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I swear to god, uno is the most violent fucking game I've ever been apart of.

Like. Man. Need to have a god damn tranq dart on deck for when they start getting up.

I was playing uno earlier today. Perfectly fine. I was fine. Mostly. Sure we were yelling the most vulgar, cock hardening, a03 level smut with patron access special comics as an add on bonus insults at each other when the color was changed. But fine.

THIS MOTHERFUCKER THEN GIGGLES AND PULLS OUT THIS FUCKING MINATURE MACHETE WHEN I PUT DOWN A PLETHORA OF SKIPS AND REVERSES AND SHIT AND HOLDS THAT SHIT LIKE HE IS ABOUT TO IMPALE MY FUCKING THIGH LIKE ITS A GOD DAMN KEBAB.

The only reason bro did not in fact shank me was because I told him he's not going to like having to explain why there is a fucking stabby stick poking out of my leg like we are about to hoist the usa flag upon it like they did on the moon.

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You actually don't see the typos. Idk why you think you do :3

(I wrote this at midnight)

Weird Post Apocalyptic Story Thing

I thought about this months ago to be fr. Silly little story thing. Word count? No clue. But happy reading!

~[★]~

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Fighting, Blood, Guns, Cannibalism (Mentioned but not explicitly written out)...all that stuff-

Don't ask about the word count. I don't know.

I came up with this late at night so :3

~[★]~

God, how long had this war lasted now? 4...maybe 5...or was it 6 years? Keegan didn't know anymore. Long time. Good enough. Who was the enemy? At this point, he didn't know that either. Everyone that wasn't in his team was an enemy. That's just to put it simply. Anyone could be an enemy anymore. Elias had been dead for a long time. His son, Logan, was taken a long while back and they hadn't seen him in years now. With the ongoing war, it was hard to continue the search in all honesty. The other walker brother, David...Hesh, he was great in the field. But ever since his brothers capture, he's been quiet. A true Ghost. Floating along the fields, cold and misery being left behind as he just continued moving forward. It was about all the Walker brother could do now. The captain, Merrick, he was...almost the same. Still a captain, but there was something missing. Everyone could feel it nowadays. Always something missing.

Except they had to ignore it. Had to ignore what was making everyone keep each other at arms length, had to ignore the missing pieces, everything had to be ignored to secure and end this war. But still, even more than just their team felt off...the world itself felt off.

Other footsteps filled the rest of the silence around him, the squad he had been given following him towards the targets. The whole team was in silence, moving more like machines than people. That's what this dreadful war had done to people, reduced even the most confident people in the military to simple pieces of hardware ready to be used for whatever program was next. Keegan didn't dwell on it anymore. It used to be just something to occupy his mind when the rooms began to get too quiet. When the laughter and whispers would die down into silence that made the room seem more like a cemetery than a lounge. In a way it was. It was for him to allow his eyes to dance around the room, pointing out which sun set first after each mission. In all honesty, it was a great place for his mind to wander considering he didn't have much else to wander on anymore. Maybe the flowers or the skies before blood painted both, but watching the soldier's morale break down was honestly good too. Until even that grew grey and Keegan's own sun began to set. Now even his mind was honed in on just the next target.

~[★]~

Keegan's feet drummed against the terrain as he made his way towards where a supposed enemy camp was located. He honestly hated that word nowadays...enemy. Target is a better word. Always will be the better word. Target down as compared to enemy down. Targets sighted as compared to enemies sighted. Got eyes on the target. It simply was the better word. Didn't make him feel so emotionally attached to the person he was meant to put in the ground, like they actually meant something in his life. Calling them target reduced them to just that, a target. A mere sheet he was meant to get the highest number on.

Keegan sunk to the ground, giving a flick of the wrist for everyone else to follow in suite. Which, of course, they did. Nothing more than mechanical limbs broken down to follow orders. His eyes scanned the bunker buried in the Earth's crust, his eyes raising in slight interest. There were no guards positioned outside...odd. For a target, this was already a pretty dead spot and they had barely come within 20 feet of the location. Keegan's brows met together as he felt the air shift around him. No guards. No soun-...hold on-

As the hair on his neck began to rise in time with the goosebumps on his arms, a form slammed into his back. He grunted loudly, immediately beginning to thrash and wrestle with his assailant. He heard many far off cries from all around him, but his focus was on whatever was attacking him. Loud snapping echoed in his ears as the being consistently lunged at him. Keegan's voice was reduced to mere sounds of struggle as he tumbled with the other. Sharp nails found his jacket sleeve, digging in and tearing it to shreds. The nails pierced his skin as they tore and he let out a strangled cry as fresh scarlet poured from the punctures. The person made a loud sound in delight, momentarily focusing on the wounds it had marked into Keegan's arm. Keegan didn't hesitate to press his advantage, his fingers immediately curling around his blade. He plunged it into their throat repetitively. He twisted and tore at the flesh, thrusting the blade further until they crumbled and fell limp atop him. Keegan launched them off of him, pushing himself up and back onto his feet.

