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[islandtarochips]

A Message DISASTER

Never Arjun wanted to take care of Kanoa’s teammates AGAIN. (Mostly if it’s Blast)

Captain Arjun - @welldonekhushi

Captain Kanoa Toa and Sergeant Agnes “Blast” Falagi - Me

(And had asked permission with Khushi that I can use her Arjun art for the profile.)

[saturncodedstarlette]

Y/N, texts Ghost excitedly :

Hey babe

I met a guy today

He was really handsome and I think I’m in love with him

His name is Rodger

Ghost, sighs affectionately as he replying :

Show me the cat

Y/N, mischievously snickers :

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[shadow0-1]

Daydream

[imagoddamnonionmason]

Hi dear! For the oc ask game :)

🤝 9

🌤️ 8

I took these from my most recent reblog, so I hope that I got the right one!

if not them come tackle me and I'll correct myself

Jodie/"Bell" - BOCW

8. Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

If I'm honest, she initially didn't have a physical trait that she was known for and she preferred it that way - it meant someone could recall her. It worked better that she was forgettable in her line of work. However, that changed when Arash Kadivar shot her in Turkey. There's scarring where the bullet entered through her upper left chest, just under her collar bone and slightly to the side of her shoulder joint. Is that even classed as a physical trait? I suppose it's not a natural one, but it's one she carries now.

9. What does your character smell like?

A mixture of cigarette smoke, mint and honeysuckle. I'm not entirely sure why the last two come to mind when I think about her scent, but there ya go~

~ Goose

[bl0od-bath]

Ｒｅｑｕｅｓｔ Ｒｕｌｅｓ

Welcome! I'm Chibeni, which means 'red as blood' in Japanese, I use a little term called BloodBath or BB, for heavily detailed gore or traumatic and sensitive topics, which wont be used to much but just a warning before hand!

I want everyone to acknowledge, that this is a safe space, if you are in need of venting, you may vent to me at any age, you also may request at any age. I'll always be free to listen, give advice, or answer questions, I do not want any Homophobic, Racists, RCTA, Pedophiles, Sexual harassers or Pro-shippers to interact with my page. All ages are fine, but please do follow the rules, if its says 15+, it means 15+ only! I will make stuff for the youngers though!

Anything I write that is a sensitive or an Illegal topic, do not do in real life, I write it for entertainment purposes, or plot only.

These are my request rules, things I do and allow, to what I don't and refuse to do, I may allow some things that are sensitive topics but it will not be detailed unless the warnings explicitly say 'BB' , highly sensitive topics will be classified as 15+ if not declared 'BB'.

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Character x Reader

Character x Oc

Character x Character

Oc x Oc

Adult x Adult (Fluff/Platonic-Romantic/Angst/Smut)

Adult x Child (Fluff/Platonic/Angst)

Child x Child (Fluff/Platonic/Angst)

Yandere x Victim (Fluff/Platonic-Romantic/Angst/Smut)

(If I missed anything, just send me a message!!)

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Kidnapping

Torture (BB)

R@pe (BB)

COCSA/SA (BB)

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Homosexuality

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Alternate Universes

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Scat/Piss.

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FPE (Fundamental Paper Education) ^ All

The Sandman ^ Morpheus

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Undertale/AU's ^ Ask and I'll see

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[themotherofhorses]

Okay, so lemme get this straight.

a lot of y’all within the CoD fandom are perfectly fine with Ghost being paired with a stereotypical “American” person —

— but lose your absolute marbles at me for pairing him up with a Native American woman.

Suddenly I’m:

erasing his sexuality and “canon romance” with soap.

fetishizing my own culture.

sending my own ppl back like fifty years.

Okaaayyyyy?

I’m sensing a pattern here. Some of y’all really love to abuse the fuck outta that tumblr anon button to bash OC creators for creating BIPOC!OCs and shipping them with your favorite fictional characters, especially men.

Maybe it’s rooted in your hatred for OCs, or your extreme love for certain canon x canon romances. I don’t know, but y’all gotta chill the fuck out.

I’ve witnessed this before, particularly in the MCU fandom. A hell of a lot of y’all Steve/Bucky fans seemingly burst a hemorrhoid when Black writers pair either men with a Black!reader or Black!OC.

It is true that many of us carry heavy generational trauma due to discrimination, displacement, and attempted genocide as a result of colonialism and colonization. But that does not mean we cannot find enjoyment in certain fictional characters (that also happen to be white as well).

What to take from this? Stop messaging BIPOC — ESPECIALLY INDIGENOUS WRITERS — with the mentality that we cannot enjoy current, modern fandom topics and fictional characters.

And if Ghost being in an interracial relationship with a Native woman pisses you off THAT BADLY that Andrew Jackson would be proud, the block button is right there.

Thank you :)

[jayybugg]

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Hi! I'm Jay (She/Her), I'm a 22-year-old writer from DC.

I've realized that I have not really introduced myself to you all so here I am! I'm a part of a lot of fandoms like Harry Potter, DC, Marvel, Teen Wolf, Percy Jackson, and Call of Duty.

I'm currently in college for film, I want to write scripts and direct movies. I'm a June baby and a Gemini (yes, I love astrology/zodiacs). I'm also very active in roleplaying and have a few OCs.

I'm very active on Discord, too! So never hesitate to reach out to talk to me on there. DMs on Tumblr are also good, too!

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[sofasoap]

Love at first sight - life and death - 2

Pairing: Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra x F!reader ( aka Mini MacTavish)

Summary: Life doesn't always play a fair game. Takes place after Epilogue of the main series.

Part 1 here

Warning: M Rating. inaccuracies to medical and military related. discussion of injuries. Talk of PTSD, disabilities. mention of OC children. Rudy might be slightly OOC. Turn away now if its not for you thank you.

