Tf 141 Headcanons - Blog Posts
Task Force 141 headcannons- art/paper
Warnings!: Nope, not any today. I'm being possessed by the spirit of creativity right now and I NEED to yap. Shoutout to @h1ccu9 for just being incredibly nice and amazing, and to all of you for your support! It means a lot <3
Johnny has always been an artist, in his mind. It's a fact that permeates his whole being, though it didn't come about how most think it did.
There was no single moment when he decided that it would be what consumed every other free moment he has, no Christmas present that spurred creativity any more than the others.
Slowly, when he was younger. Stupid drawings of cartoons he'd liked, the typical stuff for a kid. Then, more quickly. In Chemistry, he was so bored of hexagons, of compounds bound by singe and double lines and rote memorization.
So, he started with circles. They were ugly, at first, but he picked up shading, and then it spilled outward.
Stupid drawings of his teachers, made to draw a chuckle from classmates, drawn with the 5-pack of pencils that would last the whole year, no matter what.
Even in his adult life, when what fills his sketchbook is chicken-scratch and sketches of buildings (only sometimes people) it's only pencil.
A quiet tribute to the young boy in a big house where money was tight. Colored pencils and good graphite would be wasted on him. He has what he needs in his palm, and he's used to that. Sometimes, black and white works well enough.
Price is somewhat similar, but his skill is technical. Sharp lines composed of quick flicks of a controlled wrist (never mind the slight ache when he repeats the motion too many times) come together to form rough ideas, a tool more for communication more than anything else.
It's not a skill borne from anything too creative, no, it just boils down to the things he needs to know. Maps, structures from top-down and isometric angles. Plans of attack represented by smooth, even arrows like men haven't died following paths he's drawn.
John doesn't like to draw outside of work, not when he remembers how many lives have been mistakenly cut short by how he controls the ballpoint pen.
He's tried, once or twice. It always ends in a deep, stabbing guilt that takes a practiced hand to shake from his shoulders.
Kyle didn't have an affinity for art until his teen years. He'd gone to museums, sure, he knew it took skill, but it had never really piqued his interest in the way it seemed to captivate some people he knows.
He'd been stressed when he picked it up from a friend. Squiggles encased in squiggles on the margins of the page. His English teacher did nothing but mark down his essays for it, but dammit did forcing himself to focus on something else work.
His mother had soon gifted him a set of ink-basked, black liner pens. Middle-of-the-road, in both quality and price, but it was more than enough.
A simple notebook had soon become a haven for him. Dots on dots on dots, lines, big, swooping curves, you name it, it's there.
He holds one rule: No "drawing".
Of course, this feels silly when he tells it to people, but it matters. If he goes into the project with a thought of a desired result, it will just frustrate him more, when it inevitably turns out as less-than-flawless.
So, it's all amorphous. Sometimes it's spiky, sometimes he's almost scarily methodical, adding more and more detail until a whole spread is swallowed up, and his head is mercifully clear.
It's enough to pull him in, but the art always lets him go again, and that's what he needs out of it.
Simon doesn't draw.
That's not to say he doesn't make art, but his is different.
Origami is his trade. It has been for a long time. He'd tear the corners out of pages in school binders, find ways to fold them to make them more interesting.
A book from the local library was what had taken it from a child's passing interest to the work of the rest of his life. More patterns. A way to understand how to make patterns, of his very own.
But, perhaps most importantly, origami was a simple, cheap hobby he could pay for with quarters found on the side of the road. And it was easy to hide
A shoebox beneath his bed was where it resided for about a decade, and then he enlisted.
His first tour, an acquaintance had given him a good set of proper origami paper. He can't remember their name for the life of him, but he remembers them every time he sits at his desk.
Actually, to be fair, he remembers them every time he enters his room at all.
The walls are adorned in paper sculptures, some truly origami, some not. Some composed of thousands of fold and over a hundred hours of work, and some just five-minute warm-up cranes.
It's a soothing reminder that his life is his, now. No matter how bitter the past may be, the tamed roughness of paper on his burned fingertips is there, and his mind gets to shut off as he takes on a project.
He knows how to make cranes by heart, now.
Damn that shit was close, but the people have spoken another Nikto thought it is
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hunter-hears-all | Intro PostđźŽ
[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.
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I don't write and draw and why:
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soap, the hype man - platonic tf141
it doesn't matter what you're doing. could be lifting, could be tying your damn shoelaces. soap is in your corner like you're about to shatter a world record. you're kneeling down to stretch your calves before starting your actual workout, barely even breathing hard yet, and from across the gym, a certain scotsman's voice literally echoes. "LET'S GOO, Y/N!!" you flinch so hard you almost pull something. soap's hyped (what is he on?), clapping his hands like you just deadlifted a helicopter. ghost, somewhere behind you, mutters, "for fuck's sake, mactavish." sighs into his hoodie like he regrets all his life choices. but makes no move to stop him. wooow... so nice of him... "I'm literally just stretching." you point out, trying to wave him off. keyword: TRYING. he squats down next to you (his ass jiggled btw, it's the physics of that thang) like an overenthusiastic couch. “Aye, and ye’re listnin’ it! Stretch those muscles, champion! Ye’re killin’ it, wee yin!” you haven't even started your actual workout, hell, hadn't even finished stretching, and somehow you already feel like you've been through an entire motivational seminar. with a sports commentator presenting. price pretends to not know any of you. you're the only ones in the base gym. yet, he sees simon only. proceeds to walk by and mutter something about "bloody children" under his breath. wow. i see how it is... gaz decides to make it worse. thanks a lot! really helpful, pooks. before you know it, two men are squatting next to you. blink twice if you need help. “let’s get it, superstar!” he yells. “show that yoga mat who’s boss!”
