeshi]

Saw an idea from @frogchiro and decided to write some feral content. Send her some love ❤

TW: yandere, monster fucking, werewolves, some crack/funny thoughts, talks about pregnancy/having pups (still gender-neutral), and knotting stuff.

Imagine TF-141 being yandere werewolf hybrids, falling for you all at once, each sharing their own yandere traits; which, causes all of them to be wherever you are. The need to scent you. Need you to be beside them at all times. And soon bring you home as theirs.

And now, you're their mate, sharing is needed — pack mates practically share everything, no?

Out of the four, Soap and Gaz are the absolute worst — they're feral, energized through the roof, and has to follow you around constantly; nudging into your crotch as they need to smell you. Smell your addictive scent that makes them all types of crazy, causing them to start nipping at your poor skin, growling at each other as the need for breeding comes along.

They both love to yap and bark at you, gently grasping your hand to guide you back to your bed (aka nest) so they can cuddle you (or stuff you full of their knot, their fluffy fur likely suffocating you.)

Though, you are often saved by Simon, and Price, whom are the biggest. They growl at them to watch it and gently bite their ears on scolding, snarling at them of needing to be more careful, and to not hurt you. You're their perfect mate!

Of course, Soap and Gaz make it up with sloppy kisses. And how can you not forgive them? Their obvious doggy eyes working perfectly.

Simon and Price are more so on the chiller side. Watching from afar, and demand cuddles that end up with their heads laying on your lap, the thumping of their tails on the chewed-up couch shows their appreciation when you finally decide to pay them attention.

But don't think they don't get possessive – because they do. More often or not, the hickeys and knots come from them. Though, they're regularly the nicest, rarely one to hurt you, and more aware of their size.

But, their breeding cycles are the fucking worse. Soap and Gaz are naturally horny, biting at your form as their tongue hangs out, but Simon and Price are a menace when in heat. Being more vocal, possessive, and often nipping at your ankles to not stray too far.

Regularly dragging you by the scruff of your clothes where the two of you can mate, spending their heat in peace. Making sure that you can see Price flexing his burly muscles, wanting you to admire their wagging fluffy tails, and showing off how thick, glossy Simon's fur is, and how both of them. All of them, really, can provide you with pleasant things, including a healthy litter of pups.

Despite them being pack mates, all of them are fighting on a regular basis — they all want to be the first one to breed, knot, and have you carry their pups.

When in their full werewolf forms, soap is more prone to chasing butterflies, and bringing you back half-alive birds, barking at you for his proud hunt – his mouth and chest covered in deepening blood.

Though, Gaz, and Price, actually bring actual gifts that are thoughtful — plopping full landscape roses in front of you, the roots still connected to the plant as their tail wag violently as they wait for your praise.

Simon, on the other hand, brings actual food. Like… steals a whole ass barbecued-chicken from someone's backyard, and nudges it closer to you as it's still warm.

Stares at you to eat it, his hazel eyes demanding for you to take it, but immediately snaps at Johnny, who only cackles back. He tries so hard to steal the items every time Simon gifts you something (he just wants a bite out of your food — sharing means caring!).

Everywhere on your body is marked by them, the harsh-but-yet healed maw-marked implanted into your skin. Their marks are typically licked, and kissed on by them.

Bring me some more ideas, please!! I fucking love these men who are feral for you — especially as werewolves 🤭

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Here's my mw2 masterlist for more things <3