A/N: Thanks @gamergirlbones helping me with Spanish phrases. not beta nor properly proofread. sorry.

Part of RUDY FEST fic. Thank you @glitterypirateduck the wonderful CoD fanfic and fanart curator for organising another festival :D you are awesome.

Prompt used: Surprise

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Alejandro’s hand hesitated slightly before he made up his mind and proceeded to knock on the door. Too much talk and gossip circulating around the base. He has to sort the problem now. 

“Enter.” a rough and croaky voice replied. 

Alejandro was greeted by the sight of his hermano looking dishevelled, with piles of paperwork scattered across the desk, an unopened bottle of whisky and empty glass toppled over and resting precariously on the edge of the desk. 

“Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.” Alejandro growled, pulling Rudy’s attention to him from the paper works he was concentrating on reading. 

Rudy sighed as he ran his hand down his face. Exhausting is evident with the dark circles under his eyes, the unkempt overgrown beard and bloodshot eyes. 

When was the last time his hermano had slept?

“Rudy.” Alejandro growled again as he approached the desk. “Why haven’t you been answering any of my calls or messages?” 

The image of you, lifeless eyes, pupil dilated, blood oozing out from your wound as Price frantically starting CPR, the medic shouting out “CLEAR!” Before your body twitches with the defibrillator shocking your heart back into rhythm, Ghost and Gaz try hard to restrain screaming Soap from clawing his way to his sister. 

He was paralysed by fear that day. Tears running down his face. Watching the frantic activities happening all around him. He couldn’t even remember how he got onto the helo,how he got back to the base, what Soap was saying when he clutched his shoulder and pounding his fist into his chest, shouting at him. 

Everything was a blur.

The nightmare just keeps going around and around in his mind every time he closes his eyes. As he tries to fall asleep. Inhaling the residue scent from the bedsheet of your shared bed. Looking at the trinkets you left on the bedside table. The photo of you two smiling happily at each other at the wedding reception. Everything just triggers the memory of you. 

The way his heart clenches every time the notifications come through. He doesn’t dare to look at any of them nor picking up the calls. The fear of this might be the day that he has to face the reality of losing you forever. He’s not ready for it. He will never be ready for it. 

The only way to keep himself sane? Bury himself deep in work. Avoiding the calls and messages. Keep himself awake. 

Avoiding reality all together. That will make things all better, right? So he doesn’t have to know the news of your death. About how you spend the last minute of your death. 

He was a walking corpse. The day just runs into the next one. How long has it been? He doesn’t know. 

“She’s awake.” Alejandro informed his second in command. “She’s been asking for you.”

You are awake? Rudy’s eyes finally met Alejandro’’s, slowly processing the news.

Alejandro can see the information and relief sinking in as Rudy slowly lean back into the office chair and slumping, burying his face in his hands. 

“If you have been paying attention and not avoiding everything else, you would have got the news earlier.” Alejandro replied as he took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He understands his hermano’s pain. He’s been there himself, not the easiest pit to dig yourself out from. But the disappointment and the hurt of seeing Rudy trying to avoid facing the problem and moving on and using work as an excuse to face his wife and family and friends.

“Rudy.  Enough of wallowing in self pity. Do you know what the kids were asking me the other day when I went to your mother’s house? They were asking where their mamá and papá are. What was I supposed to tell them??” Alejandro commented.  His heart pained for his niblings everytime he goes over to keep Rudy’s family updated on the situation. The children were happy to see their Tio but he was totally lost for words when they asked for their parents.

Alejandro softens as he sees how Rudy flinches at the mention of children. “Go, you need to go see her now before she comes storming back to Mexico and gives you an earful for trying to drink that bottle of vintage without her.” Alejandro said as he gave his final push for Rudy to go visit you. He wasn’t joking about how you will be unhappy with the bottle of rare vintage whisky that was given to both of you and Rudy as a wedding gift by the Taskforce. You have planned to drink it together on special occasions. 

“No opening it without me!” you warned everyone as you put it into the office safe. “If I catch any of you….” the unsaid words were enough. No one wanted to face the wraith and possible endless nagging from you. 

Rudy opens his mouth, trying to come up with an excuse, but closes it again. He knows he needs to see you. He misses you. He wants you in his arms this instant. He wants his family to be all together again.

What is he so scared of then? 

Xxxxx

“Don’t be shocked when you see her.”  Rudy frowned when Laswell gave him the cryptic warning as she picked him up from the airport. “She’s been through a lot, as you know. But her spirits are high.”

Laswell was the one who organised the medevac flight for you over the border into the USA for further complex trauma care. 

“Can’t let one of our best doctors die under our watch.” Laswell replied as the team thanked her for the assistance. “We need Lady Fortuna to keep all our soldiers alive.” 

“Then…” Rudy frowned as he queried. If you are in a stable condition, what is there to worry about?

“It’s not for me to tell.” The rest of the car trip was spent in silence.

Now, Rudy stands at the door of your private room. Finally seeing you in the flesh. There you are, sitting propped up against the pillow in the hospital bed, cuts and bruises still evident on your face, right arm in cast all the way from your shoulder to your wrist, hand all bandaged up. 

Worse for wear, but you are alive. 

Enjoying what seems to be a lively chat with Alex Keller.  Why is the ex-CIA agent even here? Isn’t he supposed to be in Urzikstan? 

A strange mix of jealousy starts to bubble up. But he knows he has absolutely no right to. Nor any reason to.

Your eyes widened with surprise and hint of fear when you spotted him standing by the door, hesitating to step in. Why the fear? 

Alex turned around as he noticed you faltering and stopped in the middle of conversation, spotting Rudy at the door. 

