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molotovmetro · 1 year

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The 141 + König with a s/o who goes non-verbal

Tiny disclaimer: im autistic and have moments of being non verbal during breakdowns etc, so this is based mostly off of my own experience, but if anyone feels like ive said inaccurate or offensive things, please let me know as that would never be my intention. The way I've written this suggests this is a negative feeling (, since thats how i experience it) but I understand that might not be the same for everyone. For some people this might just be a daily or

Requested by @apocalypticseagull

Warnings: mentions of stress and the slightest hint at possible injury, besides that nothing I can think of

M!reader

Ghost

Ghost relates to you. While he wouldn't claim his experience is the same, he gets moments of overstimulation where he wants everyone to leave him alone, and will just stop reacting to people.

When he feels like this, he prefers to sit in his room, either completely in the dark or with only a small lamp on, and have as little noise around him as possible.

If you're in a stress situation, not knowing what else to do to help you, that's what he'll resort to.

He'll take you into either his room or yours, whichever you would prefer, and holds you while letting you get away from all the triggers for a bit. Unless you're dealing with life or death situations, whatever work you have left for the day can wait. Your wellbeing always comes first.

Soap

Soap is a lot more observant than people give him credit for. He's the king of avoiding stressful situations for you whenever he can.

But alas, he can't avoid it every time. Whether you start saying less and less as the minutes go on, or just stop talking suddenly, he notices immediately.

Not that he'd be quick to admit it, but he's got a written list of everything you like, even if it's just something you mentioned in passing. He absutely will use this list to do whatever he can to make you smile and relieve some of your stress.

He'll make sure to find a way to still communicate that both of you are comfortable with. He'll happily lend you his journal to write in, or he'll ask Roach for some lessons in sign language. He'd break his back bending over backwards to make you comfortable if he had to.

Gaz

No matter how often it happens, Gaz still feels a jolt of panic whenever you don't respond over coms when you're on a mission. He almost sags in relief as soon as he hears you hum, or even just hears the crackly static of you pushing your radio's button.

He knows you're a talented soldier and you're more than capable of handling yourself, he still prefers to be near you at all times. What if something happens and you can't tell him? You could be in trouble without him even knowing. He'll, just knowing you're stressed is making him want to reach for you.

He likes his job, likes helping people and ridding the world of danger, but his favourite part of every mission is when you're sitting in the exfil helo after a good mission, and you give him that wide smile he's been waiting hours, if not days to see.

Price

You and Price have been working together for so long, you both know the drill. When he starts to notice you going quiet, he makes sure he only asks yes or no questions. On your side; one click of your radio button for no, two for yes. Throw in some improvised morse code when necessary, and you've got a solid communications system.

Having this system is also a huge bonus during stealth missions, when he can't talk freely without risking being spotted.

He loves hearing your voice, but he doesn't treat you any differently when you can't talk. He'll support you in whatever way you need, without making it feel like he's babying you.

The two of you are a well oiled machine. No matter how stressful the situation, usually you can tell what the other one is thinking just by looking at them. You know you both have each other's back, verbal communication or not.

König

König doesn't mean to make a big deal out of it, and he won't if you don't, but he does worry.

After a situation like that happens once, he commits everything that helps you to his memory, and uses the knowledge to help you the next time it happens.

Even down to the tiniest detail, he'll remember. If you don't like a certain texture or can only stand a certain flavour of drink during moments like this, he's making sure you have everything you need and are as comfortable as possible. Whatever is stressing you will be dealt with by him while you're resting and calming down.

If you want to be alone, he understands and respects that, and gives you the space you need. But if you don't, there's nowhere he'd rather be than by your side.

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styllwaters · 5 months

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do you have any ideas about Knight language(s)? How they sound, work, etc.?

I'm glad you asked! Sorry this took so long; it's a bit of a long one.

For Knight languages, all vocalisations originate from the Host. Spoken language is harsh and guttural, consisting of deep growling, hissing, and ‘rolls of the tongue’. Their growls are quite loud, and accompanying them are low-frequency vibrations which can be felt across the entire body. The closest approximation would be cassowary rumbling. Hosts rely less on their ears (which are small holes hidden under their fur) and more on vibrations to detect sound.

Helmets are incapable of making such complex vocalisations and instead use many forms of sign language to communicate via their manipulators. When a Knight mentally separates their Host and Helmet, the Helmet is no longer able to speak through the Host. As such, there are two main language forms used by Knights of every regional variety; the vocal Host language and the signing Helmet language.

However, typically when Knights are communicating, they may use a mixture of the two, called Speech-sign. Helmet signing accompanied by Host speech aids in conveying proper tone, considering Host articulation tends to be very monotone. It also contains underlying messages; or what we would call subtext. As a result, Knights tend to be highly attentive to body language and focus on hand movements rather than eyes/mouth when in conversation.

[Pictured above: the Plains pike-fort Kryyit-kan conversing with their guard-spire mate, Ynsi-jehwa. Kryyit is apologising for squishing Ynsi's favourite pet bug.]

There are some ‘universal’ signs and gestures which are generally understood by all Knights, no matter the language or region. Many of these signs are also used during hunts to communicate from afar without startling prey. Mountain, Plains, and Polar Knight children are taught these from an early age.

[Pictured above: the eight essential signs used by all Knights. Helmet manipulators are highly dexterous and can move in various directions.]

