#cod women...save me cod women...

[lesfagspectrier]

Lesbian icons of some of the KorTac ladies! ^_^

like or reblog if using/saving- thnx!

[pick-a-lane]

Guys I’m trying to draw a friend for her birthday and all I can see is Kate Laswell please can modern warfare not haunt me wherever I go 😭

[flowerfreya]

About Me/Masterlist :

Please include Age in bio of blog !

I have been reading fanfiction for the longest time and i thought it’s finally time for me to write some stuff lol.

I am currently obsessed with COD men , but I also like Bucky Barnes and The Witcher.

Ko-fi (commission open) ❤️❤️

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Dr. Dad

Anthology Just some post about Simon and Reader being doctors as well as parents.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Top Chef Reality TV

Simon is a videography and you are a contestant and quickly become obsessed with him.

Quick Fire : Eggs

Elimination Challenge : Ribs

Cancelled - A famous athlete didn't like what reader had to say about her wedding gown and sends all her follows to cancel the reader , but then Simon fixes it

Yes, Chef , Part 2 , Part 3- Reader works at Simons fancy and exclusive restaurant but there is a rude guest and then the reader embarrasses herself after getting saved by Simon

Hockey AU - Simon is a famous hockey player and he is in a long term secret relationship with reader

Football!Simon - Reader is a sport Journalist and Simon is an American football quarterback. Just drabbles and other thoughts.

John Price

No knock Raid - Mafia AU

John Price is the head of the mafia and you know that. You have three children together.

Part 1

Part 2

Practice (E) (daughters best friend)

Your John’s daughter’s best friend. And you’ve wanted him for a long time and tonight’s the night

Did you want a picture?

Reader is an influencer and John Price is a retired celebrity athlete with two teenage daughters that are obsessed with putting him on TikTok. Reader think John wants a picture with her , John thinks reader want a picture with him, chaos ensues.

Weaponized Incompetence (Multi Chapter)

John is not a good husband. Weaponized incompetence is his middle name and you have tried to get him to be better but it only works for two weeks until he’s right back where he started.

Kate Laswell x Reader

An Understanding

reader is bi but has never been with a women. Price knows someone that can help with that.

Poly!141

The Office (Multi Part)

Well I was watching the office and got inspired.

Ghoap x Reader

Cherry Wish (Multi Part)

Johnny and Simon are in a established ten year relationship and Reader works at a grocery store, hasnt been in a relationship in three years and can't go to sleep without Nyquil, and they want her but she likes to be alone (not really, in fact it's quite the opposite)

Drabbles

Ramblings

Ramblings

Ramblings

Rambling

Song Fics

First Thing to Go - Hayley Williams

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Hello!! I just started reading your works recently and I think it's safe to say that I have fallen in love with them <3 the way you write both the cod guys and the reader feels so real and poetic that I just, eat it up everytime. I read your Barbarian! König post and it got me thinking about something.

König and Ghost are kinda opposites when it comes to their darlings. König likes darlings fiesty and snippy but Ghost likes his darlings as more agreeable or soft but not weak, ykwim??

And it got me thinking about Barbarian! Ghost. Whereas König got his darling bc he killed her husband and she was there when it happened, I see Ghost as going to take one girl originally but then the darling steps in front of said girl and says to take her instead, saving the girl and sacrificing herself. Idk but I think he would be very attracted to that, and unlike König who gently picks you up and puts you upon his horse while you kick and bite him, Ghost grabs you and lays you stomach first against his horse harshly, keeping a sturdy hand on your back as he rides away.

Sorry if this is weird or ooc!! But it was just a thought that came to me!

Oh Barbarian!Ghost would be sooo disinterested on the outside. He only saves her ass discreetly, but saves it more than enough times to spark her curiosity.

Why does he come to her rescue and then abandons her to her own devices?

CW: Minor violence (bruises), noncon groping, fear of SA, blood, cuddling & snuggling, Ghost being a complex PTSD weirdo who has a fascination towards bones.

It’s actually she who approaches him first, not the other way around. He allows her to seek protection by staying near him and thus get the others off her back: he might even throw her a piece of roasted lamb as if she were some stray cat, lurking about his campfire. But there’s not much more than that on offer for her: only a few sideways glances that tell her he regards her mostly as a nuisance and a liability, accompanied by a few scrap bones that luckily have some meat and fat still on them.

He shows her how to snap the bigger ones in half to get to the life saving marrow, and that’s when she realizes he regards her a bit dumb, some pretty royal girl who doesn’t know how to survive without a man.

And who’s to blame for all that? Clever men who have forced her to learn poetry and songs, pluck chords and recite philosophers from memory. No one ever even taught her how to ride a horse, the only things she can do is chat about the latest political turns and whether it’s old-fashioned to style your hair Southern style.

Now she’s supposed to strike a conversation with a barbarian who dresses in furs and wool, who collects the knuckles of his fallen enemies and looks at her like she’s the uncivilized one here. He probably plays dice with those bones, and she’s never seen him force a woman under him; she’s never seen him take a woman at all.

He’s probably half dead already, some ghoul raised to ravage this earth. But everytime she gets drooled over or spat upon, groped or squeezed or slapped on the soft flesh of her butt, she makes her way to him and only him. To become one with the shadows too, or to disappear, perhaps.

He gives her his biggest, thickest pelt to wrap around her shoulders, to cover those assets that make these wartorn men so crazy. Or then he doesn’t want to find her frozen to death at dawn... Dark, vast eyes look at her in the early morning fog, up from above from the highest heights, as if asking why she overslept again.

A rabbit is thrown at her feet, but she doesn’t know what to do with it: she knows he wants her to skin it, yes, but how? Even with the knife he provides her, she can only stare at the soft creature helplessly, lick her dry, creaky lips until he sighs and comes to wrench the blade away, taking the hare before it turns too stiff.