“I’ll give you two some time alone. I’ll drop by again tomorrow Mini. You take care.” Alex patted your hand as he stood up, ready to leave as he sensed the strange tension in the air. 

Nodding your head conveying a silent thanks, he stood up and made his way to the door. 

Alex patted Rudy's shoulder as he made his exit as he gave him a knowing look before he waved goodbye to both of you again. 

“Come in, don’t just stand over there like a stranger.” you joked as you shuffled around in your bed, carefully not to aggravate the injuries too much as you were trying to make yourself comfortable. 

That’s when he finally realised what Laswell was talking about when he spotted your missing limb. 

“Surprise aye?” You chuckled. Waving at your missing right calf and foot as Rudy made his way to sit down on the chair that was previously occupied by Alex, slightly reeling from the news. “They couldn’t save it. But at least I still got my thigh! And they managed to salvage my right arm. Despite the mess it was in.” you sighed. “ It will be a long time before my right hand will be back in action. Probably won’t be able to do anymore of the delicate operations.” you lamented. You perked up again in an overly chirpy tone. “At least the children will think their mamá is going to be some superhero with titanium leg like their Uncle Alex… “

Rudy can see it in your eyes, as you blabber on about your long term recovery and treatment plans. Despite the merriness in your voices, you are sad. You are trying your hardest to hold and hide your fear behind the wall of bubbly personality. He knows you too well. You always have to hold your head up high, putting up a strong and positive façade for the patients and everyone around you.  Because who you are. And because you have to. 

You think the world will crumble apart if you don’t. You were the pillar for the team of medical fellows you command. 

You were the pillar to the family. To him. 

“Why was Alex here?” Rudy quietly asked, silently berating himself that this was the first question and words he could ask after the reunion. 

You hummed a little bit before replying. “Believe it or not. I was part of the team that assisted with his recovery after he had his leg amputated. I might know the medical side of things, but experiencing it yourself is another.” you smooth out the blanket to cover up your legs again. “Laswell must have notified him and Farah about the news. He insisted on flying in and checking up on me, and helping me on the mental health side of things.” 

“.... to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health..” Wasn’t that the promise he vow to keep, the day he pledged himself to you, and you to him? He has failed you because he was too busy hiding away from facing his fear. He felt sick to his stomach thinking about the amount of times you have listened to his problem, his stress, saving his life  ( on more than one occasion ) but when you needed him the most? He wasn’t there for you.  Instead, someone who doesn’t have to be here, flew thousands of kilometres in to check up on you. 

“I am so sorry Cariño..” Rudy apologised as he extended his hand forward, lightly grasping your injured hand. The guilt that is sitting in his stomach like a dead weight, making him utterly sick. 

You look at your joint hands, contemplating. 

“I thought you abandoned me, Rudy.” you broke the silence after a while, avoiding his eyes. 

“Never, I will never abandon you ,Cariño..” he kneeled down on the ground in front of you, ready to apologise and begging for forgiveness. “I should have been here.. I…” he doesn’t know what else to say to make things better. 

“The panic I felt when I woke up with only Laswell and Johnny by my side. It was horrible. For a moment I thought everything was a dream, all the years we spent together were figments of imaginations.” your left hand grasps the bedsheet. Voice wavering as you kept going. “I thought you tried to avoid me because of my.. Disability.” your voice dropped down to a whisper as tears poured down from your face. Weeks of pain, both mental and physical, the loneliness finally became too much. Walls starting to crumble. “My messages and calls went unanswered. No one will tell me anything… and no one else will tell me anything.. “You started sobbing. “I missed you .. I needed you so much.. It was so hard…” 

“Remember our vow mi vida?” he asked as he looked at you, caressing your hand. You nodded as you wiped your tears, urging him to continue. “I am sorry I broke my promise, I have no excuses for it…I was a coward… I was scared .. that the next phone call or message i got, It will be them telling me you didn’t make it..” Rudy confessed, guilt ridden. 

You sighed, not knowing what to say. You can’t say you are not angry with him for his action, but part of you does understand that fear, the denial mechanism your brain gets into when bad things happen.

“Ale did give me a good lecture though. Finally snapped me out of self pitying.” he added sheepishly, “hence why I am here now…”

“That I would trust him doing it. He’s forever looking out for both of us.” you commented as you let out a little smile.Rudy’s shoulder relaxed a bit as he the corner of your lip curling up. He misses your beautiful smile. Your laughter. 

“I will always love you, no matter what. I love you for who you are, not what you are or how you are. I don’t know what I can do to make up for my stupidity but one thing for sure, Mi corazón late port…”

The exact words he said before you sank into unconsciousness. “My heart beats for you too, mo ghràdh” you whispered back. You lean forward, wincing slightly as you move your torso and injured arm. Rudy immediately stood up, moving closer to sit beside you on the bed. You carefully lean against his chest as he gently circles his arm around you, holding you in his embrace.

After weeks of Chao, waving between life and death. The two of you finally in each other's arms again. 

“You didn’t try to drink the whisky all by yourself did you?”

“Uh… No..” Alejandro must have dobbed him in. 

“Good, let’s open the bottle when we go back. What do you think?”you smiled as you gave him a kiss. 

Rudy smiled. He likes the idea. 

“No whisky for you.”

“WHY!”“ You are still recovering.”“That’s not the excuse for you to drink my portion Johnny! Captain! You are pouring too much! Gaz, that is MUG not a proper whisky drinking glass… Simon,careful with that! Rudy love, please stop them!!” 

“Sorry cariño, you invited them…”

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[islandtarochips]

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

I Got You. - OC Backstory

pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x MootOC!Rosie (platonic) words: 3.3k~ cw: canon-typical violence/talk, attempt at military accuracy, espionage, government conspiracies, paranoia, mental breakdown/issues, physical/health neglect, flashbacks.

