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duckymacaroon · 2 months
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Y’all I gotta rant…
If I don’t get this off my chest I might explode. How can someone do everything right and still get f’ed. I soooo desperately need a job, just a job asap, cause in about a month I might lose my house.
I have a BA degree, 8 years of marketing experience, I have 5 years of animation work, I’ve written and published a book. I’ve made 3 games for a minor league baseball team to play during innings. I’ve also worked with the Chicago unions and had a video I edited up on the solider field Jumbotron during a Kelly Clarkson and Blake Shelton concert for the department of defense warriors games closing ceremony, I’ve got a certificate in character design for CG Spectrum.
I saved up money to buy my own house by myself when I was in my late twenties, got married to someone I dated for 4 years, graduated high school, never drank, never did drugs, never smoked, I have black belt in taekwondo and I’m so mentally exhausted for everything.
I am not perfect, but I work hard, I keep trying to teach myself how to do things so I don’t fall behind, I literally taught myself how to draw, taught myself how to use blender, mudbox, now I went to school for digital animation so I had lots of classes in maya but I learned 3DS max on my own.
I learned the entire adobe suite on my own, I have been a lead for a small animation group, I’ve learned how to produce videos, edit them and do just about everything you would on a production set.
I’m so tired of just getting passed by because no one wants to take a chance…to try and train me. I just want to work, it’s not that I don’t…I’ve been trying to get into the animation/entertainment industry for 8+ years now, I’ve gone to siggraph, I’ve done networking events, I’ve had lunches, I’ve LinkedIn with these people and then poof! I even had a mentorship with someone from Dreamworks and she pretty much ghosted me…I was working on stuff and she never responded.
I’m just so tired….
I know tumblr isn’t for this but I just needed to scream….sorry. Thanks for listening
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duckymacaroon · 5 months
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duckymacaroon · 6 months
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Why are so many bots following me now!? Ea h day is like a new bot or empty page!?!?!?!
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duckymacaroon · 9 months
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I played this game for Clive but I ended up simping for this man!! I never really simped over a dilf but THIS MAN changed my mind. Ugh voice, hair, body, charisma, charm, sexy everything. Ugh. Yes
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We all agree this man is hot right
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duckymacaroon · 9 months
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This man’s fucking voice got me acting up.
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duckymacaroon · 11 months
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Cod men x fem!reader
Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Konig, and Price x fem!crush!reader
Prompt: Reader couldn’t go back to sleep so they seek comfort from the guy they’ve been crushing on
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Ghost:
You woke up gasping for breath and coughing at the sharpness of the air going down your throat. Sitting up you throw the sheets off of you and put your feet against the stone floor. You were sweating so bad that the coolness of the ground soothed you enough to ground you. Standing up, you threw on some slippers and headed toward the kitchen. The hallways were pitch black causing you to occasionally bump into the walls as you try to stumble your way through. Reaching the kitchen, you swing the door open softly and go to grab a glass of water. You were so determined to get the water and press the cold glass to your forehead that you didn’t even notice the pair of eyes that were on you the moment you walked into the kitchen. 
Shuffling to the counter next to the fridge, you place the glass down, grip the counter, and take deep breaths to try to calm your racing heart before bringing the back of your hand to your mouth and letting out a quiet sob. You heard the movement behind you and froze. You didn’t want to face whoever was in the kitchen with you. You’ve always been strong and didn’t want to show that the thing that finally gets you is a stupid nightmare. Maybe if you didn’t move, they’d just leave. However, luck is not on your side when you feel their presence come up behind you. Simon had never seen you like this and he’s known you for far too long. Seeing your shirt soaked through from sweat, being so unaware of your surroundings that you didn’t see him, and then the sob that you let out. He never wanted to hear you get to that point. The intensity of his feelings for you has gotten stronger the more time has gone on. The fleeting touches, the number of times he’s saved you, the number of times you’ve saved him, and the little moments you guys happen to get. Especially on nights like this, when you both couldn’t sleep and would come across each other here to have a cup of sleepy-time tea in hopes that you both could feel the drowsiness overcome your high-wired brains soon. He almost didn’t know what to do. You wouldn’t turn around as he felt himself reach out gently before stopping himself. 
“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly. You snort out at that. Recognizing his tired, gravelly voice, you almost feel the tension leave your shoulders a bit and slowly turn around, your gaze refusing to leave his bare chest. He puts his finger under your chin and lifts it so that you could look him in the eyes. There were dark circles under your eyes and stains from the tears on your cheeks. He can tell that you don’t want to talk and so he’s not going to make you. He knew he’d be up all night thinking if you were ok so he made a decision in a split second and pulled you into his chest gently. One arm went around your waist and the other went to the back of your head. Even though his balaclava was still on, he shoved his nose into your hair and took a deep breath of your scent once your arms finally wrapped around his waist. You seemed to melt into his arms as you squish your cheek against his pec. You let out a deep sigh and could feel yourself getting sleepy again. But, you didn’t want to lose his comfort. Pulling back a bit you take your arms from around his waist and your hands go up his chest and wrap around his neck. Simon was enjoying this intimate moment too much as his arms tightened around your waist holding you flush against him. “Si… can… can I just lay with you, please? I’m sorry if that’s too much. I just… I just need your comfort.” This is more than either of you have done together, but the state you were in did tug at his heartstrings. He put his nose against your neck before nodding slightly. 
You finally felt relaxed. Safe. You and Simon pull away from each other slightly. His hand grabbed yours and guided you to his room. He opened the door and held it for you to walk through first. Even though it’s your first time in his room, you didn’t bother scanning it and you were about to climb onto his bed when he called out to you. Looking in his direction, he threw a shirt at you. Catching it you look at him confused. “Just so you’re not stuck in a sweaty shirt. I’m sure it’s not comfortable to be in.” You gave a small smile and without even thinking you grab the bottom of your shirt and lift it above your head. Simon wanted to look away to give you privacy, but seeing the clearly old, white scars he couldn’t help but trace them with his eyes. He looks away when you look up at him and waits for you to put on his oversized shirt. After putting his on, you toss your old one to him. Placing it in a laundry bin he makes his way over to his bed. He stopped in front of you, looked you in the eyes, and slowly reached for his balaclava. Taking it off his head was almost a relief for him. He puts it on the bedside table and looks back at your face. He smirked at your widened eyes, “you’re lucky you get to see my mug and still live,” he tried to lighten the mood. You gave a genuine smile at that and his hand reached up to cup your face, “there’s my girl,” he said softly, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. He then moves to the side slightly so he can lie down on his side and waits for you. You feel a little hesitant now, it’s feeling way more intimate now, but you are exhausted and just want to be wrapped in his arms. How can you not want to be wrapped up by him and now get to see his bare face? This is probably one of the better nights of your life. You climb up on his bed pushing him to be on his back and then laying yourself pressed up against his side and laying your head on his chest. His arm wraps around your waist tightly as you tangle your legs with his. Your hand goes to his abs and your thumb softly caresses his scarred skin. He lets out a soft sigh then presses a kiss to the top of your head, “Try to get some sleep, love.” You hum before placing a peck against his chest, “You too Simon.”