Knights also have ‘drumming’ languages, which is a method of communicating over long distances. Mainly used in Plains regions, Knights drum on the sand with their back feet in patterns not unlike Morse code. For more reliable and accurate communication they may use a thumping device. Knights are able to detect these seismic disturbances over vast stretches of land.

ADDITIONAL FACTS

Mountain Knight names tend to contain a lot of consonants and are the most hissy/raspy/guttural. The Host name comes before the Helmet name, and they are combined into one. (Eg. Neghasharat-Hksuutaka = Negha-taka)

Plains Knight names have more vowels and are slightly higher pitched. They are similar to the Mountain naming scheme, except the Helmet name comes before the Host name. (Eg. Krryitmana-Kankala = Krryit-kan)

Polar Knight names are not two-part. They do not name their Host or Helmets at all, only naming the Knight infant when they are assimilated. They are generally shorter and are the highest pitched. (Eg. Reio)

Knight 'laughing' sounds exactly like tiger chuffing!

#thank you for the ask!!#had a lot of fun with this one #vivere 44 #knights #ask #aliens #speculative biology #spec bio #speculative evolution #spec evo #worldbuilding #art #my art #also I think this is my 100th ask? wrow 🎉#I haven't yet figured out what their written language looks like. that's for another time

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lets-try-some-writing · 4 months

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How would the first meeting between the Autobots and the humans have gone? With their more alien and most likely more imposing forms (due to their Cybertronian vehicle modes) I assume the government agents / military personnel sent to investigate were rightfully afraid. (Personally I think seeing 15-30 foot robots with optics that pierce through the presumably kicked up dust would be a little scary) Perhaps they would’ve spoken in a mix of Cybertronian and English? Would they have simply stared and watched, like in your Grim Dark Archives AU? I dunno it’s just something I thought would be interesting, but I already sent you a few requests, so feel free to delete this one. (To clarify this is a request for a longer writing post)

I have thought about this probably more than I should have. Writing The Grim Dark Archives gave me ideas for this ask, hence my IMPOSSIBLY slow response. Annnnnnyway, here you go!

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The Autobots had plenty of time to prepare for their inevitable interactions with humanity during their journey. At the time the team consisted of Ratchet, Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. As such, they were too few in number to go for any real intimidation tactic, not that they would have gone that route anyway. There was no choice but for them to learn to communicate.

But of course, due to the HIGHLY varying methods of human communication across Earth, it was decided that each of the team would specialize in different methods of communication to ensure that at least someone could talk. Ratchet went the technological way and learned how to communicate in human morse code, the various computer coding languages, and digital texting. He hated every single moment of having to figure it all out, but at least he wasn't Bulkhead. Poor Bulkhead was tasked with learning the more physical methods of communication just in case things went south. He spent hours upon hours watching traditional dances and physical activities from around the world meant to express certain intentions. Let it be said that he is not a good dancer.

Bumblebee of course went down the route of non verbal communication for obvious reasons. He learned all the various sign languages available, practiced miming, learned various whistles, and familiarized himself with music in order to create ambiance as needed. Some species worked differently after all. Optimus for his part actually learned the spoken languages of Earth. Being a former archivist made the process far easier than it otherwise would have been, but he still spent a ridiculous amount of time practicing to get it right. With all of this having been done, when the team finally arrived on Earth, they felt they were ready.

They were incredibly wrong in their assumption.

They spent a handful of weeks undercover, but a few too many security cameras ended up getting them caught. Soon enough they were confronted with quite a few armed vehicles surrounding them and what had to be around a hundred soldiers with weapons raised. The team had learned what surrender looked like and so raised their servos up to show they passivity. That action seemed to give the gathered soldiers pause, and not too long later, a speaker was sent before them.

"I am Agent Fowler from the Department of Defense. What are you and what are you doing here?"

"We are Autobots. We come from the stars."

"You are aliens?"

"Affirmative. We arrived in a spaceship."

"A spaceship?"

"Affirmative. We came to find our bullies."

"Your... *wheeze* bullies?"

"Is that the incorrect term? We seek our... brothers?"

"Right, you came here to find someone. What do you plan on doing here while you hunt them down? Are you planning on blowing anything up?"

"Negative. Combustion of native structures and lifeforms is not on our wishlist."

"Wishlist?"

"Affirmative? Is that not how the term is used? I apologize."

"No no its fine. Let's talk this out."

Optimus did his very best to get the point across, but due to the many similar words in the English language, his ability to use words in context was rather limited. It also did not help that he spoke as though every single word was coming from a script, which unknown to Agent Fowler, he absolutely was reading from his translation program. He was disturbing and hilarious to speak to and Agent Fowler had to step aside and laugh more than once before going back over to the bots to continue talking in a secure facility. But this was noticed rather quickly, and so eventually the team swapped tactics. Optimus stood quietly and stared to try and figure out how to adjust his speech patterns while the rest of the team worked in tandem to communicate differently.

Fowler was not pleased when he had to fetch a technician to try and translate what Ratchet was typing up, which largely amounted to very very complex code going into the extreme details of their situation. Ratchet almost flipped a table when the technician gave up two lines of code in. The medic was not at all happy to have to think about learning the native language. At least with code he could fudge it a bit. But if the squishies couldn't even read the most "basic" of code strings, he was doomed. Bulkhead didn't fare much better in his attempts to dance in various American styles to show how the Autobots were trying to be friendly. His moonwalk was the only thing he was able to do right and all it did was leave the entire collection of human personnel laughing themselves half to death. Humiliated, Bulkhead made way for Bumblebee who managed to convey more vital information through sign language. He got across about as much as Optimus did, but finally there was some sort of answer for the humans present.