soap fist-bumps him. “see?! that’s teamwork, baby!” price leaves the room. you turn the volume up for your music. --- writer's note: is this cringe? i literally can't tell. anyway, I think I'd cry if this happened to me. #justiceforreader!!
the tf141's habits - tf141 hcs
some habits need pysch evaluations. John Price - sleep? what is that? he doesn't trust sleep. literally sets alarms every 90 minutes. reasoning? "just in case." - tea tempering. he brews his tea like it's a blood ritual. if someone dares microwave water, he looks at them like it's treason. - talks to himself. mutters FULL conversations under his breath. gaz once heard him win an argument against himself in three different accents. at least he won. - smokes in the rain. claims it "feels cleaner." soap is convinced he's just romanticising depression. (he is) - stares into the middle distance. like he's waiting for nameless dread to walk through a door. you mimicked it once, he looked over, then proceeded to nod in approval. Simon "Ghost" Riley - refuses to touch public doorknobs. always uses his sleeve or foot. - watches people sleep. not in a creepy way (trust me, I'm the bedframe). he just stands there. he especially does it with you, because he just wants to make sure you're sleeping alright :(( - silent meals. eats like he's in a hostage negotiation. no chewing sounds. no talking. just... silence. like the silence where you can hear your own sins echo. John "Soap" Mactavish - wears mismatched socks on purpose. - eats raw instant ramen like chips. straight up bites it. no shame. (but is being shamed) - shower karaoke. full concert. echoes through base walls. - keeps a stress ball. not for squeezing. but for throwing. he throws the ball at people. - talks in third person during high-adrenaline moments. "soap's got this. soap doesn't die today." when you ask who soap is, his response is: "the main character lass/lad" - carries 7 knives. refers to them by name. one is named "susan." do not ask why. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - schedules his breakdowns. like it's a business meeting. always 4pm sharp, and he brings snacks. - corrects people's grammar while being shot at. soap once yelled "WHERE THEY AT" gaz's response? "where are they, you mean" - colour codes his gear. not because it's practical, but because it looks nice. - keeps a spreadsheet of everyone's favourite snacks. he'll randomly give you your favourite crisps at the end of a mission :D - gossips. like full-on podcast voice when gossiping with you. soap joins in sometimes. gossip girls... remastered. --- writer's note: hi again! second post :) again, I'm writing this at 8am with no sleep. literally dying rn. apologies if there are any typos. much love xx
what the tf141 get teased for - tf141 hcs
John Price - his dad energy (soap has once called him dad.) would 100% ground you then sneak you snacks. gaz got him a 'world's best dad' mug. - swears like poetry. shakespeare, if shakespeare smoked cigars - still doesn't know what "slay" means and doesn't want to. (or whatever gaz says) - rbf? nooo... its "I'm not mad I'm disappointed in you" face Simon "Ghost" Riley - the mask stays on. even in 40°C heat. (but he does take it off when the tf141 is alone) - always lurking like a cryptid in a hoodie. "like batman... but if batman didn't like fun" - gaz's wise words. (i can confirm, I'm his hat) - somehow managing to be the most dramatic one without saying a word - moving silently and scaring the soul out of everyone... John "Soap" Mactavish - his hair routine. that mohawk is constantly abused with gel. it could stay still in a hurricane... - being the loudest in every scenario, like the walls owe him rent. - stealth's arch-nemesis (ghost's words) - his scottish rage... has "talked the chair into submission" after stubbing his toe. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - knows exactly what "falsies" and "baking" means. blames his sisters. (I hc him having two) - spends an hour+ doing recon and comes back with relationship tea. - his skincare routine. full beauty influencer, "you look like you moisturise with angel tears", soap's words. - similar lines, but his eyebrows. could slice bread with how sharp his eyebrows are. - diva.
--- writer's note:
hihi!! this is my first time writing headcanons (and posting them to the public)... so hopefully these are okay! it's 9am and I still haven't slept (studying for exams). #grindandrise /j. feel free to request or send an ask. much love xx
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hi! im aurora, or rory/aurie. whatever u prefer :) ──── ŕ¨ŕ§ ──── about me: ✦ 19 years old! (this is not a mdni page, my posts will be mostly sfw!) ✦ both of my parents are mixed! (25% brit 25% egyptian 25% mexican 25% s. korean) ✦ I like cod mostly (what I'll be mainly posting), and hades (the game) and a bunch of other stuff I cant think of rn ✦ my music taste varies, but my top artists are kendrick, tyler the creator, sza, sabrina carpenter, nessa barrett, pebbles&tamtam, billie eilish, chase atlantic, some kpop here and there and sooo much more ──── ŕ¨ŕ§ ────
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