She’s almost certain he’s not even interested in women until one day, someone goes a bit too far and grabs a handful of her to squeeze. The spitting, jerking and screaming turn into a whole fistfight until she gets drawn to her knees by her hair. He’s about to rip her scalp off, of that she is sure from how much it burns.

Tears stream down her face from pure pain alone, but this time, the bone marrow man doesn’t only save her. He walks to the scene like a shadow, yanks her gropers head back, and slits his throat right then and there. The others take a few steps back, mist rises from their gaping mouths as he lets go of the bleeding slump, looking at the pulsing, open vein as if he intends to drink from it. But it seems he only wanted to confirm that the dead stay dead because his interest in this man fades as quickly as it was aroused.

She rises to her feet, only to get swept off them as he dives for her hips and raises her to a crude carry, mainly meant for wheat sacks and sheep.

With a wide palm resting on her butt, he hauls her back to his fire, further away from the open field, and she doesn’t dare to utter a word. He doesn’t squeeze her, he doesn’t grope or slap or force her, but he does throw the fur away from her shoulders to check her body for bruises. She stays silent for the whole inspection as he moves her joints and limbs to check if anything’s broken, carefully like she indeed was only a little lamb. Brushes the pads of his fingers across the darkening spots that tell a story of violence, and it makes her shiver.

They’re just bruises, but they’re also evidence that her body is not her own anymore. Still, this clinical inspection feels far more intimate and warm than the rough hands and demanding mouths from before: it’s not just the intention behind the touch, it’s his presence.

You’ve never felt so thoroughly seen.

A low rumble rises in agreement to you taking his probing so well, and you kind of wish he would hold you tonight.

Just… Hold you.

When he withdraws, content with finding you relatively intact after the attempted assault, you grab his wrist. His head snaps back instantly, but he doesn’t pry himself away from your insolent little fingers. If anything, he’s curious.

You don’t know his words, and he doesn’t know yours, so you decide it’s best not to speak at all.

Pulling his palm back, you bring it to your hip, then further up to your waist, trying to make it clear that it’s only closeness and body warmth you seek. You leave it there, and it stays there, out of its own free will. A thumb brushes over your ribs, explorative. His eyes travel, they move down the line of your neck and try to decide what you might want from him, but then you see the fathomless depths he’s been hiding. His eyes come alive, and there’s such darkness there, an unquenchable well of want that shoots fear straight down your stomach.

You were wrong about him, so wrong…

He’s not disinterested, he’s just been holding back a tide as if it’s no big deal to fight back the very gods on his own.

His palm feels like fire, but he doesn’t move, only battles with his demons for a while. You lie there before him, feeling utterly idiotic for thinking he’s different from the rest of the men.

But then… The fur gets drawn over your half naked body. Slowly, deliberately. He’s not reverent: he only knows the consequences of his actions, and this is a path he does not wish to take.

It doesn’t prevent him from laying himself down to sleep next to you, however.

It doesn’t prevent you from slowly reaching an arm around him, the rigid form that slowly, so slowly turns lax. You risk to curl against him: not safe, only warm. A stray royal cat and a ghoul who collects bones, you think, but then the ghoul sighs and turns. You should feel rejected from the way he presents his back to you, but you suspect that it has something to do with him coming alive downstairs.

And you cling to him.

He doesn’t rip you off of him as you slip a hand under his arm and bend against him, like a river otter who just found a fat clam. His solemn breaths lull you to sleep, and he stays still for you: all night until the birds start to sing and the sun warms your face, the whole heap of you two.

Like a big pile of snow, melting on a summer’s day…

[cupcraft]

Whenever I see videos of men violently harassing women playing a video game in like cod or csgo etc and then she destroys them, what makes me sad (and this isnt a diss to the woman gaming at all) is like if youre not good at the game men will continue to harass you. Like it's so hard to be in those spaces especially if youre new or gen suck at games of that genre (like me). And then it's also discouraging bc being good doesn't save you either bc some of these women steamers get even more threats and slurs because men cant handle losing to them. I dont think people realize how misogynistic the gaming sphere still is sometimes

[iceychronicles]

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ALL PARTIES HAVE BEEN KIDNAPPED AGAINST THE ORGINIZATION CONSENTED TO BE SUBJECTS TO A "ROLEPLAY" BLOG BUILT BY ANDREA NGUYEN, CALL SIGN "ICICLE". ALL PARTIES (JOHN PRICE, SIMON RILEY, JOHN "JOHNNY" MACTAVISH AND KYLE GARRICK, OR PRICE, GHOST, SOAP AND GAZ AS THEIR CALL SIGNS) HAVE FORCED WAS WILLING TO BE PARTICIPANTS TO MISS NGUYEN'S BLOG, AND WILL CONTINUE TO DO SO FOR THE FORESEEABLE FUTURE.

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HELLO! 🩵🩵🩵

My name is Andrea, but you can go by my call sign which is Icicle, and I am the sergeant at the coveted Taskforce 141! And I can't wait to bring you all the latest gossip on what happens when we're not busy shooting off enemies and saving the world from total damnation.

So anyways, I am 29 and used to live in Seattle, Washington to Vietnamese parents (we moved since I was two.) I enrolled in the military at 18 and was given my SAS regiment, becoming the youngest to do so!

But I wanted to do more, I wanted to prove to myself that I can be much more than just a decorated soldier. That I, and many other women before me can prove that we're just as much a force to be reckoned with than our fellow men.

So imagine my surprise when I got the call, (thanks to the amazing Laswell) to have the opportunity to be sergeant of the coveted Taskforce 141. One of the best taskforce there is, led by Captain John Price and his three subordinates. Lieutenant Ghost, and the two sergeants, Sergeant Gaz and Soap. To tell you the truth I was unsure of myself, but I didn't back down, and I didn't let fear take me over.

So here I am! Eight years strong and still with my head held high. But I wanted to do something fun, a little snippet of our day to day lives when we're not killing soldiers or having to deal with government officials with their million dollar crisp suits.