His eyes blew wide as he witnessed the ambush on his squad, many of the members in a tustle similar to the one he finally got out of. Keegan went to push forward, in an attempt to help the soldier closest to him when a bang echoed in his ears. His mind was sent reeling as white hot pain burned through his shoulder. Eyes were quick to hone in on the leaking hole on his arm as he crashed onto one knee, hand immediately clutching the wound. Crimson already had begun spreading through the fabric like an infection. He bit his bottom lip, trying to desperately mask the yells bubbling in his throat.

Keegan gasped out a breathless "fall back" before he was dragging himself back into the woods in a sprint.

~[★]~

Keegan's arm was searing in molten screams, but he pushed forward, hoping to reach the extraction point. His mind had glazed over into a mere fog, had been that way since he tripped on a root. Left was right and right was left and god, it was not helping. Blood had gushed down his arm, coating his skin in the sticky substance and being generally uncomfortable. His breaths had become nothing more than soft, desperate wisps as he forced himself towards the forests end.

His body broke through the treeline into a cracked and broken street. Houses caved in and scorched with black streaks, creating a beautiful but dangerous pattern on the ruined architecture. Street lamps that used to be a beacon of light when the moon couldn't had been shattered and thrown to the ground like toys. Cracks had wormed their way through the once smooth asphalt that made up the street, driving up the sidewalks and breaking the lighter grey into a surface looking irritating to attempt a walk upon. Keegan huffed out small puffs of air as he took in the destroyed remains of what might have been a beautiful neighborhood. The stars winked down at him, taunting him of the scenery he found himself in. Something once so beautiful and strong, giving a sense of safety and belonging to so many, now destroyed by the war rampaging through each and every country.

Just like me...

Keegan fought with himself when his body began to sway. Adrenaline wearing down as he stood in the middle of the barren street and every process he had been ignoring him catching up with him. His lack of blood was the first thing that his body made sure to let him be aware of as he swayed on his feet. His vision moved gracefully, but without himself, giving him an even more dizzying feeling than he was originally dealing with. Disks of darkness swam in his sight as he forced himself to press forward, even with the sway of his feet. His hand instinctually raised to his radio, pressing on the button with a weak grip.

"This is..Ghost...Ghost 2-6, lost a lotta blood, require...send...-" Keegan placed his other hand on his temple, desperately trying to keep uo mentally and physically- "help...fuck.."

The static that followed afterward only filled him with dread. He sucked in a breath, using every bit of energy to keep pushing along as he made another attempt at communication.

"Russ to command...'m in a town...houses..ruined...shot in the...shoulder...lost..lost good amount of blood," he took a moment to pant before continuing, "need help...anyone copy?"

White noise only played from the radio and Keegan had half a mind to break it.

"A-anyone there," he whispered in a final pitiful act to call for help.

Once the static rang out again, Keegan pried his fingers away from the radio, knowing damn well that if he heard static again then he would break his radio. Maybe. It was a thought.

Keegan's head swiveled around the torn down neighborhood until he looked up at the darkened sea above him. His eyes studied the stars before survival kicked into his brain. Shelter, echoed within his mind as his body took on its own mind and began dragging him towards a small, white house before his mind could even fully catch up. The house itself was the only one on the block that actually looked to still be somewhat mostly standing.

His boots creaked against the wooden porch as he pulled himself up ever so slowly. Waves of dizziness and nausea wracked through his skull as he turned the handle, slowly pushing the door open and stumbling inside the house. He shut the door with a soft click before he turned around and his dazed eyes widened slightly with the sight before him.

The last thing Keegan saw was a young person sitting besides a fire wearing the same shocked expression as him (albeit healthier) before he collapsed to the floor and fell unconscious the moment his head made impact with the carpet.

~[★]~

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Hello! Hello!