Then of course, there was the mess that way asking for names.

"The military will decide what we are going to do with you, but for now you all can stay here. Do you have any names to do with your files?"

"Affirmative. Our names are not pronounceable in your language, but they can be translated."

"Well lay it on me."

"This is Bumbling Bee. Or perhaps Honey Bee? Striped insect? I am afraid I do not have a proper translation."

"Bumblebee it is. What's next? Cargo lift?"

"Negative. This is Dividing Wall."

"Dividing... wall."

"I believe that is the most direct translation. A close synonym would be Bulkhead."

"Right... who is the red one then?"

"My companion is named after a tool on our homeworld. I do not believe you have the exact same tool here. The closest object I could find was the tool you call a ratchet."

"So his name is Ratchet?"

"It is close enough. Is "he" the correct referral for us on your world?"

"You look more masculine, so unless you want to be a she-"

"No, your masculine referral is sufficient."

"What is your name then big guy?"

"I am... Best First? I believe that is the most direct translation of my designation."

"Best First? You must have quite the ego."

"I did not choose my designation, it was given upon my rise to my station. However as my designation seems to be offensive, I will attempt an another translation."

"Wait-"

"Optimus Prime is sufficient. That is the designation by which I believe I can be referred to."

"Alright then. This is going to be a headache."

The Autobots were kept in a facility until the military questioned them more and understood their intentions. But there were more than a few miscommunications and both Ratchet and Bulkhead lamented the many hours spent learning what they now knew to be a useless form of communication.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers prime #team prime #optimus prime #ratchet #bumblebee #bulkhead #agent fowler #cybertronian culture #this was just a goofy thing #and I will never not find it funny that Optimus has a name that literally means best first #dude had no choice but to look arrogant

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xmalereader · 1 year

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John Price X Male Reader

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Authors Note: I apologize for the delay on updates. I got sick during my first week back and had a cough and fever for a few days, I’m all better now and good to start updating! Here is my first John Price shot because he does things to me. ( Simon is still my number #1 )

Summary: A new recruit joins the team who remains anonymous and joins unexpectedly. Laswell is keeping them a secret until their own mission is over, little did price know that this new agent is someone he’s very close too.

Warnings: Angst, violence, gore, blood, mentions of code name, sign language, mature language, military life, assassin, soap is slow, task 141 is cautious, selective mutism.

Word count: 3.4K

John had received news from Laswell that a new recruit was going to be joining there team. He was more than happy to have the extra help on missions but he wasn’t happy knowing that this new recruit was completed classified. Laswell didn’t give him a file and simple provided a name.

Code name; Zero.

Laswell had told John that she trusted the man with missions and was very useful. He was skilled in keeping heavy cover and was known to hide in the shadows. She would say that he was a deadly man who gets the job done without a doubt. That didn’t put John at ease, still not trusting the new recruit that he has yet to meet.

“Zero is a man that I trust and will fit in your team.”

“You want us to trust a rookie with only a simple name?” Ghost calls out.

Task 141 and Laswell were all standing in a briefing room together while she announced the new recruit to the rest of the team. “Ghost is right, who’s to say that he won’t betray us? Remember what Graves did.” Soap reminds her with a glare, clearly not happy with the news.

“I understand the caution and wanting trust from this new recruit but you best believe me that Zero is the one we need for this mission.” She began to explain to the team. “Zero had taken mission that he can complete in less than a few days, get inside information without getting caught. He can help you with getting intel on Makorov.”

“It’s too risky, Laswell.” John finally cuts in, stopping her from taking further. He couldn’t accept someone he didn’t trust not after what happened with Graves and Shepard and their betrayal. “I won’t allow it.”

Laswell frowns, standing straight with her arms crossed over her chest, tilting her head to the side and says. “He knows that Yuri is smuggling dangerous weapons across Russia as we speak.” She knew that the team was struggling to get a location on Yuri. Makorov’s second in command and close friend, the two helping each other in their terrorist schemes which had to be stopped. The new information gets the teams attention as they all looked at her in disbelief.

“He knows where Yuri is?” John asked.

“Like I said, deep cover.” Laswell steps forward, challenging price as the two stare each other down. “Give him a chance and you won’t regret it.” A hint of defeat is shown in his eyes as Laswell slowly smirked at her victory, leaning back to give off a small chuckle before announcing. “He’ll meet you during your next mission, don’t be late.” With that she turns around and leaves the room, tension suddenly gone once she’s out of the room. It wasn’t until Gaz speaks up. “I guess we have a new rookie.”

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The team had geared up and loaded on the helicopter, riding out to Teba, Spain. They were dropped off in a base near the area, collecting there things and driving out to town where they are to meet up with Zero and track down their target in order to get more information on Makarov and his plans. The whole ride there, John can’t help but think about the new recruit. Laswell had provided him there comms, letting him know last minute that Zero was selectively mute and wouldn’t speak to anyone. He communicate through Morse code which connected to the rest of the team.

Everyone else in the team was questioning this rookie, wondering if they were easy to trust or perhaps it was all part of a plan to get them killed. They were entering dangerous territory and had to play it well or else things can get complicated. Before they could arrive to town, johns comms goes off, causing the older man to freeze as he listens to the rapid taps.

“Captain Price, this is Agent Zero, over.”

John sighs to himself, sitting back in his seat as he pulls his comm close and responds back. “This is captain price, we are to arrive to our destined location in five.”