So I made this! With both Kyle and Johnny's help (they were there since Tumblr was born y'know), we created iceychronicles! I'm the host of this, asking questions and showing off some of the day to day lives of what we're doing, but one of the boys might drop in and also pop a couple questions here and there!

(And to be completely honest, both John and Simon needed to let loose, y'know? Get the jitters out.)

[CONNECTION TO PRICE_TEST1 FAILED]

So yeah! I look forward to having you all my little icey friends drop in, ask some questions or overall go 'feral' (as the kids say) to our shenanigans, and I'll catch you all in another winter! 🩵☃️❄️

BYE FOR NOW!

music cozy corner

🩵 music i'm listening to:

🎵 anthems for a seventeen year-old girl

👩🏻‍🎤 yeule

[theinquisitxor]

November 2024 Reading Wrap Up

I read 8 books in November, and managed to get through most of my tbr for the month! I thought I was behind in my tbr, but realized at the end of the month that I basically hit my goals. Getting sick for a week also gave me extra reading time, although I was a little miserable. Get's get into it!

1.Child of the Prophecy (Sevenwaters 3) by Juliet Marillier, 4/5 stars. I wrapped up the original trilogy for this series, and enjoyed this installment. It had a bit of a different tone and main character than the first two books, but I enjoyed the themes and climatic ending. Adult Fantasy.

2.The Scorpio Races by Maggie Stiefvater, 5/5 stars. I completed my annual reread of one of my most beloved books. I read this on audio for the 4th year in a row. I also realized that my physical copy of this book is a 1st edition, so that is cool! Young Adult Fantasy

3.Paladin's Faith (Saint of Steel 4) by T. Kingfisher, 4/5 stars. Another enjoyable and fun fantasy romance adventure. I enjoyed the courtly intrigue, spies, and demonslaying in this book. I hope T Kingfisher continues to write in this world/series, and I felt like the ending of this opened up for more? Adult Fantasy Romance.

4. The Word for Woman is Wilderness by Abi Andrews, 4/5 stars. This was a different but enjoyable and thoughtful book. It's technically fiction, but reads like a memoir, and follows a young woman from England who travels across the arctic while making a documentary. One part nature writing, one part feminist manifesto, one part science writing, with fair bit of social commentary. Fiction. (my Random TBR Pick)

5.Medieval Women: A Social History of Women in England, 450-1500 by Henrietta Leyser. This was my nonfiction book for the month, and this explored women's lives in England and all the different roles and placements a woman could have in society. It was written in the 90s, but Leyser is a foundational scholar. (another Random TBR pick)

6.Heir to Sevenwaters (Sevenwaters 4) by Juliet Mariller, 5/5 stars. I adored this book--it contains so many tropes that I love! I know most people don't like the last three Sevenwaters books as much as the original, but I had such a good time reading this. I loved Coldagh, and her quest. One of my favorite tropes is when a character travels to an 'Otherworld' to save a loved one, as well as relying on domestic crafts as a form of magic, which this had both :)

7. Chrestomanci Volume 2: The Magicians of Caprona by Diana Wynne Jones, 3/5 stars. I liked this more than Witch Week and enjoyed the Romeo and Juliet inspiration, as well as magic cats. This held my attention better than WW, and was a fun break from the other heavier fantasy I read this month. Middle Grade Fantasy

8. Cape Cod by Henry David Thoreau. I had read sections of this book for one of my college courses, but always wanted to read the rest. So I picked it up as my last book for November. This also coincided with my 3 anniversary of visiting Cape Cod. Nature Literature.

That's it! I'm slowing getting closer to finishing Sevenwaters and Chrestomanci series-- which is my goal for the end of the year. I'd like to finish both of these series and start 2025 ready to begin new series!

December tbr:

The Virgin in the Garden (holdover from November)

Chrestomanci: Conrad's Fate & The Pinhoe Egg

Sevenwaters 5 & 6

Nonfiction

Midnight in Everwood (Random TBR pick)

[beautifulblooms]

A Love Gone in the Wind - Ghost x rejected! gn reader

evil, evil little man I am, this is just to torture a dear friend of mine, warnings for the end of the CoD: MW3 campaign, mcd, rejection, angst. @eddieverse for you bestie <3

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

It was painful for everyone to lose Johnny, the laughter and liveliness of the team died with him when Makarov put a bullet through his head. But what hurt more was when Ghost suddenly gave up, he stopped trying in everything. It was obvious the two of them were close, but it never registered to you just how close they were until the lieutenant no longer paid you attention. No more casual nods or pats to the shoulder, no more flirtatious comments thrown your way. It was depressing to watch such a strong man lose himself to grief. Knocking on his door, you tried to speak gently to not scare him off, another attempt to try and make a connection with him.

“Ghost? You alright in-” You’d barely started talking when he cut you off with a rough response, the tears evident in his voice were the most shocking aspect of it all.

“Leave me the fuck alone (y/n)!” His voice was gruff, worn from both sobbing and the screaming he did after finding out that Soap was shot clean through the skull, point blank. It was difficult to pull back from the door and resign yourself to walking back to your room in the barracks, a heavy heart sinking down further in your chest.

“Why do all the people I love die before I can save them?” The words were mumbled but still audible as you walked away from his room, and it stung, like a bullet through your own heart. This entire time he loved…Johnny? No, that couldn’t possibly be right. I mean, he flirted with you, how could he love Soap and not you?

Surely it didn’t make any sense that he felt that way with how he interacted with you and then with the sergeant. But as you kept walking, pieces started to fall together. Late nights spent between the two of them, how he’d always choose to sit next to Soap on transit to missions, the fear in his eyes whenever the sergeant was close to injury or didn’t respond to comms. And then when they dumped his ashes in the highland…you had never seen Ghost cry before, but that day, you watched him hold back a lifetime's worth of grief. His entire life shattered the moment he saw Soap dead in the tunnel, the way he shakily tried to pick him up and get him to “wake up” when he was already dead. 