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Soap:
Honestly, you’ve been sitting in your room just staring at your ceiling since you woke up out of nowhere. You know you’re not supposed to check the time when you wake up in the middle of the night but guess what you did anyway. You look back over to see how much sleep you’d get if you were to go to sleep in a couple minutes. 3:15, not too much time. Throwing your pillow over your face, you let out a tired scream. Muffled enough that it wouldn’t wake your neighbors. Weighing your options on what to do, you get up with a frustrated sigh. Hoping that walking back and forth in the hallways, you were hoping to get sleepy. Feeling yourself getting more and more drained. However, it wasn’t your door you ended up stopping in front of. You could hear the loud guttural snore inside and knock on the door. The snoring stopped suddenly and you heard a small, “Huh?” You let out a quiet laugh and knock again. You hear the person inside shuffling around and they end up stumbling making a loud thud. You giggle out loud this time as you hear the vulgar cursing before the door is swung open. 
An exasperated and exhausted-looking Soap stood in the doorway trying to blink his eyes open enough to see who knocked. Once his vision cleared, he saw you standing in front of him. He instantly stood a little straighter and puffed out his chest. “Good lord, lass. What’re ya doin’ up so early?” he asked, looking down at your hands nervously playing with the hem of your shirt. His eyes went down further to eye your bare legs. His eyes dragged back up your form slowly and noticed he could see your hard nipples through the shirt making him lick his lips before looking up into your eyes. Your eyes had bags under them and he immediately stopped his perverted thoughts. “I-I was wondering… if you wouldn’t mind… if I could catch a few Z’s with you. I know I just woke you up, but I was hoping you’d help me fall asleep.” With a small smile, he reached his hand forward to your waist and pulled you into his chest. “Oh, sweet girl. My room is always open to ya.” He turned with you in his arms as he closed the door with his foot. 
Feeling you pressed against his chest made his heart go wild. Giving a sweet kiss to your hairline he pulled back to gesture to his bed. You smiled and turned to get on his bed when he gave a small smack to your ass. You’re used to this type of flirting from him and you couldn’t help the small giggle come out as you make yourself comfortable. You do a once-over of Soap with your eyes. Wearing nothing but loose sweats that sit low on his hips makes you hum in approval as your eyes follow his happy trail. “Babygirl, watch those eyes of yers. Ya make me wanna do somethin’ and I’m too tired fer tha’.” You look him in the eyes and open your arms for him to snuggle into you. “C’mere Johnny. I just wanna sleep,” you say sweetly. He flushes a little at you using his real name and happily crawls onto the bed and over you to lay his head on your chest. Smiling, you ran your hand through his mohawk. He just felt himself melt into your body like memory foam and the feeling of your hand going through his hair made him feel his eyes grow heavy. “Johnny?” “Hmm?” he mumbled and placed a kiss on your chest. “Can I trim your mohawk tomorrow, sweetheart?” He moved to place his chin on your chest to look up at you with a lazy smile on his face. “Keep sweet talkin’ me and you could do anythin’ you want tuh me.” You smile before Soap changes his position to fall asleep and takes a deep breath of the fabric of your shirt. He could smell his cologne a bit and now realizes where his recent missing shirt went and smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly grumbling a low, “I’ll give you more shirts in the mornin’,” and placing one last kiss to your collarbone.
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Gaz:
No matter what position you lay in, you couldn’t get comfortable. Waking up from a small bang from the room next to you had scared you awake, putting you on high alert. The rush of adrenaline made it difficult to relax again. After tossing and turning for another half hour you threw your blanket off in exasperation when you heard another bang from the same room. 
“Fuckin’ hell, man,” you grumble as you get up grabbing your pillow and trudging towards your neighbor's door. You can feel the annoyance rushing through your tired body. You couldn’t even bother knocking and walked through the door, effectively fully waking up the man inside. Gaz sat up about to yell at whoever walked into his room without even a courtesy knock. However, the yell died down the moment he saw you waltzing in with a pillow in your hand and irritation in your eyes. He couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face when he saw your sleeping attire. The tank top, the cutesy underwear, your messy bun, and the curves of your body are too enticing for him to ignore it. He licked his lips, “To what do I owe the pleasure, dolly?” You couldn’t help but feel the heat rush to your face and a slight skip of your heart at the affectionate nickname. Maybe you shouldn’t have just rushed over without thought now that you notice his gaze lingering on your thighs. You were just too tired to put too much care into it as you saw him start to walk over to you. You were still annoyed at his obnoxious clambering that woke you up in the first place. Before he could get too close you reeled your pillow back to hit him with it with no hesitation. 
“Hey!” Gaz wasn’t sure if it was from being sleepy or not, but he didn’t expect that and was almost genuinely offended by the whack. This made him wake even more as he flinched a bit at the second hit. Although this time, he caught the pillow and looked at you with a genuine smile and a small chuckle at the shock on your face. Pulling you in by the tight grip you still had on your pillow, he wrapped an arm around your waist making you squeak at the sudden movement. Feeling the squish of your boobs against his chest made his breath hitch. “Now what was that for, pretty girl?” Gaz whispered as he touched his forehead to yours. You were holding your breath at the closeness before looking him deep in his eyes and pouting slightly. “Gaz, you’re just so noisy. I don’t get why you have to be so loud in the middle of the night,” you said softly. He smiled softly and looked back with concern in his eyes after noticing the dark circles under yours. “Can’t sleep?” you shook your head gently, letting out a small sigh.
Tossing your pillow behind him onto his bed, he leaned down, grabbed the back of your thighs, and lifted you up. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, you hum at how warm he is. “You’re bunking with me t’night,” he mumbled as he backed up to his bed and adjusted you so he could lay down with you on top of him. Sitting up on him, you pick the blanket up and cover the both of you and snuggle back into his chest, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. He wraps an arm around you again and lets another hand reach up to the back of your neck, squeezing it comfortingly and then trailing it down your back softly rubbing it and squeezing his hold around your waist. You sigh at the comfort he’s giving you and place a small kiss on his neck which makes his hand brush down over your ass and land on your thigh, brushing his fingers over the width of it. “You can come here anytime if you can't sleep, baby girl. Yeah?” Giving a small hum in response as you practically melt into his warm body. You lift your head slightly and place soft kisses against his cheek before snuggling your head back into his neck and whispering, “g’night Kyle.”