August 6th, 2023. 2139 hours. Comrie, Scotland.

Whiskey's splayed out on the bed. She snaps a picture that catches only her tired eyes, knit eyebrows and poofy brown hair in the darkness of the room, before typing some random caption and shooting it off to Meabh.

It was typical for them to text through Snap. It was the only social app Whiskey kept after she left home 5 years ago. Her phone was void of other apps other than food delivery, youtube, her e-mail and Snapchat.

At the top of the screen, a pop-up appears, announcing the arrival of a new e-mail on her inbox. A Facebook one, from an account she long abandoned, along with her abandoning all other social medias. And yet, the name 'Holly Willi-' cut off by the character limit had her raising a brow.

Tapping at the notification, her e-mail client opened with an automated e-mail from Facebook alerting her that Holly Williams had sent her a direct message. Now that's new.

Holly Williams... That was one of dad's cousins. From Grandpa Willie's side of the family, if her memory served her. She remembers family dinners and barbecues spent together, her big Irish-American family getting together for the 4th of July, and Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

She hasn't seen her 'Aunt Holly' (even though the woman was really her first cousin once removed) since before she went to university nearly 13 years ago. What could the woman want now?

Clicking on the link, she's taken to the Facebook client page on her browser and after trying, failing, and reseting the password of her account, she clicks the DM tab and opens the message:

Hi Vicky dear, it's your auntie Holly. Hope you're doing well. I heard about your papa, my condolences. I hope it's not a bother but I reached out to your mama to talk to your daddy about some military things and she sent me your way because she said you're in the navy. I see you haven't uploaded anything in a few years so this might not even reach you but I could use your help very urgently and I'm frankly desperate. If you see this, is there anyway you could call me at this number? It's very important!!! Thanks. Aunt Holly x

Her brow scrunches. Since when does Aunt Holly need to talk about the military? Isn't she a professor? Whiskey clicks on her profile and checks her job listing. Right, she's a History professor in NYU. So what's this? Is this for some research study of hers?

But then again, she said it herself that she's desperate... And the tone of her message isn't the most uplifting one... She sounds like she's really in need of her help... And Whiskey has never been good at being heartless. Sighing and scratching her head, Whiskey sits up in bed.

She copies the number from the DM and calls it, hearing the repeated beeping of the call attempting to connect as Simon comes up the stairs and into the bedroom, sweatpants close to falling off his hip and wrapped in a warm sweater.

He raises a brow at her as she's holding the phone to her ear, signaling vaguely to indicate it's an important call, so he takes a spot beside her, with an arm around her waist.

"Holly Williams." The older woman greets on the other side, her voice professional, like she was waiting for a work call.

"Hey, Aunt Holly, it's Victoria." Whiskey murmurs, her southern accent suddenly triggering full-force, like it hasn't in over three years.

-

August 20th, 2023.

1321 hours.

Yonkers, New York.

"When you get there, please, you need to understand, she's... she's not herself."

Victoria climbed out of the Uber and popped open the trunk, pulling out her black suitcase, and thanking the driver with a nod and a wave before he drove off.

Then, she stood in front of the brownstone townhouse, eyeing it up and down, with inquisitive eyes, before taking a deep breath and climbing the front steps to the stoop.

"She hasn't been the same, not after Alex passed away."

The doorbell rings inside the house for a few moments, before the door opens and a pale face regards her from the other side, strawberry blonde curls disheveled, eyes heavy with dark circles.

"Hey, Rosie..." Victoria greets gently. The woman knew she was coming, Aunt Holly having warned her. "It's me, Victoria... Vicky, remember?" She asks in a soft tone, hoping she's not too far gone yet.

"Vicky..." Rosie says softly as she regards the slightly shorter brunette with wild, crazied eyes but eventually nods and unlocks the door all the way, letting Victoria inside.

"When you see her, please... be kind to her. She's really struggling..."

Victoria remembers the last time she saw Rosemary. Victoria had to have been 16. Rosie had just graduated from college, and it was the summer. At the time, she always dressed in bright colors, a hippy style, with Birkenstocks galore... She was very put together, healthy, pretty. They weren't the closest cousins in the world, but they spent time together during the holidays; Rosie taught Vicky how to do her hair to keep her curls healthy; they spoke about boys...

Before coming here, Victoria had even checked her cousin's Facebook page, finding an old album of photos from family gatherings that included the two of them, when they were much, much younger (and happier). It had been so long since they last saw each other... She needed a refresher on her cousin's appearance...

But now, as she's getting let into the house, she realizes Rosemary looks like shit. Somehow, worse than Victoria had expected when her mother had reached out and told her all about the state she is in. Paranoid, manic, depressive and reclusive, Aunt Holly worrying her only daughter was schizophrenic. Her hair looks greasy and matted, and she seems like she's lived in the same outfit for multiple days, maybe weeks. The house reeks. She reeks.

"Nobody can get her out of the house... And she's not taking care of herself..."

The house is dirty and messy, take out containers and paper bags of food delivery strewn about, the trashbag in the kitchen overflowing, the laundry basket in the laundry room too. Every picture frame in the house has blue, yellow, or pink post-its over it, the mirrors as well. Victoria follows her cousin across the house, each step she takes crushing some trash, or nearly tripping over a clothes pile. She's dangerously close to becoming a hoarder, it looks like...

Victoria has to force herself to take a few deep breaths through her mouth and not her nose, so that she doesn't get sick. She knows it would not be helpful in her cousin's state.

Rosie's able to push some trash off the couch to make space for the two of them to sit, though she keeps a large gap between herself and Victoria, probably ashamed of her smell, or appearance, or doubting that she can trust her...