You didn’t even make it to your room before your legs collapsed out from under you, tears streaking down your cheeks, a hand going to your chest where it felt like your heart was breaking into a million pieces. Agony was the only way to describe this feeling of heartbreak, realizing only after the death of a teammate that he didn’t want you to begin with…Ghost never wanted you, and now the person he wanted was scattered in the win of the Highlands.

[m-s-justice]

if I had to make one slight change to codz it would be making Maxis a woman. hear me out.

Number 1: love women. obviously. cod always needs more

Number 2: Having a woman lead 935 would have me feel like Richtofen's little side group inside of it building a fucking moon base would be... I dunno more believable? It's been awhile since I listened to the radios, but I don't remember anyone other than Richtofen having beef with Maxis. Having a separate group willing to follow a Man instead of a girlboss despite that Man saying absolutely insane shit because of early 20th century misogyny is very sadly believable.

Number 3: Maxis and Sophia doomed yuri

Number 4: sells the War is Hell. Maxis' husband and Samantha's father goes to war and dies and Maxis is a single mother working on absolutely insane weapons to end the war as fast as possible. Gives their motivations a little more depth other than "we need money and the n@zi's are shelling out"

Number 5: makes bo2 Maxis vs Richtofen a lot more... reasonable? Maxis is undeniably the more... "sane" option that anyone in that situation would side with, but playing up a benevolent matronly Mother trying to save not only her own daughter but Earth itself is a pretty good angle to work.

Number 6: Primis Richtofen mommy issues lmao. it would also make what he does to his own Maxis somehow more horrendous as he would be physically altering a woman's body without her consent, even though he did it to save her life (which is a microcosm of his behavior in general). it would be so fucked up guys please hear me out. the symbolism. the blood. the feminine experience. please listen to me.

Number 7: more women. please. let Samantha have one woman around her. please.

Number 8: support women's wrongs.

[8-rae-rae-8]

CoD x TEW AU ??

Price as Sebastian Castellanos

Gaz as Joseph Oda

Graves as Juli Kidman

Soap as Tatiana Gutierrez

Roba as Ruvik (Ruben Victoriano)

Ghost as Leslie Withers

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We're gunna get into Ghost and Roba first.

Now, picking Ghost to be Leslie is weird, right? I bet you think that's strange. But hear me out.

Leslie is tortured mentally, the game's main villain, Ruvik, is after him specifically.

Ghost has been tortured in every which way by the comic's main villain, Roba.

If you've watched gameplay, or have played TEW, then you know that Ruvik is supernatural of sorts. Fazing in and out of reality, speaking into someone's head, manipulating environment and terrain, can control hallucinations etc...

He's something unavoidable.

A little like how Roba is. There's no doubt Ghost is traumatized, he canonically is. Like Leslie, he cannot 'feel properly'.

Leslie has a multitude of disorders that causes that for him, and Ghost does too.

PTSD, Autism, Anxiety, to name a few.

Leslie is unknowingly running himself right into Ruvik's trap, having programmed the kid into going right where he wanted him because of fear.

And think. How does Roba get Ghost to win all this brawls? Fear. Fear of getting a worse punishment, fear of dying, fear of doing wrong. Roba got him to do what he wanted because of that, even if he didn't ever fully break the man.

Roba can control Ghost, like how Ruvik controls Leslie.

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Graves as Juli Kidman

As the game progresses, you learn that Juli isn't working for the police, but a company called MOBIUS. She is an undercover operative, watching Sebastian and Joseph and trying to guide them into doing what the company wanted.

Sounds familiar.

MOBIUS would be either Shepherd or Shadow Company in this case.

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Price as Sebastian Castellanos. It only makes sense.

Sebastian's daughter is dead, and his wife disappeared. He is sent into beacon mental hospital with Joseph and Juli, but they were unknowing of what she would do at that point. He is the main detective, their superior. He is an alcoholic and a smoker. (There's one scene where he almost dies and tries to go for a cigarette but his box is empty. He gets pissed) But, his coworker, Joseph, has been a rock, really.

In a few ways, I could see Gaz being Price's rock at times. Through hell or heaven, whatever he needed. He'd pick him up drunk from a bar and help him home if he needed to. There's gotta be horrors in Price's life outside of work, I'm sure of it.

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Gaz as Joseph.

Joseph is one man Sebastian undoubtedly trusts, even after filing an IA report on him for being drunk on the job. But not because he didn't work well, but because he was a danger to himself.

There's times where Gaz steadies out Price as well, like when Laswell was taken and some parts of MW19.

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Soap as Tatiana. This one was a hard pick, really. Between Gaz and Soap.

But in the end I pick Soap.

Tatiana is the women Price sees when he blacks out, or stares in a mirror (and gets teleported to a different place). She helps him with 'upgrades', some trauma, and weaponry. She helps with save slots as well. She's basically a checkpoint.

But she's also sassy and very experienced.

Like Soap. He also fucks around some and pretends to be a cunt.

That's.. that's about it- I might switch Soap and Gaz again

[ryuzakemo128]

Cod Prompt List

Credit for Dividers: @cafekitsune + @strangergraphics

This is a list of prompts for requests, if you have any, here are some prompts you are more than welcome to request.

Characters I will write for:

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Johnathon Price

John 'Soap' MacTavish

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick

König

Other (Message me if there is a specific one you want that isn't on this list.)

Genres to pick from:

Angst

Fluff

Smut

Dark Content

Unlisted option, aka if you have a specific one. Let me know.

Female Reader insert Versions to pick from

Career:

MMA fighter

Kick boxer

Gymnast

Artist

Onlyfans Creator

Porn Star

Black Ops Spy

Spec Ops Operator

Close Combat Specialist

Baker

Seamstress

Photographer

Professor

Physicist

other, aka your choice.