Name's Newtie! ...or Newt...Anything Newt related.

I use they/them pronouns!

I am a writer as well as an artist (suffering creatively ×2)

I'm just a silly little guy who speaks english and some Portuguese that randomly shares things I've decided to make.

Enjoy your stay :3

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Weird Post Apocalyptic Story Thing

I thought about this months ago to be fr. Silly little story thing. Word count? No clue. But happy reading!

~[★]~

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Fighting, Blood, Guns, Cannibalism (Mentioned but not explicitly written out)...all that stuff-

Don't ask about the word count. I don't know.

I came up with this late at night so :3

~[★]~

God, how long had this war lasted now? 4...maybe 5...or was it 6 years? Keegan didn't know anymore. Long time. Good enough. Who was the enemy? At this point, he didn't know that either. Everyone that wasn't in his team was an enemy. That's just to put it simply. Anyone could be an enemy anymore. Elias had been dead for a long time. His son, Logan, was taken a long while back and they hadn't seen him in years now. With the ongoing war, it was hard to continue the search in all honesty. The other walker brother, David...Hesh, he was great in the field. But ever since his brothers capture, he's been quiet. A true Ghost. Floating along the fields, cold and misery being left behind as he just continued moving forward. It was about all the Walker brother could do now. The captain, Merrick, he was...almost the same. Still a captain, but there was something missing. Everyone could feel it nowadays. Always something missing.

Except they had to ignore it. Had to ignore what was making everyone keep each other at arms length, had to ignore the missing pieces, everything had to be ignored to secure and end this war. But still, even more than just their team felt off...the world itself felt off.

~[★]~

Keegan's feet drummed against the terrain as he made his way towards where a supposed enemy camp was located. He honestly hated that word nowadays...enemy. Target is a better word. Always will be the better word. Target down as compared to enemy down. Targets sighted as compared to enemies sighted. Got eyes on the target. It simply was the better word. Didn't make him feel so emotionally attached to the person he was meant to put in the ground, like they actually meant something in his life. Calling them target reduced them to just that, a target. A mere sheet he was meant to get the highest number on.

Other footsteps filled the rest of the silence around him, the squad he had been given following him towards the targets. The whole team was in silence, moving more like machines than people. That's what this dreadful war had done to people, reduced even the most confident people in the military to simple pieces of hardware ready to be used for whatever program was next. Keegan didn't dwell on it anymore. It used to be just something to occupy his mind when the rooms began to get too quiet. When the laughter and whispers would die down into silence that made the room seem more like a cemetery than a lounge. In a way it was. It was for him to allow his eyes to dance around the room, pointing out which sun set first after each mission. In all honesty, it was a great place for his mind to wander considering he didn't have much else to wander on anymore. Maybe the flowers or the skies before blood painted both, but watching the soldier's morale break down was honestly good too. Until even that grew grey and Keegan's own sun began to set. Now even his mind was honed in on just the next target.

Keegan sunk to the ground, giving a flick of the wrist for everyone else to follow in suite. Which, of course, they did. Nothing more than mechanical limbs broken down to follow orders. His eyes scanned the bunker buried in the Earth's crust, his eyes raising in slight interest. There were no guards positioned outside...odd. For a target, this was already a pretty dead spot and they had barely come within 20 feet of the location. Keegan's brows met together as he felt the air shift around him. No guards. No soun-...hold on-

As the hair on his neck began to rise in time with the goosebumps on his arms, a form slammed into his back. He grunted loudly, immediately beginning to thrash and wrestle with his assailant. He heard many far off cries from all around him, but his focus was on whatever was attacking him. Loud snapping echoed in his ears as the being consistently lunged at him. Keegan's voice was reduced to mere sounds of struggle as he tumbled with the other. Sharp nails found his jacket sleeve, digging in and tearing it to shreds. The nails pierced his skin as they tore and he let out a strangled cry as fresh scarlet poured from the punctures. The person made a loud sound in delight, momentarily focusing on the wounds it had marked into Keegan's arm. Keegan didn't hesitate to press his advantage, his fingers immediately curling around his blade. He plunged it into their throat repetitively. He twisted and tore at the flesh, thrusting the blade further until they crumbled and fell limp atop him. Keegan launched them off of him, pushing himself up and back onto his feet.