"Every time I try to talk to her... It's like I'm talking to a crazy person... She's my daughter, I love her, but she needs help..."

"Your mom told me some of what's been going on." Victoria begins as she sets her hands on her lap and looks at Rosie with her best attempt at showing empathy and kindness.

"What'd she tell you? That I'm going crazy? I'm not, you know?" Rosie says defensively. "She thinks I'm losing it, and that I need to be committed, but I don't." She assures the brunette.

"Well, no, that's not what she said." Victoria lied. Yes, it had been 100% what Aunt Holly had said when they met up the day before, after she picked Victoria up at the airport, having bawled her eyes out behind the wheel.

"Then what did she say?" Rosie asks directly, her brows knitting together in anxious worry, her hands already trembling on her lap.

"To be honest," Victoria continues, choosing her words carefully, "I didn't understand most of it... I think it'd be best if I heard it from you. Can you tell me what's been going on?" She asked in earnest.

And tell her, Rosie did.

For the next three hours, Victoria heard her ramble and ramble, more and more and more.

About Alex, about his missions, about how Rosie always worried he'd die in the field, how they pronounced him dead in 2019 but she never got to see a body, only his dogtags, and his grave is empty... Victoria thought that was pretty normal, average even... it was the normal treatment for soldiers who died in ways that made it so their body couldn't be recovered... Like during an explosion.

But then Rosie went on and on about how she feels like she's being watched, stalked, surveilled, how she gets stopped by cops too much, and keeps seeing the same faces around the places she usually goes to like Target or Walmart, how there's a van parked outside 24/7, how she's sure that there's cameras and microphones around the house... And it was all being too much.

"She thinks she's being stalked, watched by the govenment, and like they're out to get her."

"Rosie... why would the government be doing such a thing?" Victoria asked her in earnest once she paused in her rants.

"You're not LISTENING!" Rosie complained, her body already having started to shake in distress as she retold everything to her cousin.

"No, no, I am listening. I'm just trying to understand." Victoria replied in an attempt to soothe her and gently took her hands in hers, which caused Rosie to tear up.

"It's NOT the government, it's the CIA!" The blonde shrieked and sniffled, trembling beside Victoria. "Alex was an agent... he..." She trailed off and shook her head. "Nobody tells me anything, I tried calling, nobody tells me!"

Victoria sighed and carefully scooted closer, taking a breath and daring to wrap an arm around Rosemary's form, in the gentlest of ways. "That tends to happen a lot, you know? They... well... when a soldier dies a gruesome death. They close the cases and put high clearances in place so that it doesn't shock the family." The brunette said.

"She's in complete denial, Vicky. She's living in her paranoia and delusion..."

"No!" Rosemary argued. "He's not dead, Vicky, he's not! Whatever... Whatever happened, they're covering it all up! They- he's not dead! They didn't even tell me how he died! Not even if it was heroic or anything!" She wailed as a hiccuping sob rattled her and shook her form against Victoria's side.

Victoria sighed and looked around the room. She was not equipped to deal with this. She half wished that Simon was here. He had dealt with people in altered states of mind, his brother, especially...

"You need to help me, Vicky... You're my only hope! You have to find out what happened. You know people, right? My mom said your mom said you're in the Special Forces! You know things?!" Rosie whined in a pitiful tone, her big blue eyes glued to Victoria's, and making her own hazel ones soften.

"I'll try, Rosie... But even I don't have that high of clearance..." Victoria replied in a soothing tone. "But I promise I'll try."

Victoria meant it. Her cousin might be mental and delusional, but, at least, Victoria could poke around a little bit and see if she could at least find what happened to the body...

"Where did you say he was sent to?" The soldier asked with a cocked brow, her hand gently rubbing Rosie's arm and shoulder in her best attempt at being comforting.

"In the Middle East... Urzikstan, I think..." Rosemary replied and looked up at Victoria. "You're going to look into it, right?" She pleaded.

Victoria nodded. "Of course I will." She replied and smiled at her, trying not to let the feeling of instant dread that was growing in the back of her mind from showing on her face.

Urzikstan... Price and Kyle were just there last year... Working alongside the militia there.

"Now... how about I help you give this place a tidying up... and you go take a shower, and try to relax, hm?" She offered.

Rosie's face began to flush a bit, with the sudden reminder that she had been neglecting herself and probably smelled so bad... And here was Victoria hugging her. "I probably should..." She trailed off and began pulling away from the other woman.

The brunette let her go and nodded. "Call me up when you're done, I'll help do your hair, how's that?" She offered and smiled kindly at Rosie.

Rosemary gulped and nodded. "Yeah..." She got up, beginning to shuffle out of the living room. She stopped by the door and turned back to look at her cousin. "Thank you for this... for everything..." She said gratefully.

Victoria shook her head. "Don't thank me. That's what *family*'s for, right?" She asked, though the word family, one she hadn't used in a while, left a bitter taste in her mouth. Rosie nodded and then disappeared back upstairs.

Once Victoria heard the bathroom door upstairs shutting with a loud thud, she bounced up off the couch.

Whiskey mode activated and she began looking around the room, pulling out her cellphone and turning on the flashlight to shine it off any hidden nook and cranny, like behind the TV, and inside the A/C vents.

1. 2. 3. 4. 5.

Five fucking cameras, just in the living room and entryway alone. She doesn't want to imagine how many more are hidden throughout the house.

It seems that Rosie isn't as delusional and crazy as Aunt Holly thought...

Approaching the window, Whiskey pulls the blinds aside and pears out through the gap, pushing her back against the wall, looking up and down the street. She notices the white van parked a couple hundred feet away, advertising a dry-cleaning service. She knows immediately that that's where they operate from.