Hybrid Animals

Wolf

Coyote

Mountain Lion

Wolverine

Siberian Tiger

Siberian Lynx

Snowy White Owl

Black Cat

Fennec Fox

Pygmy Owl

Crow

Raven

Rook

Folklore Based:

Nogitsune

Oni

Inari - Light Kitsune, basically the opposite of the Nogitsune.

Fire Giant or Frost Giant aka Jötnar.

Siren

Harpy

Fae

Dark Fae

Demigod

Mermaid

Wyvern

Werewolf

Vampire

Succubus

Other aka unlisted

Nationality Based: (Listed by country)

France

Norway

England

Australia

America

Russia

Italy

Germany

Iceland

Austria

Greece

Other/ unlisted

Based on Code Name:

Boomer

Grim Reaper

The Iron Maiden

Gorgon

Rook

Crow

Pearl

Opal

Sapphire

Emerald

Ruby

Diamond

Whiskers

Jade

Onyx

Sentence Prompts

Like the sun's eclipse, nothing seemed to be terribly impossible or out of reach.

A rose of endless thorns amongst those who cannot hope to keep up with you.

Everything has a cure, except for death.

A lie to justify yourself into thinking you were doing the right thing.

You should have known better than to ask a question you weren't ready to hear the answer to.

What else were you supposed to do? Let him kill you?

You can't lie. You're too selfless to lie.

There is a sickness inside his soul. Just like there was a sickness inside yours.

Why would you care about his size? Sex is just that sex, kinks are just kinks, and trying to complicate the matter won't help anyone.

You don't care about the repercussions. You saved his life because you wanted to.

Don't bother. He won't notice you either way.

There is his truth, your truth and the all encompassing truth.

There is no such thing as failure.

Death and life come to us hand in hand.

No one wants a goth girl with all these blondes around.

To be a goth amongst the pastel colours.

If it bleeds. You can kill it.

Dialogue Prompts

"Push me, and you will find out the extent of my audacity."

"I would sooner die than be stuck with someone who will only 'tolerate' my existence. Move aside, or I will be forced to what I must to move you."

"You can't hope to do the things I need to do. Save your breath and go back to what you do best."

"Do not question my mental state, and I won't question yours. I will push past this with or without your approval."

"I have no intention of staying around people who don't want me."

"No means no. Not maybe, and it certainly doesn't give you permission to blackmail me with it either."

"I hope karma finds a way to fuck you over like you did to so many other women in your life."

"See? This is why I'm filing for divorce."

"You are never in the mood. Ever. It's like you would rather be a deadbeat father and a cheating whore."

"Men can and will always be called whores. Whore behaviour knows no gender."

"I bought a 30kg cheese wheel. I'm keeping it to myself. Everyone else can fuck off."

"Great job genius, you fucked it up."

"I have no intention of telling any of you anything."

"You and I are nothing alike."

Song Lyric Prompts

“Waiting for me to free him by coming home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“Opening me within a gesture” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“You were the voice calling me back home” – ‘Jimmy’ by Tool

“I'm your nightmare while you're fast asleep” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“You won’t see it coming” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“My heart is painted black, I’m never going back.” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I know that you like my style, I look like this on purpose” – ‘Bad Things’ by Summer Kennedy

“I'm carrying my heart but it's made of stone. I'm carrying my heart but my heart is made of stone.” – ‘Made of Stone’ by Matt Corby

“Run from me darlin’. Run my good wife. Run from me darlin’. You better run for your life. Run from me baby. Run my good wife.” – ‘Run from Me’ by Timber Timbre

“Its killing time” – ‘Let me live/ Let me die’ by Des Rocs

“Oh my, give me the night. Just give me the night and I’ll give you the truth” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“Are you so damn unforgettable, so damn impossible to leave?” – ‘Give me the night’ by Des Rocs

“I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice. When I'm not around. You're so fuckin' special. I wish I was special.” – ‘Creep’ by Radiohead

“Your beauty never scared me.” – ‘Mary on a cross’ by Ghost

“I hate you for what you did and I miss you like a little kid” – Motion sickness

“I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror” – Anti-Hero

[numberonecodwomenfan]

songs from my farah karim playlist that i think are so her oh my god. im going crazy. im so normal about farah karim i promise

under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LAWNG

THE LYRICS ARE LITERALLY HER!!! “i am a freedom fighter, the name that history wrote, and even through disaster eye of the tiger for hope” LIKE!! its her. i dont care that its from spiderman it slaps

mitski and farah karim go hand in hand tbh. her and wonderbread all american white boy alex keller. i feel like this one doesnt need an explanation

mitski again teehee. shes been betrayed by too many people she trusted 🫶

AGHGAHAGHGGHHGGGG i am foaming at the mouth i love this fucking song. paris paloma save me. paris paloma. save me paris paloma. anyway this one doesnt really need an explanation either but AGHGHHHHHGGGGG i love this song and i love this song with cod women. farah has been through so much and done so much in her life and i know shes so tired. she deserves the world and she deserves a break

i cant explain this i just. “know its for the better” but the thing thats for the better is hadir’s death

again paris paloma save me. this one i also cant really explain but farah is so controlled contained female rage

THE CRANE WIVES AGHAHDGAJGSJAGSHDGJAGSHD RAHHHH uhm. i think the lyric “but i keep snapping at goliaths hands with all of my tiny might” and the lyric “they will consume your sweet resistance, and theyll carry your heart in their teeth, but i am always feeding tjem the ugliest parts of me” are so her

i imagine that, due to what happened in farah’s teenage years in the prison camp (where she likely experienced some kind of s/a, or at least witnessed it happening to others) she probably has some reservations around intimacy, and i feel like this song really fits how her and alex’s relationship would be

look i know farah is most likely muslim (though, at least based on what she does in the game, she doesnt seem to follow it very strictly) but i live for christian religious imagery and this song being about eve being made from adam’s rib is mwah chefs kiss

“take your hands off your neck and hold onto the ghost of my body” hadir

[roleplayhonestybox]