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Price:
After finishing the last deployment with 141 had you trudging around in pure exhaustion. It was evident to everyone that you weren’t sleeping and the bags under your eyes kept getting heavier and darker as time passed. Just about everyone is worried about you, but you keep brushing everyone off every time they try saying anything to you. Everyone knows you’re already an insomniac in the first place, but there’s always been one whose eyes have never left you when in your presence. Just waiting for you to finally pass out from sleep deprivation. Yet, every time he tries to bring it up with you, you just give a small smile and a curt, “I’m fine, Captain.” At this point, he knows the infirmary is going to be the next stop if you don’t just get some rest.
As night approached, Price’s irritation grew. It was only out of concern and he wanted to at least talk to you before going to eat in the mess hall. Making his way to get food, he saw you outside the barracks leaning against the far wall and smoking a cigarette. Since when have you picked that up? With a heavy sigh, he walked to where you were. 
You were just taking a drag of your cigarette when you leaned your head against the wall you were leaning against and closed your eyes. Hearing footsteps approaching you quickly blew out the smoke and quickly stomped out your cigarette afraid of being caught like some teenager. This didn’t go unnoticed by the person that approached you. Seeing it was Price out of the corner of your eye, you quickly went to turn around to head into the barracks, not wanting to get reprimanded by someone again about your sleeping habits. However, you were quickly stopped by the gentle, yet firm grip on your wrist. “C’mon love. Don’t run from me, please” you heard the soft yet gruff voice of your captain. Taking a shaky breath you tried to pull your arm free but with no real fight in it. Tugging you back a bit in an attempt to make you turn around had failed, making him let out another sigh. He kept his hold on your hand and grabbed ahold of your chin with his other, turning it to face him. You couldn’t even look into his eyes at this point, not wanting to see the disappointment in his eyes. You just couldn’t handle it. 
He felt himself taking the moment to just observe the features of your face this close for the first time. He tried not to look worried when seeing the way you look a little paler than normal and the bags under your eyes looked worse than this morning. “Please look at me, love,” he said gently. You take in a deep breath before finally opening your eyes and looking into his. “Attagirl,” he whispered, making the heat blossom in your chest. “I’m gonna say somethin’ love and you’re gonna listen,” he said as his hand that was making you face him went to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his hand that was wrapped on your wrist went to thread his fingers through yours. You wonder if he can feel how fast your heart is beating at his affection. Sure there have been small touches between the two of you and the occasional hug when you were having a hard day, but nothing so intimate. This talk is definitely more serious. “I know you haven't been sleeping. We all know and we’ve been wanting you to just take care of yourself. I want you to take care of yourself and I’ve always helped you with things. So, why have you not come to me for this?” “I… I didn’t think… I-I just didn’t want to bother you about something so stupid,” you say softly. Pressing his forehead against yours, he took a deep breath. 
He was trying to figure out what went wrong to make you think that you couldn’t come to him about every little thing. He’s always been the one to listen to you when you would ramble on about things and he genuinely enjoyed every conversation. He licked his lips before pulling back to look you in the eyes again so that his next statement would hopefully get through to you. “I could never, and I mean never, be bothered by you.” You held your breath hoping it would help with the tears you could feel burning your eyes from spilling. You’re just so tired and stressed so this just pushes you over the edge as you practically slam your face into his chest and wrap your arms around his waist tightly. “I’m sorry John. I’m just so tired and didn’t wanna bother anyone.” He had his hand going up and down your back while he shushed you gently. “C’mon my love. Let’s get you something to eat and then you're sleeping in my room,” he said, giving a kiss on the top of your head. “I don’t want to impose-” “You’re not. You’re not gonna bother me unless you continue to not get rest. I just want to make sure you’re ok,” putting his hand on the back of your neck, pulling you back gently so he could leave a soft, quick kiss to your lips effectively making your racing thoughts stop enough to tire you out. "Ok, John. I hope you don't snore." He chuckled at that. "I'll get you some ear plugs then."
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Konig:
Being in the barracks always made you restless. As it did for practically everyone, but you were beyond frustrated at this point. Grabbing your phone to try to distract yourself with a random podcast to listen to. Scrolling through the list of the ones you usually listen to seems boring or you finished the ones you genuinely like. There is a new one you were listening to with Konig, but usually, you listen to it together cause there are occasionally things he needs to explain to you and every now and then there’s a thing you understand that you get excited to explain to him. He listens to every word you say, but little do you know that he knows almost all the things you’re talking about. He just likes the excitement in your eyes and the passion you show when you know something makes his chest warm and his heart beat faster at the way you talk. 
Without thinking about the time you message him asking if he wanted to listen to the new episode together. You smack your head after noticing that it was 2:30 in the morning. Hoping he had his phone on silent you put your phone down on your chest and look up at the ceiling. It felt like hours passed before hearing a small knock on your door. Looked at your phone confused at someone else is up and noticed that in reality, it was only 2 minutes that had passed. Hearing the knock again, you sit up after hearing the soft “meine perle?” (my pearl) You got off your bed in a rush to open the door and stubbed your toe on the bed frame making you curse. You tear the door open to see Konig leaning against the doorframe about to open the door when he heard the curse and the small ‘ow’ you let out. Knowing you, you probably tripped or bumped into something. 
“Konig? What are you doing up?” “You asked if I wanted to listen to the podcast and I couldn't sleep, so why not?” he said as he pushed past you a bit to walk into your room, giving a small squeeze to your waist as he passed. Closing the door you watch as he goes to your bed and take in his t-shirt, sweats, and that god-forsaken mask. He sits down on the edge of your bed waiting for you to come over as well. He takes this time to take in your appearance as you walk over. Your baggy shirt and shorts make you look so comfortable and soft. You stop in between his spread legs, place your hands on his thighs, and sigh. “Have you been having a hard time sleeping lately? I can see how tired your eyes look, big guy,” he lets out a small chuckle. “Of course, you would notice, meine perle. I haven’t slept too great lately, but I know you haven’t either,” he said as he grabbed your hips and pulled you in closer. You held your breath and placed your hands on his chest and brought one up to go under his mask. You scratched your way from the back of his neck to the back of his head. You ran your fingers through his hair making him putty in your hands. His eyes are closed as he feels himself relax at your comforting touches. 