The response he gets back is a fast one, not giving him time to cut the comms as he listens. The rest of the team was also listening to the response back.

“Negative, sir. Location is not safe, reroute to his address.”

Johns phone goes off, showing him a new address to drive too. The captain frowns at the sudden change, but knows that he can’t question the man after the bickering he went through with Laswell. “Copy, rerouting.” He passed the location to Soap who was driving the vehicle, taking the new coordinates and changing their route down a different road. “This rookie better know what he’s doing.” Muttered Gaz, getting the captains attention. “We have no choice but to trust him. But, I also hope he knows what he’s doing.”

The drive took longer than planned now that the location was changed then didn’t arrive until night fall. They drive further away from town and into the woods where a rather large house stood out but also remained very well hidden. They all step out of the van and gather there things. Soap looks up to the house and chuckles. “This place is huge! Are you sure this is the right place?”

“You drove us here.” Ghost narrows his eyes at soap.

“Coordinates show that this is the place.” John speaks up, giving his team a glance before nodding. “Alright, let’s head inside.” The safe house was bigger than expected but it was also dark with no lights turned on or guards standing around the place, blending in with the night and remaining hidden from visitors. When approaching the entrance, it’s ghost who takes notice of the pressure plank located at the front. “Place is rigged with traps.” He turns to the others while they look around for another way inside, not finding any open windows or extra doors.

“There’s a shed to your right.”

Johns comms go off.

“Inside there is a hidden tunnel, it’ll lead you to the basement and inside the house.”

John looks around and his eyes land on the shed, approaching the old thing and pulling the door open to things that belonged inside the shed, it wasn’t until he moved a few boxes that he find an additional trap door that guided him through the tunnels. “Over here.” He calls to the rest and followed him through the dark tunnels. Gaz is the last to step inside and makes sure to close up the doors as he follows his captain.

“We need light.”

“Use a few flares.”

Soap pulls a flare from his pack and turns it on, holding it over his head up front as it lights up the dark tunnel. They follow the trail that leads them towards the house and into the basement first before making it to the first floor. “Keep your guard up, who knows what awaits us.” John warns his men as they enter the house with the lights out it becomes difficult for them to see, not wearing any night vision goggles to make thing easier for them.

“You made it.”

The lights were switched on them as they all turns towards the source of tapping shoes, guns up and aiming towards a singular man who stood a few feet away from them. He was dressed in all black, wearing a mask to cover his entire face like ghost and wearing black goggles that covered his eyes. He’s quick to put his hands up showing them that he meant no harm and carried no weapon with him.

“You zero?” John asks, still holding his own gun up as the man in front of him nods. He slowly reached over to his comm and gives off a few taps.

“Yes, I am unarmed.”

That’s good enough to have the team lower there guns. “Zero, I’m Captain price. This here is my team.” He said while approaching him. “This is Soap, Gaz, and Ghost.” He points to each one while Zero gives off a nod in greeting at the other three, raising his hands, hesitance at first as he signs. “Anyone know sign language?” He questions.

It’s ghost who speaks next. “I know the language.” He hums out, getting Zeros attention who smiled proudly under his own mask and jumps on his toes. “Thought I’d have to write stuff out for everyone to understand, but this works!” Zero is enthusiastic in his signing before waving them over to the main room where there a few boxes full of Ammon and additional guns in case they are needed. A table stood in the middle of the room with all the plans written down along with sticky notes of various locations and names.

“Here is the information that I was able to get from Yuri.” Signed Zero while Ghost translated for the team, rounding the table to stand on the other side while the team looked at his work. “How the hell did you get this much information?” Gaz asks, looking at the coordinates located on the map.

“I was under deep cover with Yuri and his men.” Zero placed his hands on his hips while John chuckles. “Laswell said that your good at getting information, did you choke this out of Yuri?”

Zero shakes his head. “I befriend Yuri a month into my cover, took his side while I was there and gained his trust very fast. He trusted me with a storage room that contained dangerous weapons along with poison gas. When I arrived my team had ambushed them and we got rid of everything. Yuri’s men and his weapons and burned the place to the ground.”

The team is shocked to hear his work. Having been undercover and working with Yuri along with getting his trust in order to get locations of important cargo.

“Shit, Laswell was right.” Soap mumbled out, not believing her at first. “Right, she’s got us worried about you but it looks like you are pretty useful.” John steps in, getting Zeros attention who turned his head to face John.

Behind the goggles he stared at John intently, his lips curling into a smile under the mask before looking back at his own plans. He leans forward to point a gloved finger at the map, showing them a circled area. A sticky note was attached to it and it’s John who takes it and reads it out loud.

“Yuri’s second in command is located here. He is to be transporting weapons back to their warehouse at midnight.”

Ghost speaks up. “Using the dark for coverage.”

“Makes it easy for them to move dangerous weapons without getting stopped.” Added Gaz.

John examined the map and location before sighing deeply and standing up straight. “Alright, we are heading out in an hour—take what you need and get ready. We’re checking the place out and putting a stop to it.”

“Yes, sir.” They all say in unison and began to get prepared for the mission.

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Zero was located across town nearest to the road that Yuri’s men are to take tonight. He’s hiding in the shadows, rifle in hand as he waits for any signs of movement. He’s alone and the night is quiet only the sound of crickets and civilians from afar is heard. He focuses ahead and still doesn’t see any movement, sighing to himself he turns on his comms.

“No sign of movement.”