A lot of my ocs are tall men, like 6"-6"6 usually. I like writing tall, strong and muscular guys - if you write similar characters you already know where this is going lol. Almost every. single. character. that I play them against has some variation of "petite/short/small/slight/etc" in their description and cap at 5"3. And like I get it, it's just a normal thing for some people to write their female ocs like 4"11-5"3 or so, it's a normal height for a lot of women, I'm literally in that range as a full grown adult too and besides, height differences are super cute/hot/whatever. But so, so many write it and reduce their character to being small. They love the idea of their small girl against a hot big guy, it's a common thing of course, and valid, it's a super cute ship. Thing is, when you get 20 likes on an ad about your big strong man, and 18 out of those 20 people bring forth extremely short/petite women, and 15 of those 18 revolve their characters around being small purely for romance/smut, it gets exhausting and you get used to knowing that the majority of people with an oc like that are stereotyping their own characters and are going to fill the rp with how oh so small and dainty their character is and how your big hunky guy needs to protect them, it gets old quick. And then there's just no variation either. I don't think I've ever actually had someone bring a female muse to me that was over 5"7 and/or muscular. Couple all of this with a setting like CoD - anything actiony and violent, a lot of people would take that setting and put their damsel in some distress, and your big hunky guy has to constantly save her. It's cute and fun and realistic sure, but cliche, and less fun when you're always doing the saving. Obviously this isn't every short female muse, and even for those that are, or the scenarios of a smaller woman being helped/whatever by a bigger man, all of them are valid. They are appealing and the ship dynamic is cute and the scenarios are fun. There's nothing wrong with any of it. It just isn't always as fun when you're playing the man and you've gone through 20 other character descriptions and scenarios that are the exact same. Sometimes I crave variation and a tall, buff hot woman to pair against my buff hot man or I'm just tired of always talking about size differences in my ships or swooping in to save the other character in cliche ways. Again, absolutely nothing wrong with it, and your muse could very well be nothing like that and need no saving - it's just that so many do and so many people will use a big hunky male oc for romance/smut wish fulfilment, it's hard to filter through those ocs to find a fleshed out one so I know I'm most likely going to be nudged into playing a rough, dominant, saviour male fulfilling all their fantasies that I lose motivation and I'm honestly just bored of it.

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[stardustsides]

What Living is For

Author’s Note: Surprise, it’s a Little Women au! I actually wrote and posted this years ago on my old blog, but I still love it a lot, so I decided to edit it and repost it here. Little Women is one of my favorite stories, and a lot of the dialogue in this fic has been taken directly from the book/movie/musical.

Summary: Patton’s health is failing, and he and Roman pass a quiet afternoon on the beach. (Little Women au, with Jo!Roman and Beth!Patton.)

Word Count: 2251

Content Warnings: Terminal illness, implied character death, discussions of death

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There was a boy in a wheelchair by the sea.

His head was tilted back, eyes closed and a small smile playing across his face, the breeze gently rolling in off the water. His toes were curled in the sand, and he had a light blue shawl wrapped around his shoulders, one that his mother had knit for him when he was just a baby. A conch shell rested in his lap, his hands carefully placed on top of it.

Roman watched him, clutching a kite with a rainbow tail close to his chest and holding a picnic basket. Patton hadn’t needed a wheelchair before he had gone to New York; yes, he was still frail and ill, but he had recovered. He would again, now, Roman was sure of it. He would. He would.

He slowly approached his brother, feet making indentations in the sand as he went.

“I brought you a kite,” he said softly, when he was merely a few feet away; he didn’t want to startle him. Patton opened his eyes and looked up, and suddenly he was smiling with a radiance as though somebody had lit a candle in his chest. Warmth, as usual, seemed to pour out of him and into Roman, filling his senses like a warm glass of milk on a cold, rainy day.

For a moment, his illness seemed to melt away, and he looked more like himself, save for the gaunt face and bags under his eyes. He looked like the lovely young man he was, no older than twenty, instead of somebody whose light was already beginning to flicker out. His wide brown eyes, partially obscured by his wire-rimmed glasses, held their usual sparkle and kindness, despite the circumstances.

“Roman,” he said, his smile widening, and as soon as he spoke something tugged at Roman’s heart. His voice, steeped in kindness and love and affection, was the equivalent of receiving a warm hug upon coming home. His voice was coming home. Roman couldn’t believe he had ever left.

“I brought you a kite,” Roman repeated, grinning and brandishing it at him. “Look at the tail—it has all the colors of the rainbow! I told the man at the shop that it should have every color for my baby brother.”

“It’s the most beautiful kite I’ve ever seen!” Patton said, running his fingers over the multicolored ribbons, in vibrant shades reds and blues and greens.

“Let’s put it together,” Roman declared, and Patton reached up his arms for Roman to help him down. He felt shaky and weak in Roman’s arms, and slumped against him once they reached the ground, a blue gingham blanket laid over the sand. Patton rested his head on Roman’s shoulder and leaned against him, huddling closer, as the sea breeze was becoming more brisk.

“Thank you for bringing me here,” Patton said quietly, his voice nearly drowned out by the sound of the waves and the wind. Roman smiled and wrapped his arm tighter around him.

“You’ve always wanted to come to Cape Cod,” Roman replied. “Is it everything you wanted?”

“And more,” Patton said earnestly. “It’s the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. I only wish you didn’t have to give up your first earnings from your writing to bring me here.”

“Oh, stop,” Roman replied, adjusting Patton’s shawl against the wind. “Anything for my baby brother.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, listening to the seagulls and the waves, the salty breeze mussing their hair.

“Tell me about New York,” Patton eventually asked softly, drawing circles in the sand. Roman chuckled.

“It’s a circus,” he replied, smiling at the horizon. “It’s never dull like it is back home, and there’s always new people to meet. And,” he paused, “there’s a large foyer in my publisher’s building, with the grandest and most beautiful piano you can imagine in it.” Patton’s face lit up.