You notice the tension leaving his body and smile at the calming factor you have on him. You feel yourself leaning forward and before you could stop yourself you’re touching your forehead to his and rubbing your nose to his. His eyes open wide at the intimate moment and just wish to feel the skin of your face against his. It's getting this far, he might as well indulge. He felt so strongly about you and wanted to be a little selfish. It's obvious you return those feelings as one of his hands went under your shirt and rested on the small of your back with his thumb rubbing softly against your warm skin. “You can take it off, you know,” you pulled back a bit with a confused look on your face. “The mask. I want to feel it when you touch your face to mine, kleine.” (little one) The smile you had on your face nearly took his breath away and can’t help the smile that comes onto his face. 
Your hands go to the front of his mask as you scrunch it up slowly lifting it up to just where his nose is before taking a deep breath. His jawline was sharp, and his lips looked thin, soft and so enticing. You look into his eyes before finally, slowly pulling it off fully. You drop the mask on the floor as your hands delicately cup his face. His eyes watch you carefully as your thumbs rub against the stubble on his jaw and then his cheekbones. He can feel himself relaxing more into your hands, even leaning into the softness of your touch. Leaning in again, he closes his eyes, but instead of feeling your forehead against his he feels the brush of your lips against his cheek before you place a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose, making him let out a shaky breath. 
Pulling back again to look him in the eyes with nothing but adoration in them, he couldn’t handle it. He quickly snatched you up in his arms making a little shriek come out at suddenly being airborne. You giggle at the bear hug he gives you as you wrap yourself around him and squeeze him back as hard as you can. He breathes in your hair for the first time without the blockage of the mask. “Konig?” “Hmm?” You let out a little yawn before you could start your question. That was enough for him to walk back to the bed and lay down where you were being spooned by him tightly. He placed a small kiss on your ear as you both relaxed enough to finally fall asleep. I guess tomorrow you guys could listen to the podcast.
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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Neil has posted the other bathtub video he was talking about
"SOAP'S BATTLE ROYALE CHECKLIST"
just..... enjoy.
SOAP'S BATTLE ROYALE CHECKLIST
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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Have I played COD? Nope! Have I heard of this character before two months ago? Nope!!! Am I hopelessly in love with this masked man? Yes, yes I am.
This is a small lunch doodle of my oc Serena and ghost.
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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Ok tumblr is a stange mistress…like it shows me stuff from TLOU a game/show I’ve never played or watched yet somehow I’m reading steamy smutty fan fictions of Joel…and liking it. To randomly last week showing me stuff from COD: modern warfare 2 about Ghost Simon Riley and I fell down that rabbit hole of smutty goodness BUT again never played the games, never heard of the guy yet is on my feed for about a week.
Now!!! I have Star Trek!! STAR FREAKING TREK! What’s next…? No really I’m scared…I’ve already fallen in love with a dilf and a masked soldier…I can’t handle anymore surprises.
Also some how I got sucked into the halo universe too…but at least I played halo 5 so I knew something about it. But come one chief is one sexy dude
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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So it’s the year if the rabbit and uh…I’ve been down the halo rabbit hole and so I drew Kelly with bunny ears since her nickname is the rabbit. I’ve never drawn Kelly before and halo armor and me don’t get along (also yes I know Kelly’s helmet doesn’t have ears I did that in light of the year of the rabbit, like how she had bunny ears on her head)
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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Elementary, Chapter Three
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pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x teacher!reader
chapter rating: E (18+ only, mentions of periods, one brief mention of grief, oral (m rec))
word count: 4.5k
series masterlist | joel masterlist | joel playlist
“Mornin.” Joel’s southern drawl called your attention as you stood in front of the whiteboard jotting down today’s objectives. He stood in the doorway of your classroom holding two coffees and a white paper bag, a hopeful smile on his face. “Brought you a coffee and some donuts.”
“Well that’s awfully thoughtful of you,” you beamed as you walked over, accepting the paper cup from his hand before gesturing for him to join you at your desk. “Sarah’s actually out at recess? That’s a shocker.”
“No, she had a bad headache this mornin’ so I let her stay home,” he informed as he pulled up a seat and sat beside you.
“So you came all this way just to bring me coffee?”
“And donuts,” he corrected with a boyish smile, pulling a glazed donut that was still warm out of the bag and resting it on a napkin. The unexpected gesture paired with the instability of your PMS hormones brought tears to your eyes. “I hope you don’t mind,” he began carefully, a look of concern on his face as he studied your eyes. “I just wanted to see you before I head out to work.”
“No, I don’t mind at all. I’m just…I’m on my period so I’m sort of an emotional wreck right now,” you chuckled as you the felt waves of tears you were holding at bay begin to spill over your waterline, Joel’s thumb beating your own as you moved to wipe them away. “Thank you. God, I hate being a woman.”
“It’s no problem,” he laughed. “Anything I can do to help brighten your day?”
“As if you haven’t already,” you countered with a smirk, pointing to the treats he brought you. Joel gave you a bashful smile and reached for the donut, holding it up for you to take a bite. You hummed at the taste and plucked it from his fingers only to feed it back to him. “Almost as sweet as you,” you teased.
“What a line,” he chuckled and sucked his thumb clean, shaking his head. Your eyes were glued to his lips as he licked them clean, the urge to kiss him swelling inside your chest the longer he sat with you.
“You gotta go,” you urged, shaking your head and looking towards your computer in hopes of it distracting you.
Joel laughed. “Why’s that?”
“Because I’m supposed to be a role model and all I want to do is stick my tongue down your throat,” you confessed, earning the most hearty laugh to date, your grin widening at the mere sound of it. “It’s torture!”
“I’ll go, I’m sorry for torturin’ you, baby,” Joel looked into your eyes, his amused grin softening into something more gentle as you let out a chuckle. “You doin’ anything tonight?”
“I think you’ll find the answer to that question is always the same: no.” Joel’s smile widened again and he nodded.
“In that case, how would you like to join us for dinner? Tommy’s cookin’ so I promise it’ll be edible.” You giggled and nodded eagerly, standing up with him and walking towards the door. “I’ll pick you up at six?”
“Sounds perfect,” you slid your arms around his waist and smiled up at him as you hugged him close. “Thank you for the coffee, and the donut, and the you.”
“More coffee and donuts and me to come,” he promised with a grin and leaned down, filling the space between your lips for a gentle peck. “I gotta get outta here before I get you fired.”
“Yeah, you really do.” You kissed him again anyways, Joel’s smile pressing against yours beginning to feel like a drug. “I’ll see you at six.”
“Sharp.”