She almost wants to go over, with her pistol in hand, and scare them off. But she knows better than to fuck with the Agency... And, even more so, when she's not here as Whiskey, but as Victoria. As a civilian, with no armor, just a red halter top and jeans and boots, coming to visit her cousin.

Huffing, she shakes her head and closes the blinds again. "God damn it..." She murmurs, already feeling her own paranoia rising and her hackles rising. She's going to need to pull some strings to find out what in the hell went so wrong in Urzikstan 4 years ago that now an innocent civilian is being surveilled.

With another sigh, Victoria turns and looks around the room, noticing all the trash and, with a deep breath, she sets down her belongings on the cleared couch and enters the kitchen to seek out a pair of gloves and a trash bag.

This is going to be a long fucking day.

-

August 20th, 2021.

0209 hours.

Victoria lies sprawled on the bed next to Rosie, the two girls staring at the ceiling.

It had been hours upon hours of tidying up and cleaning, but the house was finally clean, the trash taken out, and Rosemary much less disheveled.

They lay together, side by side, holding each other's hands, more for Rosie's comfort, which Victoria has acquiesced to. Victoria has a handle of bourbon in her hand which both her and Rosie occasionally take sips from.

"So you got married...?" Rosie murmurs and rolls her head toward Victoria. She's groggy, a mix of the alcohol, a full belly, a warm shower, a couple of melatonin gummies and the whiskey.

"Mhm." Victoria replies as she glances at Rosemary. "I didn't expect you to still be with dick boy." She quips.

The comment is funnier than Rosemary expected it to be, probably because of the state she's in, but she starts cackling aloud, snorting delightfully at it.

"Oh my God, I forgot he damn near showed his dick to grandma Patty while coming out of the pool." Rosie groans and shakes her head. "God, Alex was so embarrassed, he never wanted to go back!"

"That's what he was embarrassed of? Not that stupid fuckin' pube-looking mustache of his?" Victoria's comments, absolutely roasting the man, the alcohol having loosened her lips. "Did he still have that when he left for Urzikstan?"

Rosie once again has lost her mind belly laughing at the scathing comments her cousin made about Alex. Oh, how she needed the laughter.

"Noooo! It filled out. He had a nice thick mustache by then..." She replies and shakes her head, a soft smile on her lips.

"Well, at least there's that. I guess he outgrew his bad fashion choices." Victoria comments before she leans her head up to take another gulp of the bourbon on her bottle.

"Oh no he didn't!" Rosemary complains and suddenly seems to get a burst of energy, leaning forward to look at Victoria right in the eye. "He has the American flag tattooed on him!"

It's Victoria's turn to laugh, nearly choking on the drink, and causing the sweet, smooth alcohol to slide down her chin as she laughs. "Fuck off, no he doesn't?!"

"He DOES!" Rosemary insists. "And a bald eagle too!!!" She adds, which causes them both to laugh more, cackling at the ridiculousness. "I'm serious! Looked the eagle in the eyes once while he was balls deep in me.... You've ever tried getting a dick out of a dry pussy?"

This causes both girls to giggle again, nearly rolling around on the bed, tears forming in their eyes.

"God, and you married that man? He's been a fucking dork for decades now, Rosie!" Victoria complains.

"In my defense, we were drunk and in Vegas, okay?"

"YOU GOT MARRIED IN VEGAS?!"

"You know what?!" Rosie protests and points at Victoria. "We're talking too much about my marriage. What about you?" She asks in an accusatory tone.

Victoria rolls her eyes. "Don't change the subject just because you can't admit you have bad taste."

"Oh shut it!" Rosie nudges her. "You're avoiding the topic too!"

"Am not!" Victoria retorts. "I'm also married to a dork. But, unlike you, I have taste."

"How much of a dork are we talkin'?"

"Has a half-sleeve that's just straight up war motifs. Atom bombs, skulls, bullets..." She trails off. "And he wears a skull mask when he's out shooting terrorists."

"He WEARS what?"

Victoria shakes her head. "Don't make me say it again." She scrunches her nose, mock cringing.

"And you want to talk shit about me marrying Alex? You married, what, an emo?" Rosie quips as she tosses herself back on the bed, laughing again.

Victoria joins her, covering her eyes with her arm and giggling away, properly so, for the first time in three years. "God, we have bad taste, don't we?" She murmurs.

"You think it runs in the family?" Rosie asks with a playful tone and giggles again.

But this time, however, Victoria doesn't laugh. Instead, her eyes squint in suspicion and she suddenly sits up in bed, looking off into the distance.

How much of a coincidence would that be? Her husband, who is legally dead, who faked his own death and operates under an alias...

And her cousin's husband... who Lord knows what happened to him... But the CIA has their eyes on her, even though he's dead, so there's no reason to...

What if it really is a cover-up? What if he's only legally dead, just like Simon?

"What?" The blonde beside her asks in a gentle tone, eyebrows knit together. "Vicky, what's wrong?" She prompts, worried.

"...Nothing." Victoria replies as she lays down again after a long moment of silence. "Just realized I have to call Simon and ask him something..." She replies dismissively.

for @lyralein - told you she'd get more than that.

and also @crashtestbunny , @superhero-landing , and @loveandplanet bc you love Whiskey and Ghost

[hiroshotreplica]

currently working on listing my extended promo kid headcanons. here's kaori and john while i work on the others (i may be autistic and care too much)

i think im beginning to treat them like ocs at this point.. oops!