“A piano?”

“Yes, and it has flowers carved into the wood, and it’s inlaid with gold—and I told my publisher, I told him: one day, my brother is going to sit here and play this piano, and it’ll be the most beautiful music you’ve ever heard, and everyone in New York will want to come and hear it.”

“I’d love to,” Patton smiled, resting his cheek on Roman’s shoulder.

“I’m going to take you there, one day,” Roman informed him, and Patton’s breath seemed to hitch, just for a split second, before evening out once more.

“I have something for you,” Patton told him abruptly, changing the subject and reaching behind him for the conch shell that was still resting on his wheelchair. “Here,” he said, handing it to Roman. “If you hold it up to your ear, it speaks to you!”

Obligingly, Roman held it up to his ear gently, afraid he might break it. The sound of the sea whistled in his ear, trapped inside the shell. “What does it say?”

A pause. Then:

“We grow up so fast,” Patton whispered, almost inaudibly over the roar of the tide. Roman looked at him for a moment—it shattered his heart to see his brother so melancholic due to his condition. Patton would get better; Roman clung to the belief like a child would with bedtime stories and fairy tales. Still, something raw and sharp scraped within his chest.

A moment of silence passed over them, as fluffy clouds raced across the sky.

“When you were first born,” Roman began, smiling fondly at the memory, “not even an hour old, I told Mother—“

“Patton is mine!” Patton finished for him, giggling. Roman smiled at the vision of a headstrong, bossy young boy first holding his newborn brother. Patton’s big brown eyes had fluttered open for the first time, and he cooed and smiled up at Roman. It was that instant that Roman had declared that Patton was his, his person that he would choose over anyone else in the world.

“Everybody has someone special in the world,” Roman continued, tugging the knit shawl tighter around Patton. “And I have you. My sweet Patton. Give me a task to do.”

Patton thought for a moment, staring out at the ocean, the sea spray blowing in his rosy-cheeked face and tousling his hair.

“Can you read me a story?” he asked, looking up at Roman hopefully, with those earnest eyes of his. “Like you always did when we were little?”

“Of course, Patty,” Roman smiled, turning to dig around in the picnic basket he had brought. “Lucky for you, I brought a whole selection, as I thought you might ask—which one?” He spread out the books on the blanket, and Patton peered at them all, making a goofy show of examining each one and either wrinkling his nose or nodding to himself, weighing his options. At last, he smiled faintly and leaned his head on his shoulder, looking out at the setting sun over the glimmering ocean.

“They’re all good choices,” he said, thinking. “But I think I like it better when you write them yourself. You’re a regular Shakespeare!”

“Oh, Patty, you know that I’ve given up on that, now!” Roman said, his heart squeezing. Patton adamantly shook his head.

“No,” he shot back, a joking smile playing on his face. “I am very sick, and you must do what I say.” Roman barked a laugh, and Patton giggled.

“Please?”

“Alright, alright, anything for little Mr. March,” Roman teased lightly, and Patton playfully stuck his tongue out at him. “What would you like to hear?”

Patton pondered this for a moment, his gaze finally settling on the beautiful, multicolored kite that Roman had gotten him. “Tell me a story about us,” he began. “Flying through the air, as if we’re on a kite.”

Roman smiled warmly at his younger brother’s earnestness. “Very well.” He cleared his throat. “Once upon a time, there was a bold, brave, handsome, chivalrous—“ Patton poked him, smiling. “Almost done—and all around golden boy named Roman March. And by his side, his baby brother Patton March, who, although Roman was great in all aspects, was his better half: sweet, kind, gentle, loving, and talented.” Patton beamed, and his smile seemed to light up the gathering dusk.

“They did everything together—and, one day, when Patton’s brother brought him a kite, they went to go fly it, and they were swept up into the air along with it, floating like birds!”

And so, they embarked on a great adventure, Roman’s words bringing them up, high, high, high above the sand. His inflections swooped and dipped, as if his voice itself were a bird taking flight. He described their astounding journey, how they would be mad and explore high above the rest of the world. Away from everyone and everything, in the sky. Away from Patton’s illness, away from his weakened heart. No, in the heavens there are no illnesses, only the birds who dared to fly as high as the two of them.

“We will pass the days doing only as we please,” Roman said, bringing them back down to Earth by the end of the tale, back down to the blue gingham blanket and the glittering waves crashing against the sand and the seashells that Patton had taken a fancy to, all in a pile, and the reality of their situation. “For that,” he finished, “is what living is for.”

They were both silent for a long time, staring out at the darkened ocean and the sky full of stars above them. Roman could feel Patton shivering against him, and he adjusted his shawl again. At last, Patton spoke.

“Can I tell you a secret?” He said, so softly that he was almost drowned out by the crashing waves.

“Anything.”

“I never made plans,” he began, “about what I would do when I grew up. I never had to.”

“No,” Roman corrected him. “When we were children, I was to be a famous writer, and you a famous pianist, and we would travel together, remember?” Patton laughed lightly and shook his head.

“That was when we were children...and I think you know as well as I do that I am not meant for a life onstage, in front of thousands of people. I never made plans, because I always knew that when I grew up, I would still be with Mother and Father, and I wanted to take care of them.”

“Of course,” Roman smiled. “You’re practically an angel.” Patton smiled, but it faltered again.

“Roman?”

“Yes, Patty?”

“I’m not afraid to die.” Those five words caused Roman’s heart to squeeze, for all of the air to rush out of his lungs, for him to close his eyes tightly and banish all thoughts of the unspeakable happening away. Patton couldn’t die. His baby brother couldn’t die. It was unthinkable. A world without Patton would be a world without mornings, without springtime, just dark, cold, endlessly long nights.

“Don’t—please don’t say that, Patton,” Roman managed to get out.

“Roman,” he said, smoothing Roman’s hair back gently. “I know that it will happen. And I’m not. Really. The hardest part, Roman...it’s leaving you. For I will be homesick for you, even in death.” Roman barely choked back a sob. He grabbed Patton’s hand and held it tightly, like it was a lifeline. The ocean of Patton’s illness threatened to drown them both.