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At six o’clock when Joel’s truck had yet to pull into your driveway, you brushed it off. No one was ever that on time. And then at 6:20, you reasoned that perhaps traffic had still been busy from rush hour. But when the clock neared seven and you still hadn’t heard from him, the excuses started to become harder and harder to find. And eventually, at 7:20, you resigned to having been stood up completely and marched yourself into your bedroom to wallow in pity.
As you changed out of the sundress you chose with Joel in mind, your head spun with worries of what could have happened—did he forget he invited you? Did he change his mind? Did Sarah change his mind? He mentioned she wasn’t feeling well—was she okay?
Your head spun and spun until you were sure you were going to be sick, and then the doorbell rang.
Shuffling out of your bedroom in your robe and slippers, you checked your watch—8:30. No one but Joel could be knocking on your door at this hour, but the certainty of it being him didn’t help soothe your anxious stomach.
“Joel,” you acknowledged his presence as you opened the door, keeping a cold distance and crossing your arms as you waited for his explanation.
“I’m late,” he sighed apologetically but you gave him no response, not even a blink. “You already know that. I’m sorry.” He rubbed his forehead and squeezed his eyes closed. “Tommy and I got caught up at work. Sarah ain’t too happy with me either.”
“As she should be,” you sassed, his excuse not good enough to tame the irritation your hormones amplified. “You have a cellphone, you know?”
“Broke it earlier,” he held his smashed Nokia up, offering you a tired but hopeful smile. “I really am sorry. I…fucked up. Can I please make it right?”
You eyed him carefully, your irritation fading with every passing second, the tenderness and sincerity in his smile winning you over.
“Sure,” you finally sighed. “But this is your one and only pass at standing me up. Got it?”
“Yes ma’am,” he smiled and stepped closer to you, his hands finding your waist. He eyed your robe-covered form and chuckled, earning a swat to his stomach. “What was that for?”
“You’re laughing at me,” you accused with a hint of playfulness in your tone.
“No I’m not,” he chuckled again. “I just like the sight of you in a robe. Looks comfy.”
“Yeah, well, I thought I was being stood up,” you countered with a raise of your eyebrow. “Let me go change.”
“I can come with ya,” he offered, your eyes rolling and a laugh bursting from your chest at his attempt.
“Yeah right,” you turned and walked towards your bedroom, Joel remaining in the door way. “Maybe if you showed up on time we could’ve arranged that.”
“I’m gonna be apologizin’ for this for years, aren’t I?” he called out and you beamed at the fact that, even flippantly, he thought about the prospect of the two of you being together years from now.
When you stepped out in your dress, Joel looked like he might faint, his eyes raking over your form like you were a feast and he hadn’t eaten in years.
When was the last time he’d…eaten?
“I am an idiot,” he stretched out the syllables in the last word, bringing a wide smirk to your face as you grabbed your purse and followed him out of the house. Joel’s hand rested on your lower back as he walked you to the passenger side, opening your door for you. Before you climbed in, he stopped you with a mischievous grin, leaning in for a kiss. You obliged willingly, smiling into the tender peck that quickly snowballed into him pinning you against the side of the seat. “You look too damn good.”
“You’re just trying to butter me up,” you mumbled against his lips as he continued pressing soft, slow kisses against yours.
“Mm-mm,” he shook his head, his hands on your waist sliding down to your hips. “S’the god’s honest truth.”
After a couple more kisses, the two of you found the strength to pull away from each other so that you could get home to Sarah and Tommy who were likely sat stewing waiting for your arrival.
“Sorry,” Joel apologized as soon as the two of you stepped into the house, Sarah and Tommy sat in front of the TV with bored faces. “Tommy, you remember—“
“I remember,” he smiled at you, tipping his chin your way. “How’s the car runnin’?”
“As poorly as it ever was, but it’s running,” you chuckled before turning to watch as Joel and Sarah walked into the kitchen, whispering about something you couldn’t hear.
“Sorry I made Joel stand you up,” Tommy offered, pulling your attention back to him. “I didn’t know he had a date lined up.”
“Oh, so you’re the one I need to be mad at,” you teased as you moved to sit down on the sofa.
“Sarah,” Joel called out in a sigh as Sarah stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs, you and Tommy watching the scene unfold. Joel stomped to follow her, but the slamming of her door seemed to stop him as he came shuffling back downstairs a moment later. “Sorry,” he exhaled as he looked at you, embarrassment flashing in his eyes. “She, uh, she’s havin’ a bad night.”
“Oh,” you replied, suddenly feeling guilty. Had your presence caused this? Were you unknowingly stealing him away from her, or at least making her feel like you were? “It’s alright, I can call a cab if you need to—“
“No.” He quickly shook his head and sighed again, clearly exhausted and frustrated with more than just tonight’s complications. “I want you to stay, I mean. If you still want to.”
“Are you sure? She seemed pretty upset.” The last thing you wanted to do was to further complicate the night by staying when Sarah clearly didn’t want you to, but Joel’s earnest eyes began to dissuade you.
“She just needs time to cool down,” he assured, waving for you to join him in the kitchen as the two of you finally remembered Tommy’s presence in the room.
“One more minute of that back and forth and I might’ve stomped upstairs with her,” Tommy muttered playfully as you got up and followed Joel into the kitchen.
“Sarah had a fight with her friend, I guess,” he filled you in as he leaned back against the counter. “Somehow that turned into us arguin’, and then she just ran out.”
“Arguing about anything in specific? Or…anyone?” you hinted, Joel’s eyes softening as he noticed your worry. He walked to you, gently sandwiching you to the counter behind you. You placed your hands on his chest and smoothed over the cotton covering his warmth. “Joel, if this starts to mess with our student/teacher relationship, I can’t—“
“She loves you, I promise you that,” he assured, reaching up to cradle your face. “She was just hopin’ tonight would be just me and her, I guess. Even Tommy was drivin’ her up the wall. But I told her that I invited you over and it would be rude to cancel, ‘specially after already showin’ up so late.”
“See,” you pouted, poking his stomach. “I should go.”
“I want you to stay,” he frowned, resting his forehead against yours.
“And I want to stay, too, but take it from a former pre-teen female when I say the longer you let her ‘cool off’, the more pissed off she’s getting.” Joel exhaled a chuckle and nodded, stepping back enough to give you some room. You rested your hand on his chest and slid it up to his neck, your fingers toying with the baby hairs on the back of it. “Besides, me being on my period kind of kills some of the fun I was hoping to have.”
“One of these nights we’ll get it right,” he husked in a whisper, his eyes staring into yours with an content adoration.
“Hey, I’m fixin’ to head out,” Tommy walked in and interrupted the moment, Joel’s eyes begrudgingly leaving yours to look at his younger brother.
“Mind giving her a ride home?” Joel asked, his hand rubbing your back as though to beg you to reconsider leaving.