He doesn’t get a response which caused him to frown. “Price, do you copy?” Silence. “Ghost? Soap? Gaz? Does anyone copy?” Nothing. He’s quick to step away from the ledge, something feeling terribly wrong with the silence he is receiving from the rest of the team. He remembers price telling him that he’d be on the west side of town nearest to the compound. Zeros eyes widen in realization, it’s a trap.

Zero takes the rifle in his hand and straps it over his shoulder as he leaves the roof, moving in the dark and making his way west. A few trucks pass by, causing him to hide against a few houses and checking the area to see a few familiar faces. Yuri’s men were transporting the weapons down another road, changing the plans and rerouting to a different area. Zero stalks closer, hearing murmurs in Russian when he finds a window in the compound.

It doesn’t take him long to find his team trapped inside a room, door locked while a few men chuckled. “Should we perhaps try to experiment?” One of them says as they turn to face a taller man who wore all black, hair white as snow as they wore round glasses. A hint of a grin upon their lips. “We shall.” His accent is rough, turning around and giving Zero a better view of the man.

“Yakov.” Zero mumbled to himself, glaring at the scientist and watched as he walks over to a tank with a label stating ‘poison gas’ in Russian. The simple warning alerts Zero as Yakov moved the tank over to the room with his teammates, locked inside while the scientist got to work. Zero pulls away from the window, looking around frantically and finding the breaker box located near the entrance.

He moves quickly, rushing over to the box and tanking it open as he switched the lights off. The sound of confused voices fills the night. Zero activates his night vision goggles, pulling out a blade that was tucked away around his leg. “Time to work.” He says to himself and moves back to the window, looking inside to see Yakov shouting at his own men in Russian to check the place and to turn the power back on. Before they could scatter he’s able to lift the window, getting inside without making a sound.

“Go! Without power I am unable to get this done without getting us all killed!”

One of Yakovs men opens his mouth to respond back only to stumble forward with a grunt, falling face first onto the ground with a blade sticking behind his back. The scientist gaped with wide eyes, looking around frantically in the dark as he holds his own gun out. He’s unable to see but he hears the sound of his own men falling one by one. A few gunshots go off which startles the scientist, pulling the trigger on his own gun. He doesn’t hit anything and yelps when the gun is shoved out of his hands and is pinned against the door where Zeros team stood.

His arm against his neck as he applied pressure to his windpipe, causing the scientist to thrash in his hold and tried to kick him off. Zero cocks his head in a menacing way. “Yuri is a fool to leave you unprepared.” He whispered, shoving his blade deep into the scientist stomach and watched as his body slowly grows limp in his hold. Zero let’s him go and slumps down onto the floor.

Zero gives the scientist a long stare before turning back towards the door. He takes a look at the lock and gets down on one knee and began to pick the lock, working fast into getting it unlocked and removing the chain. When he proves the door open he forgets how defensive his teammates might get and isn’t prepared when he’s tackled to the ground.

Price holding him in a headlock as he grunts, elbowing price on the ribs as his grip loosened. He’s quick to get out of his hold and turn around to face the rest of his team. “It’s Zero!” He coughs out, voice croaking.

“Zero? Thank fuck your alive.” It’s Soap who sighs in relief when he comes face to face with the new recruit. “Wait—you just spoke.”

Zero clears his throat nervously, opening his mouth to give a response back but is cut off by the sound of gunshots going off. “Out now!” Price shouts as they all run to the back, finding a door and busting their way through and escaping into the dark night, hiding deep into the woods and away from Yuri’s men. Once they are far enough and not being followed they finally get the chance to breath.

“Those damn coordinates took us to a trap!” Ghost shouts, angrily turning to face Price and Zero. “Damn rookie almost brought us to our death.”

“Easy, ghost.” Price holds his hand up, stopping him from approaching Zero any further. Things were getting escalated by the sudden outburst, blaming Zero for the misinformation and near death that they almost had. Zero stands in silence, panting heavily, head lowered as his mind wandered.

“I almost lost you…” his voice is a soft whisper, not loud enough to be heard from the others arguing with each other. It wasn’t until Price speaks up. “Enough! We should be glad that Zero got us out of there. Who knew how long we were going to be stuck inside with no weapons or plan.” Their captain glared at everyone, giving them a stern talk.

“You could have been dead.”

Zeros voice startled everyone. They all turned to face him as he stood there.

“You could have died and I—“ Zero shakes his head. “I could have lost you.” His last statement is directed towards Price who furrowed his brows in confusion.

Zero sighs, reaching up to remove his helmet and goggles, along with his mask too. His face is bare to the entire team, giving them all a chance to see his face. His eyes avert towards Price who stared with wide eyes, taking him in and stepping forward. “Y/n?” He reached out to place his hand against his neck, thumb stroking his jaw as he sniffles.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured out, staring into the eyes of his husband of two years. Y/n knew Prices work and that he lead his own task force along with having history in the SAS. He’d told John that he worked at an office, doing paperwork and staying indoors knowing damn well that was a lie. He worked with Laswell who knew there history. Y/n had spent years working for her, killing people and going undercover, keeping his identity hidden and never speaking a word to anyone unless it was Laswell who he trusted. He never thought that he’d end up falling in love with their captain and getting married to a military man. What they did was dangerous but Y/n feared that his work was far more dangerous and complicated.

Yet, here he stood. Facing his husband who he almost lost if he hadn’t figured out Yuri’s ambush against his team. The thought of him not making it on time and finding John dead crushed him. He couldn’t lose him, not when he’s finally found happiness.