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Kaori

16 (Splatoon 1) (21 in Splatoon 3)

Female (She/Her)

Ink Color: Orange, fades to purple

Main Weapon(s): Splattershot

- Spunky and cheerful

- Can get a little petty and defensive about some topics

- Very passionate about her work! Makes her look serious sometimes

- Despite how friendly she looks, a lot of people worry about getting on her bad side

John is her brother! They fight sometimes, but are still super close. Kaori wishes he would be less cocky, though…

Laura is her BFF. They get along well and she acts like they’ve known each other for over a decade! (they have)

She knows Mizuho through John. She’s the only person that’s just as odd as her.

Kaori is Agent 3, and she takes the job super seriously. Though getting mind-controlled takes off a little of her cheerful edge, she still loves her job!

She knows both Patricia and Steven, though they tend to ignore her messages. She checks up on Patricia occasionally. She’s glad that Patricia wants to talk to her, at least.

She tried to be friends with Alice, but ended up starting a rivalry instead. She has a feeling her name isn’t Alice, though… 

Once Kaori becomes captain… her serious look ends up making her look disinterested. But she’s quite the opposite! She’s just a lot more quiet by the time Neo Agent 3 is hired. Being an adult is hard!

Though Kaori is super talkative with the other agents (especially 1 and 4!) she doesn’t talk much with the new 3. They seem to have their own problems, so she gives them space…

-

John

16 (Splatoon 1) (21 in Splatoon 3)

Male (he/him)

Ink Color: Blue, fades to darker blue

Main Weapon(s): Splattershot

- Looks cold and calculating due to his stern expression, but he’s just quiet

- Cocky and overconfident, always expects things to go his way (they don’t)

- Despite his attitude, he’s quite friendly like his sister. He has a better time making friends than one would expect

- He has a lot of empathy for others. Great at giving comfort!

- Lives by the “expect the worst, hope for the best” mentality

- Tends to change his eye color to match his current ink color

Kaori is his sister, and they tend to not agree on most things. But they still get along (as best as they can). John wishes Kaori would listen to his advice sometimes…

John is pretty close with Pit. Kaori teases the two about everything they do together. Cod forbid they like each other.

He knew Laura before Kaori did! (by 5 minutes) They get along well and are usually on the same page.

Despite Mizuho’s strange nature, he thinks she’s pretty cool.

Rui is his best friend. They’ve only known each other for a couple years, but they’re super close. John thinks Rui’s a bit too serious, though.

He started up a secret DJ career after the Squid Sisters’ final Splatfest. People tend to confuse him for an “Agent 3” for some reason…

He got a photo with the “New Squidbeak Splatoon” because of this. Weird!

[cod-dump]

So I don't have anyone to talk about my CoD OCs. I have two, Sunny a 5'5" trans man and a former Combat medic and his best friend and partner in crime Vamp a 6'3" recon specialist. Sunny got his nickname because his Unit called him their little ball of sunshine. Vamp claims he got his nickname because of his inhuman proficiency with a knife and would be covered in blood more often then not after a successful mission. in reality it's because of incident involving a late night cranberry drink run gone bad in which some new guys startled him covering him in red juice making him looking a bit monstrous. every holiday/birthday Sunny gifts him novelty juice packs that look like blood bags, because how else do you feed the vampire? a major side effect that it has started the rumor that Vamp is an actual vampire and Sunny is his handler in company's they've worked with in the past. is it that good or bad? who knows, it makes them memorable at least.

Sunny left the military due to his father getting ill and his mother needed someone to help run the florist shop and given that his sibling's jobs are "actual life long careers", according to his mom, he finishes out the end of his contract and goes home accepting his fate. However Vamp one day shows up to the shop and is like, "hey b!tch! Guess who's gone into the private sector and wants to take your ass with them?" Basically kidnaps him because Sunny deserves to do be doing something he wants to do not what his family expects of him. So they kind of bounce between company to company mostly doing temp work.

Over time they've added new skills to their resumes like Sunny gets good at undercover work using his florist background to send hidden messages. Vamp learns coding and gains a particular knack at making EMPs with limited resources.on the field Sunny is confident and can command a room and is unusually strong being able to carry people two or three times his weight off the battle field. out of the field he is a stuttering shy mess who gets embarrassed easily. even then he always makes sure to greet everyone with a smile even when he's freaking out.

Vamp on the field is cold and calculating. he moves fast and prefers close combat in the dark. off the field he's light hearted, cracking jokes, and giving shit to people he considers close especially Sunny. Vamp is also a bit of a nerd but don't call him that he takes great offense to that.

I'd like to think that Sunny's friendly demeanor and much smaller size would make him at least approachable to Moose, but I'm pretty sure Moose would also come off as intimidating to the shorter man, especially if he finds out that moose is one of the favorite children in shadow company without knowing why, if Sunny has learned anything from jumping from company to company is that you don't mess with the favorite. not that he'd want to mess with Moose he just wouldn't want to risk miscommunication, something he sadly excels at when out of the field.

I think if Moose met Vamp on the battlefield he'd stay away from the man, but if Sunny and Vamp got hired on as temp contractors to shadow company. Vamp would try and talk to him especially since he always wants to learn from any of the tech specialist's in each company they work with. Sorry this ran rather long.

- 🌻 🦇

Moose has had some bad experiences with mercenaries who are temporarily brought into Shadow Company’s ranks so he tries to keep his distance. Whether or not he comes around depends on what the other Shadows have to say about them.

Moose is normally very work oriented on the field (and usually very far away from active combat). Graves places him somewhere with a team of Shadows and Moose won’t move unless Graves tells him to. But, if possible, Graves won’t have Moose on the field at all and he would be support from a much safer and controlled location.

Off the field and not during a mission, if Vamp approaches him to ask him about tech, Moose may agree to show him some things depending on what the other Shadows have said about him. Same goes for Sunny on whether Moose approaches him or lets himself be approached.