“Sure.” Tommy shrugged and nodded. “Everything alright with Sarah?”
“That’s what I’m gonna figure out,” Joel replied before turning to you. “Come on, I’ll walk you out.”
“Well, I guess that’s my cue to stay inside,” Tommy chuckled as the two of you walked past him. “You got five minutes on the clock.”
The darkness of the spring night didn’t offer any chill, just a warm breeze that flowed through the skirt of your dress as you stood at the bed of the truck, his hands on your body—one on your waist and the other holding your face—his lips and hips pressed into you like he was trying to become one moving entity. Your fingers tangled and tugged on his hair as he kissed you breathless, the two of you desperate like a couple high schoolers though you were long beyond that.
“Howdy, neighbor!”
You jumped at the sound of an outside voice, Joel’s sigh brushing across your lips as he pulled away from you.
“Hey, Mr. Adler,” he forced out, offering him a strained smile and a wave. Your face hid in his chest, embarrassed giggles being muffled by the cotton of his shirt as he carried on a conversation with the older man next door as though he hadn’t just had his tongue down your throat.
“I see you’ve got a new friend,” Mr. Adler pointed out and Joel nodded in confirmation. “Maybe the two of y’all can come over for bible study sometime this week? I know how easy it is to fall into the temptation of the flesh—“
“Alright, well, we’ll keep that in mind. Right now she’s actually goin’ home, so—“
“Ah. Well, it was nice to meet ya, sweetheart!”
“Nice to meet you,” you croaked, face still hot from being caught in the act. You waited until Joel confirmed that Mr. Adler had gone back inside before lifting your head. Joel’s grin was contagious, the two of you snorting in laughter like two little kids. “Bible study?”
“I know,” he exhaled in a huff of laughter. “Can’t count the amount of times I’ve been hoodwinked into sittin’ through one of his wife’s sermons. She’s worse than him, believe it or not.”
“You sure you don’t mind all the temptations of the flesh?” you teased, pulling him closer.
“Not when it’s your flesh doin’ the temptin’.” He pressed a soft kiss to your lips. “I really am sorry tonight went so shitty.”
“It’s alright,” you exhaled, your palms rubbing over his waist as you held him close. “Dating is hard, and I’m sure it doesn’t make it any easier dating your kid’s teacher.”
“No, it doesn’t make it easier,” he agreed. “Does make it a little saucier, though.”
“Oh, I’m just a part of your little fantasy, huh?” You poked his stomach and earned a laugh, Joel’s smile turning boyish. “That’s alright, because sexy single-dad who works with his hands is actually my fantasy.”
“Oh yeah?” He lifted an eyebrow and smirked down at you as you nodded, your lip bitten between your teeth. Joel gave you a shake of his head and a groan before resting his forehead on your shoulder. “You’re killin’ me with those eyes.”
Petting his head, you laughed. “I promise we’ll figure it out one of these days. But for now, you’ve got an angsty little girl upstairs who probably misses you.”
“Yeah,” he nodded and lifted his head, pecking your cheek one final time before stepping back. Tommy walked out right on time and patted his brother’s back as the two of you stood longingly staring at one another.
“Time’s up, kids.”
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Saturday had gone by quickly, the book club meeting being cancelled due to some networking event at the library, leaving you with the rare opportunity to go check out the farmers market and do some shopping. After your errands, you tucked in to get some grading and lesson planning done, and before you knew it, the day was over. The only thing that could’ve made the day better was a call from Joel, but you swallowed your neediness, knowing that days would likely come when you’d be far too busy to call, as well.
On Sunday morning, you were surprised to hear a knock on your door as you shuffled around the house tidying up. With a furrow in your brows, you grabbed your robe and tied it closed to hide the fact that you were in just an oversized t-shirt, your hair untouched from your night of sleep. Swinging the door open, your eyes went wide at the sight of Joel fully dressed and carrying a bouquet of flowers, his smile widening as he took in your slept-in state.
“Joel,” you nearly gasped before realizing you still had yet to brush your teeth.
“Hey,” he greeted, his eyes filled with the same affection as always. “Did I wake you up?”
“No, I just…I was just cleaning up,” you chuckled and gestured for him to come inside. “I’m gonna go make myself look a little bit more human real quick.”
Joel laughed and nodded, pointing towards your kitchen. “Can I get some coffee goin’?”
“Oh, yeah,” you led him into the kitchen and showed him where you kept everything before rushing off into your bedroom to try and make a miracle happen in under five minutes.
You handled your hair first, doing the quickest and easiest hairstyle you could think up before running through your skincare and brushing your teeth. Throwing on a bit of concealer and mascara, you gave yourself a once over in the mirror before settling on your appearance. You tossed on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, too lazy to put on anything more than that, and doused yourself in your perfume in hopes that it would mask the fact that you hadn’t had the chance to shower since yesterday morning.
“There she is,” Joel chimed as you walked into the kitchen, two cups of hot coffee waiting on the counter beside him. “Didn’t know how you took it, so I left it black.”
“I actually prefer it black,” you announced with a smile, delighting in the look of surprise on his face. “Creamer and sugar just makes me feel heavy and sick in the stomach.”
“Interestin’,” he lifted his cup to his lips and took a sip. “Sorry for comin’ over unannounced. I was gonna try callin’ from our landline, but I couldn’t remember your number and you ain’t in the phonebook yet.”
Well, that explains the lack of communication yesterday.
“No, I don’t mind. I mean, aside from you seeing me in my true form,” you joked as you waved him to follow you through the house. “I have an Arizona room out here where we can sit.”
“Fancy,” he teased as the two of you stepped into the half-inside, half-outside room. Joel looked around the room with an impressed frown, nodding at the decor before joining you on the vintage floral sectional you thrifted when you moved to Austin.
“Yeah, this was just a porch when I moved in, but I’m not a huge fan of bugs so I built a little enclosure for myself.” Joel turned to you with a shocked look, gesturing around at the half-walls with mesh windows.
“You did this yourself?” You nodded in confirmation and felt pride swell in your chest as he gave you an impressed look. “Might have to fire Tommy and hire you.”
“Have you always been into construction?” Joel shook his head and chuckled as he took another sip of his coffee.
“No, no, I used to—“ He paused to laugh, the sound of it pulling one from your lips as well. “I used to want to be a singer, believe it or not.”
“A singer?” Your face lit up at the new trivia, your mind immediately trying to wrap your head around the man in front of you on a stage.
“I know,” he laughed and turned bashful. “Then I realized I’d have to sing in front of people.”
“Stage fright?”