“Oh, my love.” Johns voice is soft, pulling him close into a hug as Y/n holds back a sob and buried his face deeper into his shoulder. His hands gripping his back, afraid to let go. “Im sorry.” He muffled. The two pulling away. “I didn’t know how to tell you and I was afraid of what you’d think of me doing this sort of work.”

John sighs deeply, shaking his head. “Does Laswell know?”

He nods in confirmation.

That brings a laugh out of johns lips, shaking his head in disappointment. “She knew about us and yet she took the risk into adding you into my team.”

“Don’t blame her, John. I requested to help as long as I stayed quiet and didn’t let our personal life interfere. I had more information about Makarov and his business than you ever did.” He argued back, glaring at John. “If it wasn’t for me I wouldn’t have known about the weapons and his damn scientist Yakov—the man is brutal! I spent a month undercover and working for them in order to get what I needed and had to sit back and watch as he tortured my men! My people.” He bites out. “And I—I almost saw it happen again, but with you on the other end and I couldn’t let that happen.”

John pulled him close again, whispering soft words into his ears. “It’s alright, I’m fine and made it out. Because of you we are all alive.” John knew that he couldn’t be upset with his own husband, everyone makes mistakes and takes risks. He’s simply happy that their both together again.

Their moment together is cut by soap.

“Wait—your married?!”

#male reader #john price #John price x male reader #John price x reader #mw2 price #mw2 spoilers #captain price #captain John price

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redheartedtramp · 2 months

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Ruby: *Smug*

Penny: Not so fast, Ruby Rose! This gag has gone on for too long! But no more! For I have downloaded every possible word and word combination in the English Lexicon! I know every kind of slang, modern and out of date, and every possible pick up line, flirtation, and word of endearment written by man, Grimm, and monkey!

Ruby: *lightly taps chin*

Penny: Not only that, but I know every other language on Remnant as well! I know every language used by mankind, both alive and dead. On top of that, I know every single fictional language - Elvish, Klingon, Demon Script! I also have all knowledge of coded languages such as Morse, Pig Latin, and all forms of Esperanto!

Ruby: *pulls out a stick of red Deep Rose #22 lipstick and begins to apply it*

Penny: I know all forms of non-verbal communication; sign language, hand gestures, memes, emojis and their multitude of text-based meanings!

Ruby: *examines self in hand mirror*

Penny: There is not any possible way for you to get me with your insistent flirting endeavors! So you can do your worst, but I will not fold like a-

Ruby then grabs Penny's collar and kisses her lips. Penny proceeds to blush and fall over onto the ground.

#rwby #rwby shitpost #ruby rose #penny polendina #nuts & dolts

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 10 months

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These Nimona headcanons have been sitting in my notes for like two weeks

I just know Bal and Ambrosius were those kids who had to be put on opposite sides of the room in class

And a lot of teachers assumed that they would just give up and pay attention but no

They’re some stubborn little shits who can't leave each other alone for more than five minutes

And while they were on their breaks they went through the options of “long-distance” communication (because yes these dramatic dorks consider ten feet long distance)

Notes? No that could be tracked back to them

Sign language? No that's too noticeable

They finally landed on morse code (because these losers would rather learn a dead language than wait to talk to each other)

Now you might be thinking “Roo wouldn't Bal be too focused on the lesson to talk to Ambrosius?”

No this little nerd records all of their lessons so he won’t miss a single piece of information

After they became fluent the only thing you could hear in class was the teacher talking some tapping here and there and Ambrosius and Bal holding back laughter with every fiber in their being

I also know these dorks would choose each other for every single activity

It got to a point where teachers would beg them to choose other people

They would listen for like one day and then go back to working with each other

These losers have known each other for so long that they can read each other's minds

All they have to do is look at each other and they’re angry or laughing or blushing

When people point it out Ambrosius will say he doesn’t even notice it anymore

Bal will say it’s as natural as breathing

And Nimona calls it creepy as fuck

They could also fill a book with the most random inside jokes most of which they don’t even really remember the context of

The main trio are fiercely protective of each other

Bal only got into a handful of fights back in the institute and it was all because someone got a little too comfortable and started talking shit about Ambrosius

People lost count of how many fights that Ambrosius got into

After a while Bal stopped wasting his breath by begging Ambrosius just to ignore them and bought a cool quality medkit

The number of fights Bal got into skyrocketed after the wall fell

While the majority of society saw the trio as heroes there were still some who called Nimona a monster and Ambrosius a disgrace

And most of those people couldn’t say anything afterward because their jaws were broken

There was an incident in the market which was could be summed up as Ambrosius holding a man at knife point while threatening to cut his tongue out if he ever heard him call Bal a murderer again

After Nimona came back the fights increased tenfold

The first time Nimona and Ambrosius went to the market alone they came back bloody and bruised

It wasn’t until Bal checked the news that he found out those dorks started a fucking riot

There were also rumors that a man was missing a tongue but Bal hoped those were just rumors

One time the three of them went out to dinner and some dumbass tried to jump them

They claimed that it’s what Gloreth would have wanted

Bal had to drag Ambrosius off of him while Nimona was egging him on

The first time that Nimona and Bal kidnapped Ambrosius from his office was undeniably the worst

He hadn’t eaten or slept in days and he looked like he was ready to keel over

And a couple of people dared to try and stop them

Claiming Ambrosius “still had work to do”

Nimona looked them dead in the eyes and said “If you don’t let us walk out of here I’ll make sure you never walk again”