The whole vampire rumor would definitely take off in Shadow Company considering they love shit like that, and next thing you know Vamp is being addressed as “Count Fang” in a email. Moose didn’t actually mean to send it with that name and now he’s dying because he’s embarrassed and partially terrified of what Vamp would do. All the other Shadows are laughing their asses off and Moose is just losing his mind over how he addressed the guy who is very good at stabbing.

[themotherofhorses]

Hey,

I was wondering if you were going to finish any of your aemond fics??? No rush or hate just curious :)

Hello, sweetheart! I’m so terribly sorry for being super duper late at answering this question. I’ve been completely AWOL for months; y’all deserve an explanation why.

Explanation below the cut (mentions of an ED (one word), racism, and death threats):

To answer your question — I would LOVE to finish my Aemond fanfics; however, it probably won’t happen until much later (maybe when S2 is released).

The reason? Around late 2023, I decided to take a step away from the HOTD fandom. The reasons were pretty mundane, if I’m honest:

— I became gradually disinterested in the show.

— Academics took over my priorities.

— My attention shifted to different topics; for example, the Call of Duty franchise and personal OCs of mine.

However. HOWEVER, in wake of certain (and VERY tragic) circumstances, I would also like to share my personal experiences with the racism plaguing the community.

As you all know, I’m a mixed Indigenous and Hispanic woman; this isn’t a surprise. I’m very proud of my heritage. But, around April 2023, I began receiving an incredible amount of racially-motivated hate. Over the span of months, anonymous slurs clogged up my inbox (e.g., “squaw,” “reservation indian,” “beaner,” and “mojado”) while other anons sent me a slew of death threats and other ill-mannered comments, especially involving my anorexia.

In fact—around September of 2023–I was actually told to “unalive myself” because my OC’s (Balenyra Red Rivers) main nickname (baby bal) was similar to another fandom writer’s nickname. Now, allow me to explain:

the reasoning for the nickname “baby bal” is because my Bal’s characterization included being introverted and sweet. Think of her like Fluttershy from MLP (perhaps a random comparison but it’s the truth! Ask @chainsawsangel. She’s like Bal’s other mother).

I also call my Bal “babybal cheese,” even though she’s lactose intolerant like me.

Anyways. That’s off topic. Receiving racist messages like that truly dampens a person’s mood. What is the point of writing if every time you open this app, you’re met face-to-face with such racism?

Because of such, I decided to go on a HOTD-hiatus, and focus my energy on other things.

BUT. BUUUTTTTTT:

As long as the river flows and the grass grows, I will have deep love for my fanfics, as well as all my beloved mutuals.

Truth be told, the HOTD fandom does possess an exceptional amount of talented and amazing writers, many of whom I’ve been blessed to meet. While the fandom isn’t calling my name back right now, I hope to return in the future, to finish all my work.

Ahé'hee to everyone who had supported me in this journey, in both the HOTD and CoD worlds! 🫶🏼

EDIT: I accidentally got a date wrong in the post. Fixed it. It was meant to say ”2023” — I said “2024”.

[dollygirl808]

Do I know what I'm doing? No. But I am copying other ppl on here who I like, so.

20yo, adhd bpd girly too obsessed with fictional men to interact with any irl

COD !!! All of them I need them (unhealthily)

Nav/info/Masterlist under cut

Ao3 -> Dollygirl808

I also read Undertale stuff but for the past like 6months I've been in the throws of a cod hyperfixation. Probably won't post anything about Undertale here, this is mostly a cod blog.

I write a LOT of yandere/obsessive/possesive/unhealthy behavior stuff. Most of my works will contain some amount of obsessive behavior if it's not outright yandere. I will still tag and give tw for that but you've been warned.

I also don't really write x reader, mostly just bc I can't. Nothing against ppl who can, more power to them, especially since x reader is what seems to be the most popular, and I enjoy reading it too but can't get behind writing you/your pronouns so most of my stuff will be fem oc's. I reuse names a lot, like Freya and Vera and Lexi and Mercy and Scarlett.

Unless implied otherwise, most of my characters will be chubby/thick bc I am too! Even if I never directly mention size, it's safe to assume the female main character is packing on a couple extra pounds. I'll commonly refer to characters as being thick, like having thick thighs or soft tummies or big rounded ass's. If thinks like that bother you my writing might not be for you, sorry!

Feel free to message me or send an ask or anything! I'm on my phone like 24/7 so I'll probably see it. I'm pretty comfortable with most things, but some hard limits include underage, scat/vomit, incest, hardcore non-con ect. I'll add if I need to but everything else is on the table really!

Navigation / Masterlist

Spoiled Rotten! ->Yandere!Zombie! Ghost x OC Freya x Soap (Smut, Yandere)

A Helping Paw -> Obsessive! Werewolf/Weredog 141(+extra) x Chubby! OC Freya (Fluff, Obsessive, Poly, Reverse Harem, Maybe smut)

Drabbles/Teasers

The Wolf Hunts, For She Is Starved -> Obsessive! TF141× Konig x Yandere! Werewolf! OC Freya (Yandere, Omegaverse, Werewolves, smut)

Home Sweet Home -> Ghost x OC Freya x OC Lexi x TF141 (poly, smut, thruple, sharing, pwp)

A Dead Man's Home -> Childhood best friend! Ghost x Nurse! OC Ava (Emotional, hurt/comfort, breaking and entering, injury, angst? Hint of romance?)

How I'm doing. (Not okay) (old)

Other

Sorry I've been MIA

That's the end of my very small list for now lol. When I add more, it'll be expanded and organized into individual people.

[vasyandii]

I really love ur post about cod men icks, can we get more plz 🙏

Howdy Anon! Unfortunately I won't be doing any more of the COD Men Icks since my blog is more focused on OC X Canon stuff, but thank you so much for the kind message!