“Almost everything-fright. I’m apparently an anxious person—if you ask my therapist, at least.”
Another surprising detail.
“So sexy contractor who’s also in therapy? I won the lottery.” Joel grinned at your teasing and rolled his eyes affectionately.
“It was Sarah’s idea, believe it or not. After her mom passed, she convinced me to go to some sessions with her, and then I ended up really likin’ it, so I started going on my own.”
“Everything I learn about you just makes me like you more,” you admitted, your eyes locked on his as he turned to look over at you. “I really like you, Joel.”
“And I really like you,” he husked, his eyes falling to your lips momentarily before lifting to meet yours again. “God, I feel like a little kid again. Butterflies and all that.”
“I give you butterflies, Miller?” you asked in a teasing tone, tilting your head and smirking. Joel leaned in, his lips just brushing yours as he spoke.
“A whole damn mess of ‘em,” he mumbled against your mouth and you couldn’t suppress the soft moan that rose from your chest at the sound of him so hushed and raspy against your lips.
You threw your leg over his lap, his hands resting on your hips as you settled against him. Joel kissed you like he needed it to survive, his lips so soft and pliant against yours it felt like you were melting into him. He slid his hands up your sides so that he could hold both sides of your face, the tender action pulling a soft moan from your lips into his.
“I’m on my period,” you reminded him, but mostly yourself as you fought the urge to roll your hips against him.
“I don’t mind,” he mumbled against your lips.
“I might’ve taken you up on that offer if it wasn’t our first time together,” you replied as you broke the kiss and pulled back enough to look at him, his lips kiss-bitten and eyes lazy with lust. Your smile beamed as you reached to trace the outline of his bottom lip. “But…”
“But what, baby?” he asked, voice content and tender as he watched you climb off his lap and shimmy your way to the floor between his spread thighs. “Oh.” His smile turned mischievous for s moment before he composed himself. “You really don’t gotta—“
“Oh, I want to. Trust me.” You laughed to yourself as you thought about the amount of hours you’d spent contemplating the way he’d feel in your mouth, the way he’d taste, since you first started this whole thing. “But only if you want it, too.”
“If I want it?” he repeated your words with a chuckle as he punched your chin. “Baby girl, you’re all I can think about these days. Of course I want it. Want you.”
“Good,” you grinned and slid your hands up his thighs, relishing in the hitch of his breath brought o. by your fingertips nearing closer and closer to the slowly growing bulge in his jeans. Joel’s eyes were glued to yours as you undid his belt buckle, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. With a smirk, you popped the button of his jeans open and unzipped him, Joel lifting his hips and shucking his jeans off for you, his proud length springing out and standing at full attention. “Jesus,” you gasped as you gripped him in your hand, his girth teetering on too much. “You have a huge dick, Joel. Are you aware of that? I feel like you’ve gotta be aware of that by now.”
Joel chuckled and nodded, his smile softening into a look of relief as you pumped him in your hand.
“Fuck,” he moaned, his head tipping back. Your grip on him was firm, your wrist twisting with every stroke until a bead of his arousal formed on the tip of his cock. Unable to stop yourself, you leaned forward and licked the bitterness away, bringing his eyes back to you. “Baby,” he cooed with a pained face as you wrapped your lips around his bulbous tip.
“Taste so good,” you hummed, kissing your way down his shaft to his balls before taking one into your mouth. Joel whimpered at the sight, his hand cradling your jaw as you continued to work him up to the point of mewling desperation.
“Please, baby,” he breathed out, absolutely drunk on you. “Take me in your mouth.”
You grinned as you gripped him at the base and swirled your tongue around his tip a few times, his cock twitching in time with his moans. Spurred on by his vocal nature, you wrapped your lips around him and locked your eyes with his as you swallowed him down inch by inch until you were kissing your fist wrapped around his shaft. Joel whimpered and rolled his head back before gathering himself, clearly determined to watch the show you were putting on for him.
“So beautiful,” he praised, his voice even huskier than it normally was. You sucked him in time with your strokes, sinful slurping and gagging filling the space and no doubt traveling through the open air into your neighbors backyards but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not with the way he was whimpering and gasping for more of you. “Fuck, baby. I’m…fuck, I’m close.”
“You gonna cum in my mouth?” you purred as you took a much needed break from choking on his length, your saliva-wet fist pumping him all the while.
“Please,” he groaned, his neck straining as his hips bucked up into your fist. “Want you to swallow it all, baby girl.”
You couldn’t wait.
Bringing your mouth back to his cock, you sucked him as though your life depended on it, stroking him fast and taking him deep with ever bob of your head.
Joel looked wrecked as he finally gave in to the euphoria of it all, his cock throbbing as it spilled deep down your throat, so deep you couldn’t even taste him on your tongue.
“Fuck,” he panted, his pleasure-lazy eyes batting open to look at you still between his thighs, wiping your chin. “Jesus Christ, woman, I think you nearly killed me.”
“Would’ve been a good way to go,” you countered with a proud smirk as you got up and sat down right beside him. Joel was quick to pull you closer, his lips kissing any inch of skin he could find.
“Have you eaten?” he asked as he placed feather soft kisses to your jaw.
“Nope.”
“Well, let’s get you cleaned up and then I’ll take you out for some breakfast.” Joel stood up and tucked himself back into his jeans before holding out a hand for you to take.
“It’s closer to lunch at this point,” you corrected as you accepted his help up. Joel rolled his eyes playfully and tugged you into his side as he walked the two of you back into the house.
“Fine. Lunch, then. Doesn’t matter what we call the damn meal as long as you’re the one I’m sharin’ it with.”
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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Drawing I did for some friends, it’s their characters from ffxiv. They married in real life and they super cute!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Debating if I wanna color it but it’s chief with my OC Star, I’ve seemingly fallen down the halo rabbit hole. I thought of the idea that she gives kisses to chief on his helmet.
Thinking of making a fan fic but we shall see.
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So tumblr thought that I needed to see Joel miller and reader fan fictions……I’ve never played the game or watched the show but….somehow I’m enjoying all the fics 😳
So thank you tumblr??? I think?
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I am getting to the point in my life where I don’t wanna talk to people but I’m also at that point where I need to talk to people because I need friends to talk to because I’m losing my mind and becoming depressed in my own house. I also need a job and the entertainment industry is small and I need a friend to get in…
When your an introvert/extrovert who is having a people crisis…
Send help
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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Who on tumblr remembers the ball pit?
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duckymacaroon · 1 year
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So Halo...
So I recently watched the new Halo series on paramount, one because I had nothing else to watch and two it looked interesting. I have only watched Halo: Forward unto dawn, Halo: legends, and played Halo 5. I have mostly read the halo wiki for anything dealing with the lore. So what I know about the games is either watching the cutscenes on youtube or through media like Tumblr or even Instagram.