No one argued with them after that

Bal told Nimona he was proud of them for keeping their cool

And Nimona replied “Thanks but I definitely broke someone’s foot on the way out”

He couldn’t even get mad at her because he broke someone’s hand

Bal says they’re the reason he’s getting grays in his early 20s

To which Ambrosius responds “Moonbeam you came home yesterday with a broken nose and busted knuckles don’t talk to me about gray hair”

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cosmica-galaxy · 5 months

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Behold! The mimic Drillman! == + Mimic Drillmen have metallic like digits on the ends of their limbs. These metal claws help them dig through soil, clay, gravel, and sand. They have a harder time digging through concrete and asphalt when young, but the claws sharpen as they age. + This mimic type have very limited mouth movement and consumes only a liquid diet. The proboscis is as sharp as a hypodermic needle and is used to impale prey and to drain them of their bodily fluids. + This mimic is also one of the few mimics that is actually VENOMOUS. It's tongue has nasty barbs laced with a powerful neurotoxin on the end of it that allow it to paralyze prey incredibly fast. + They are communal mimics and live in groups while underground. They are known to make nests in places with underground locations, such as basements, bank vaults, utility plants, or even sewers. + They have a symbiotic relationship with Speaker Mimics! Both help each other cover their own weaknesses and even cooperate when living in close quarters with each other. While Speaker mimics are vulnerable when close to the ground, the drill mimics look out for them and vice versa, as drill mimics are vulnerable to airborne enemies. + They also have...unique feeding habits. They not only paralyze their prey or stab them, they are also known to impale them like Shrikes in a makeshift "pantry". They even have special containers called "blood pans" that collect the blood from the impaled victims and they bottle to drink for later. + They can't eat solid food, only liquid food. This can range from blood, meat puree, water, fruits, and even veggies. As long as it can be drained, they can do to. + To know when this mimic is in the area, look for dried husks. Either skibidi corpses or animal carcasses drained of all their fluids, even eyes in some cases, will be a big clue. + They also can't speak because of their limited mouth movements. Instead, they communicate through Morse code, knocking, grunts, or sign language. + They are sensitive to light, from being primarily underground dwellers, and they can only see via vibrations. + They do not know what a human is and don't view them as a food source, if they accidentally grab the human, they'll let them go in surprise. + Their young are called "Drillets". + The one that joins the human's pack is actually an old friend of Pal, who he grew up with!

#haxorus imp #hax speaks #cosmica galaxy #cosmica-galaxy #skibidi tag #my art #skibidi toilet #skibidi oc #skibidi mimic #skibidi toilet mimic #skibidi multiverse #skibidi toilet multiverse

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icystorm76 · 5 months

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Armand and Daniel can’t communicate secretly around other vampires because of the whole maker-fledgling mind reading block, so they resort so increasingly inane and overdramatic methods.

They both learn sign language and make a point of using the most over the top signs around other people.

They both learn multiple fantasy languages such as Klingon and Elvish and mix them in with real languages to create sentences that only they can understand.

They learn Morse code and tap messages to each other. This annoys Lestat greatly.

They text back and forth and assign each other the most annoying ringtones they can find, which annoys the entire court greatly.

If they ever truly need to communicate quickly and discreetly they use Louis as a go between, essentially playing vampire telephone.

#iwtv #lestat de lioncourt #iwtv armand #armand #daniel molloy #devils minion #louis de pointe du lac

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spottlessspectre · 13 days

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Did- did- did- did you say HTTYD AU on your wip game?

YES I DID AND I'M LOVING PLANNING IT OUT

At the moment I've got a base plan for backstories and character's relationships and things to do with them.

Here's a brief bit of Ghost's gang :]

Simon (Ghost)- will be around 21 years old, rides a stormcutter(more on her in a few) son of a dragon hunter, on his first mission for his father they were sold out by one of his superiors and ended up in a fighting ring against people, dragons and animals, this is where he meets the dragon he rides. He eventually escaped and became the Ghost (his dragon is referred to as the phantom) and spends his time hunting down traffickers of any kind.

Starglider(the phantom): an above average sized female stormcutter, she is mainly a really dark purple and blue with black(think of galaxy pictures) and while she has a few spots on her body, she has a distinct white patch on her face which Ghost copied for his mask. Has prominent scars near her wings as that was the closest hunters could get.

Farah (the Blaze): about 20, Ghost rescued her from a trafficking ring (unfortunately a sex trafficking one this time, but i wont go into detail about her experiences) and they became fast friends in taking down traffickers (very scary sight for anyone given their amazing teamwork in battle) rescued her dragon from a fighting ring and worked to heal wings.

Cinders(the inferno): an average sized female typhoomerang, vibrant red markings and an unusually dusty yellow/orange head with lots of scars on wings from capture time, Farah spent a lot of time healing her wings and ended up bonding with her. When they use the fire tornado thing Farah jumps into the air beforehand (Ghost and Starglider catch her) so that Cinders can go full out without hurting her rider.

Rudy (haven't come up with a name for him yet): maybe 23, ran away from his family as they were abusive, got lost in the nearby woodland and somehow bonded with a young scauldron. Met Ghost and his group when he and his dragon were flying by a hunting ship and didn't realise, they were shot and ended up being rescued and taken back to their hideout, where they have been ever since.