His eyes blew wide as he witnessed the ambush on his squad, many of the members in a tustle similar to the one he finally got out of. Keegan went to push forward, in an attempt to help the soldier closest to him when a bang echoed in his ears. His mind was sent reeling as white hot pain burned through his shoulder. Eyes were quick to hone in on the leaking hole on his arm as he crashed onto one knee, hand immediately clutching the wound. Crimson already had begun spreading through the fabric like an infection. He bit his bottom lip, trying to desperately mask the yells bubbling in his throat.

Keegan gasped out a breathless "fall back" before he was dragging himself back into the woods in a sprint.

~[★]~

Keegan's arm was searing in molten screams, but he pushed forward, hoping to reach the extraction point. His mind had glazed over into a mere fog, had been that way since he tripped on a root. Left was right and right was left and god, it was not helping. Blood had gushed down his arm, coating his skin in the sticky substance and being generally uncomfortable. His breaths had become nothing more than soft, desperate wisps as he forced himself towards the forests end.

His body broke through the treeline into a cracked and broken street. Houses caved in and scorched with black streaks, creating a beautiful but dangerous pattern on the ruined architecture. Street lamps that used to be a beacon of light when the moon couldn't had been shattered and thrown to the ground like toys. Cracks had wormed their way through the once smooth asphalt that made up the street, driving up the sidewalks and breaking the lighter grey into a surface looking irritating to attempt a walk upon. Keegan huffed out small puffs of air as he took in the destroyed remains of what might have been a beautiful neighborhood. The stars winked down at him, taunting him of the scenery he found himself in. Something once so beautiful and strong, giving a sense of safety and belonging to so many, now destroyed by the war rampaging through each and every country.

Just like me...

Keegan fought with himself when his body began to sway. Adrenaline wearing down as he stood in the middle of the barren street and every process he had been ignoring him catching up with him. His lack of blood was the first thing that his body made sure to let him be aware of as he swayed on his feet. His vision moved gracefully, but without himself, giving him an even more dizzying feeling than he was originally dealing with. Disks of darkness swam in his sight as he forced himself to press forward, even with the sway of his feet. His hand instinctually raised to his radio, pressing on the button with a weak grip.

"This is..Ghost...Ghost 2-6, lost a lotta blood, require...send...-" Keegan placed his other hand on his temple, desperately trying to keep uo mentally and physically- "help...fuck.."

The static that followed afterward only filled him with dread. He sucked in a breath, using every bit of energy to keep pushing along as he made another attempt at communication.

"Russ to command...'m in a town...houses..ruined...shot in the...shoulder...lost..lost good amount of blood," he took a moment to pant before continuing, "need help...anyone copy?"

White noise only played from the radio and Keegan had half a mind to break it.

"A-anyone there," he whispered in a final pitiful act to call for help.

Once the static rang out again, Keegan pried his fingers away from the radio, knowing damn well that if he heard static again then he would break his radio. Maybe. It was a thought.

Keegan's head swiveled around the torn down neighborhood until he looked up at the darkened sea above him. His eyes studied the stars before survival kicked into his brain. Shelter, echoed within his mind as his body took on its own mind and began dragging him towards a small, white house before his mind could even fully catch up. The house itself was the only one on the block that actually looked to still be somewhat mostly standing.

His boots creaked against the wooden porch as he pulled himself up ever so slowly. Waves of dizziness and nausea wracked through his skull as he turned the handle, slowly pushing the door open and stumbling inside the house. He shut the door with a soft click before he turned around and his dazed eyes widened slightly with the sight before him.

The last thing Keegan saw was a young person sitting besides a fire wearing the same shocked expression as him (albeit healthier) before he collapsed to the floor and fell unconscious the moment his head made impact with the carpet.

~[★]~

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I always hate logging into anything because then it's time to play "which email did I use again..."

Followed by the sequel "which password is attached to THIS account.."

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Artttt dumppp :3

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Winged COD au anyone?

Ive put some thought into this BTW.

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Now. There is none of that whole "omg you have the rare unicorn princess alpha pegasus wolf Guardian ruler gold wings 😱😱😱"

You can see pink wings, but those are colored by wing chalk. Think of the chalk like hair dye.

To go further into depth, brightly colored wings will look out of place in places like Russia, but be more natural in places like Brazil. It's a matter of environment and genetics that tell what your wing pattern would be.