So I knew a little about the characters, I even fell in love with Master Chief before I knew who he really was and I loved his personality. I heard the rumors of the show from people on the internet and whatnot but I decided to give it a go. So I wanted to break down my thoughts on the show from knowing what little I know and looking at it for what the director wanted it as, its own little timeline.
Also beyond this point is spoilers, so if you have not seen the whole series STOP! You have been warned!
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So first off the plot, while the main plot or plot A was exciting to start off, much like the game it has the Spartans and UNSC fighting and following the Covenant moving through the universe. Where the plot got lost with me was when B plot, which involved Kwan and Sorren. They were both characters that really didn't hold anything to the A plot. In all honesty, it kinda baffled me that they decided to take Kwan off her planet when they had other people still living there that should have visited or even the UNSC could have visited to chat with but instead they choose to take her and then try to kill her... It never really made sense, it kinda felt like they backstepped cause they didn't want her part of the main plot but they still wanted to keep her. Also, Sorren really doesn't add a whole lot, sure it's cool to see where John's personality started to fade when he was younger, i.e. by letting him go but other than that he holds no value to the A plot story. There is a minor C plot that really just kinda happens, it's more around Kai finding out about the pellet and what she does, it impacts the story a little but there are just random things that really don't make it that relevant.
I think another thing that bugged me aside from the main plot and mini-plots battling it out was the pace, a lot of the episodes it felt like things were rushed or certain pieces were overlooked. Also, it felt like not one character got any real development either and that could have been more due to pacing, they were trying to tell so many stories at one time that instead of focusing on the main ones like Chief and Silver Team they tried to do everyone at one time. Though I also have a problem with these short series, they don't give these characters or stories time to really shine and that's a shame because I do feel like everything could have been better if they just spent a little more time pacing out the main stuff.
Also, It felt like episode 7, too many people, was like a filler episode (ex. like in bleach where there were filler arcs to help Kido caught up and they really made no impact on the story). Also that ending killed me, like it felt so anticlimactic, also why didn't Cortana call that ship earlier if she could? Like if she did that Chief would still be "alive"???? Ish? IDK what really happened there, it's left kinda open. BUT still, if she could have done that WHY didn't she do that when crap went down, and the other Spartans could have moved the artifact since none of them would be affected. Also, don't get me started on that Dyad love thing, thing, cause it was pointless and stupid, ill go more into Makee's character later but I did not think it was necessary. Also, that sex scene was the cringiest thing I have seen, it wasn't even really a sex scene, it was touching, kisses then oh magically our clothes are gone...wow. I get that people like Chief's cheeks, believe me, a good ass is nice to look at but make it have a purpose. XD I want to watch a plot...not PLOT XD
Now more about the characters, so the main protagonist is the famous Master Chief, John-117 who is the Spartan of all Spartans. We see him in action right away and he is mind-blowing, the suit, the abilities, and of course seeing the man himself in person are pretty amazing. Now I thought overall the Chief character was well portrayed, at first I was a little indifferent to him taking off his helmet then it just kept happening... I read in one of the files that Master Chief does take off his gear but only when he feels safe, now while this Chief does tend to seemingly feel safe in the facility though it does feel strange at times for him to remove it, especially in the field, like when they go looking for his old home planet like it would be better to keep it on in case something came after them and he puts it on in the next several shots. So it seems a little redundant for him to take it off so often just for him to put it back on again or even for him just to talk to someone for like five seconds and then put it back on. Now I was not a fan of that romance scene or the Dyad thing... It felt forced and it also seemed to make Chief less important, like if you removed one of them it would still work. That ending scene too seemed a little off for Cheif, or to me, it did, like he kinda gave up and just accepted his fate. Which seemed to me not in his character, like he would fight to the end to save everyone and really use Cortana as a last resort.
The other Spartans, Kai, Riz, and Vannak, don't have a ton of screen time and they are the essential replacements for the original blue team, Fred, Linda, and Kelly. I feel like they played their roles respectively but again there wasn't a lot of screen time for them. I felt bad that they got hurt in that last battle but I really didn't feel too much loss if they died. Though we did get more from Kai, who felt a bit like the Kelly character, she was closest to Chief and really wanted what was best for him even though she had more of Linda's attributes, i.e. being a sniper. I felt bad for Riz and Vannak as they were just doing what they were told and they were just confused but I hope if they make a second season we get to know them more.
Next is Dr. Halsey, who is a main character in the games and really the primary reason the Spartans exist. I really did think her character was handled well, she felt genuine at first, like most people who just want to help their country win a war but there were subtle things that made her betrayal that much more sinister and less of you wanted to cheer for her. I will admit that Halsey seemed to be the only character that stayed pretty consistent throughout the whole show, and her development was by far the best to be seen.
Miranda has the same problem most of the other characters have, little screen time to make a large impact, now she is the opposite of Halsey's character, she really does want to help the world and when she finds out the truth she wants to help the Spartans. I do like her character, I hope she gets a bigger role in the next season and a tad more development, she felt a little rushed.
Now we get to Makee, the human gone Covenant, uh...I did not like her, she felt like a bi-product of needing something human but an alien, which really I would have preferred her not to be here and just have the Covenant zealots be the bigger threat. Also, her character it seemed to make Chief's importance less impactful, to that, I also have a serious issue with their so-called powers, in the first episode she is told that he touched the artifact and things happened to him. Then in later episodes, she is affected like he is and knows whenever he touches it, which seemed so odd to add. I get that Chief was mad at everyone for hurting her but she DID kill an entire ship of innocent people, then tried to kill them again, and while her act on the holy place was admirable it was a little silly.
So the overall acting was not horrible, each character had their moments, some had them better and others fell flat. But again I attest this to pacing issues, maybe even script because in all honesty script and pacing make everything. Actors give their best with what they have.
If you stuck with me this long, bless your soul! Seriously bless you, 'cause it's not often I do these kinds of things. I didn't have the series but I didn't love it, a lot of it felt slow like you didn't have to have that conversation, and that whole episode 7 could have been used to move the Spartans along or Miranda or ANYONE else.
Again these are my thoughts and opinions, I might have missed some things in this rant but id say the series has potential, I can see why people who know nothing about the game series like it, its a reset on the characters but I can see why long time fans would have issues. Lots of changes to certain people or even the lore but I am happy that it's a separate timeline, cause it would get too confusing. (I'm a Kingdom hearts fan and I don't need any more confusing timelines XD I've got a 4th game coming hopefully that will make sense)
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