Viridian: an average sized female scauldron with lots of dark greens and light green patterning that looks like light on water, she is very protective of Rudy and only lets people and dragons she trusts near him. Scarring ner her tail from running away from hunters (successfully)

Gary (the Roach): met Ghost when he was found floating half dead in the sea and they nursed him back to health- he met his dragon as he was the one who found him floating and brought him back to the hideout. Is an avid tinkerer and developed a lot of their gear and even made himself goggles with glass. Is selectively mute due to his experience with hunters (do you sense a theme in how they all have trauma?) So I thought it'd be interesting to make him ride a thunderdrum (as I have been reliably informed they are basically deaf) so I could play around with how they communicate. He developed a personal sign language as well as learning the universal one used by most vikings- all of the gang know the sign language- he also created a code similar to morse to communicate in the dark, and a tapping system for his dragon.

Klank: a smaller than average male thunderdrum with deep purple markings and some blue spots on his back, chipped teeth from chewing metal because he lacks braincells as well as hearing.

#cod #cod fic #wip game #ao3 #httyd #httyd au #ghostsoap #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #gary roach sanderson #farah karim #rudolfo parra #dragons

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transingthoseformers · 1 year

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100% transformers deserve all the languages. Not just Cybertronian in some homogenous way, but various different dialects and unique languages and vernacular and accents. Verbal languages, text to speek, equivalents to morse code, sign languages, stuff entirely unique to EM fields, using wings and finials to communicate, and more more more

#linguistics nerd #tf worldbuilding?#transformers #i am so in love with this idea and i wanna see more languages and i absolutely love this #like tfp Bumblebee's whirps and wheep whoops!

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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 years

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Can I request a Scaramouche x mute!reader?

Scaramouche is protective of them and make sure their safe from harm. The reader communicates with their vision.

hi anon! I hope you enjoy this request!

Scaramouche x mute!reader

The reader communicates with their vision (pryo by writing words/sentences in front of them with fire and heating up scara’s wrist or arm with morse code).

Scaramouche isn’t trusting person, even when you both starting dating, so the fact that you were mute rubbed him the wrong way because he though you were purposely deceiving him. Which lead to him asking other agents or harbingers if you were really mute and finding out that you were for a personal reason (they might be harbinger but they respect trauma), later that night confronting you about his mistrust and you both came clean about your past (maybe not all of it but what mattered). Ever since, your lover is very protective of you especially when he can’t be around you and whenever you need to go somewhere he assigns his most trusted subordinates to you. Spotting him learning sign language from another colleague in order to better understand you without you having to write things on paper and use your vision to communicate what you wanted.

This is one of those situations where you would’ve love to have the balladeer by your side as you got yelled at by a Fatui agent who mistook you for a trespasser and was currently gripping your arm tightly while threatening to hurt you or worse take you to his superior. It was a harbinger of course but you didn’t know which one so it was still scary and risky, not to mention you didn’t want to hurt them but you also couldn’t tell them who you were. Struggling in their hold as they dragged you into a secluded hall to a large ornate door with intricate carvings, pushing the door open and shouting about the “intruder”.

You’d never been so happy to see familiar faces, tears pricking your eyes when you saw your lover talking to his fellow colleagues Childe and Il Dottore, putting your arm on their grip they had on you and trying to pull away. At first Scaramouche was beyond irritated at the nerve a lowly lackey had to even barge in unannounced with something to trivial as a trespasser but then he locked eyes with you and saw how distraught you clearly were. You tried to sign to him but the agent snatched your wrist to berate you for trying to talk your way out of it and smirking at your when he saw the sixth harbinger stride over emotionless.

Childe and Dottore knew what was about to happen and only wished they had some fire-water to go with the show happening in-front of them, not even bothering to contain the hurricane of fury that was about to rain down. “They’re all your lord harbinger. I caught them trying to sneak inside, didn’t even bother talking or saying anything.” Scaramouche’s pale hand practically crushed the agents and threw them across the room, kicking their stomach and electrocuting them for good measure.

“To think that even someone as stupid and daft as you couldn’t recognize them is pathetic. You’re lucky there’s an audience because if not for them you wouldn’t be alive to see the hell you brought upon yourself.” The agent received another shock of electro before turning to you and briefly checking your over for any injuries that were caused, turning to other two who were holding back smiles at the punishment the lackey received and gave a wicked grin. “Dottore, you need a new test subject right?”

You heard your lover whisper appologies as you both left the room with Childe yelling out to you. “I’m glad you’re okay!” Silently chuckling to yourself at his comment and no longer trying to hide the built up emotions swirling in you, you sobbed and kelt your head against Scara’s chest. The fabric of his uniform clenched in balled up fists while you clung to him like he’d leave you if you let go, his thumb wiping your tears away and hugging you tightly. “Tell me what happen.” His usually commanding voice was soft and emotional, still shaken up from seeing his darling harmed by someone under his command no less.

Your pyro vision glowed as you wrote what happen with fire in the air, trying not to shake and signing some other comments like about how scared you were, how you couldn’t tell them who you were, or what you were doing there. Scaramouche gently kissed your forehead and leaned his against yours, clearly still hiding his anger but prioritizing you. “I- I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Fuck.”

Violet thin hair brushing against your cheek as he nuzzled in your neck and quickly worked his arms around your body to pick you up, still keeping an eye on where he was going to mainly continuing to hold your gaze with a softness rarely seen. “You aren’t leaving my side. I won’t let any harm come to you again.” Safe to say he meant it, for the next week he was always within 3 feet of you and you couldn’t complain with how affectionate he’d been behind closed doors after the incident.

#scaramouche #scaramouche genshin #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kunikuzushi #kunikuzushi x reader

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