It is a possibility to have two wing patterns mixed together. Snowy owl and Scarlet Macaw for example. This is possible because travel is more common since everyone has wings, so say someone from up North with the snowy owl pattern fell in love with someone down south with the scarlet macaw pattern. While it isn't common for the wing patterns to mix if the two were to have a child, it's a possibility. It's more common if they had twins. Pattern mixes are about as rare as twins, but you don't need twins for it to occur, it's just less common in people that aren't twins. If that makes any sense.

Now, wings aren't like genuine bird types, yknow? The patterns are just classified as such. But like you could have parrot wings with the pattern of an owl if you get what I'm saying. Wings are more so classified by the pattern and fit into different styles/classes.

Now to move onto the cod characters themselves. (More importantly 141, but shhhh...)

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Ghost

• Wing Pattern: Bluebird

Now, usually, I've seen him made out with black wings or wings that match his tough demeanor. Something along those lines.

HOWEVER. In a stroke of genius, I decided for him to have blue wings, more specifically that of a bluebird. However 2.0, he's embarrassed of his blue wings, thinking it takes away from his y'know 'big scary lieutenant' status since most soldiers have 'natural' feather colors so he uses wing chalk to color them black. Gives it more character than just giving him black wings-

He hates going on water missions because he hates the feeling of the waterproof chalk.

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Soap

• Wing Pattern: Cardinal

It made sense. Also, it's a plot point in a way. Soap isn't embarrassed of the red, has never ever chalked his wings. So when he joins 141, him showing off his red wings just sorta helps Ghost realize his blue wings aren't anything to be ashamed of.

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Price

• Wing Pattern: Eurasian Eagle Owl

I can just see it.

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Gaz

• Wing Pattern: Falcon

I can see it, but I can't explain myself.

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Laswell

• Wing Pattern: Sparrow

Refer to Price and Gaz for reasoning. I have quite a few of these in all honesty-

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Valeria

• Wing Pattern: Quetzal

I had a debate with myself over macaw wings or quetzal for our lord and drug lady, Valeria. However, in the end, quetzal won and I could see her with the quetzal wings more than macaw.

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Graves

• Wing Pattern: Eagle.

AMERICAAAA RAHHHHHH. GUNSSSS. TANKSSSSS. FREEEDDDOOOOMMMM. HAMBURGERRRRRR. USA. USA. USA. USA. USA.

And now back to your regularly scheduled program.

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Shepherd

No wings.

Just like how he has no hair, common sense, or dignity. He also has no wings because he's just so cutie patootie (I'm lying to you.)

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Rudy and Alejandro

• Wing Patterns:

Rudy - Hyacinth Macaw

Alejandro - Scarlet Macaw

I genuinely put these two in the same category section thing so I can tell you they are macaw buddies. That is all.

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Farah

• Wing Pattern: House Wren

This is another one of those it just makes sense to me typa things.

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HASSAN & AQ

The only reason they are even here is so I can explain my thought process on such a force. This randomly came to me as I pondered the desolate streets of my quiet town in a lovely thought as I sang along to the ghost artist, Bruno Mars.

I had the brilliant thought bubble of what if this infinite supply of enemy troopers were so incompetent where in order to show you are apart of AQ, you had to have one of your wings cut clean off.

And therefore, that is now canon in my winged cod au.

AQ are so out of their minds that in order to show you are apart of said force, you must give up an entire wing.

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I gift thee, ✨winged cod au✨

(Btw, the aus name is Feathertips)

I will speak more on this if it is wanted fr fr

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More art fr 😊

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didn't die so that's a plus

"I am a scientist"

I say as I pull a plant from the ground only to find out its sap is actually toxic

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Same kid told this other guy that he was gonna choke him with his dick and I asked him if it would even reach the throat

Lobby screamed

I just told a kid in cod that he was boutta hit everyone with that 107.7 hot fm because his mic was shit and the lobby went wild

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I just told a kid in cod that he was boutta hit everyone with that 107.7 hot fm because his mic was shit and the lobby went wild

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Some of my Ghost bots c:

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THEN // if (then) FINAL PART

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I needed to sneeze and I started breaking it down

Don't I mean breaking down?

No. I mean breaking it down breakdances gently

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"I am a scientist"

I say as I pull a plant from the ground only to find out its sap is actually toxic

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Man I be spitting facts like they're bars

Newts come in over 100 different species

People have their eyes open when they see me

I don't tell no lies

I aint about that life

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You ever just act like what someone said was fine and you were unbothered then go on thinking bout it later like "yo...that was kinda fucked up..."