“I won’t let it happen. Do you hear me, Patton? I won’t.” Patton only smiled at him, softly, sadly.

“Some things are meant to be. And I know this is bound to happen, no matter what I do.” Roman choked on his tears. Patton shakily shifted and took Roman’s face in his hands. “But. Some things will never die, like the promise of who you are. Roman, you’re so talented! You can never stop writing, because I know that you’re going to be great. And I’m—I’m so proud of you! And—the memories will never die, either. Even when I’m far, far away from here, you’ll carry me in your heart, and you in mine.”

With his thumb, Patton brushed away the tears trailing down Roman’s cheek.

“All my life,” Patton said, looking at him earnestly with those big brown eyes that had been Roman’s constant companion for all these years, “I’ve lived for loving you. Let me go now.”

And Roman wrapped him up in a hug and cried into his shoulder, and Patton hugged him back, frail and shaky, but also warm and brave and remarkably resilient. And the wind swept up into the star-speckled sky, going high, high, high up, higher than them or the Earth.

~

Roman stood in a publishing company, looking through the window at his first novel being printed and bound and brought into the world. It was real life, and it was fiction. And it was his.

It is the story of him and his brothers.

Their entire lives, from when Roman was a wild boy of sixteen, to now, as he is standing here, in this old, creaky, wooden hallway, watching his future as an author come into the world.

At last, one of the workers handed him his finished novel, with a lovely red leather cover and the title embossed in big lettering on the front with gold leaf. And he hugged the book close to his chest. This was his story. This was his book. This was his dream, coming to realization before his very eyes.

He opened the book.

On the very first page was the dedication.

For Patton.

[whatsarasaid]

9 People to Get to Know Better

Tagged by the always lovely @lordbhreanna.

1. Three ships: In general, you can just say the word 'partners' and my ears will perk up like a German shepherd who's just heard a slice of American cheese crinkle open, but here are three that my AO3 history says I've read in the past six months.

(Answers below the cut because this got long).

Jyn Erso/Cassian Andor (Star Wars): War refugees finding purpose in self-sacrifice to higher ideals. Brief comfort in each other while facing the horrors. Reading into the unsaid. This one is funny because it's had a lot of longevity for me although it's never lived in the hyperfixation category. The only time I like Star Wars is when it leaves the Jedi hocus-pocus and nostalgia references behind, which means Rogue One and Andor are my personal pinnacle of SW.

Simon "Ghost" Riley/John "Soap" MacTavish (COD): Similar to above, although the military propaganda bois here have less nobility in their cause. You know, it's that— “You want to be brothers-in-arms, to have him to yourself […] to be shipwrecked together, [to] perform valiant deeds to earn his admiration, to save him from certain death, to die for him — to die in his arms, like a Spartan, kissed once on the lips […] or just run his errands in the meanwhile. You want him to know what cannot be spoken, and to make the perfect reply, in the same language.” (Stoppard, The Invention of Love) Safe to say, my definition of romance includes camaraderie, devotion, banter, and gritted teeth. Also, the pro of one-dimensional video game characters is that fic writers can fill in the blanks with whatever they want, and this ship has some crazy-talented authors who flesh them out excessively well.

Peter Parker/Wade Wilson (Marvel Comics/Sony): This is my lazily-popping-Ritz crackers-into-my-mouth ship, although I'm very fussy with which fics I read from it. It's wild and irreverent and dysfunctional, but the heart wants what it wants, and sometimes, it wants the sassy vigilante who's experienced a lifetime of grief to get caught in tête-à-têtes with an unfiltered mercenary who can't die.

2. First ever ship: Probably Zelda/Link (Legend of Zelda). Ocarina of Time told me to go rescue the princess, and my kid-self went, "Yeah, let's go get my girl. We're in love, bb."

3. Last song: Vampire Empire by Big Thief.

4. Last film: Poor Things. A willful and visually extravagant satire that made me cry once, flinch constantly, and laugh scornfully throughout. It fearlessly addressed the many ways men attempt to control women in general and their sexuality in particular. It felt like watching a novel, which is difficult to do, and the triumphant ending was a nice reward.

5. Currently reading: The Self Under Siege by Firestone, Firestone, and Catlett and Exhalation by Ted Chiang. Both are excellent and have tight, elegant writing styles that uphold their even better— although very different—content. I picked up This is How You Lose the Time War by El-Mohtar and Gladstone from the library recently, too. Why yes, that is too many books to be reading at once, thanks for noticing.

6. Currently watching: Nothing at the moment. The last thing I watched was season two of The Bear.

7. Currently consuming: Black coffee.

8. Currently craving: BBQ pork buns and guava curd doughnuts from the long-closed Asian-Portuguese fusion bakery that used to be a couple of blocks from me. RIP RIP RIP. Craving never to be slaked.

Tagging: @her-satanic-majesty @primewritessmut @periodically-puzzled @elenafisher-wong and, of course, anyone who wants to participate and make it nine for me. Tell me what you're into these days.

[shadowscommand]

okay i did finish the campaign these are my honest thoughts:

i will put this under a readmore . to hide the spoiilerrss

ITS SO GOOD??

ITS FUN??

its not too short at all. its a cod campaign. mwii was bloated with missions that went on way too fucking long. i would maybe say theres like 2 missions that could go on longer (NOT by much). gaz and ghost's missions come to mind

i could stand to see more gaz. hello. he was so beautiful in this? also him being prices like voice of reason when he was flying off the handle was soo... so fucking cute. i love him forever.

ghost looked rly good also his eyes were soo black.

Shepherd was so good i like that they played dressup with him as well.

makarov my babygirl my angel she was so good in this. she was a little bit Le epic one liner but its fine i can ignore what was sort of cringe. overall she was just trying to pick at soap and bring him down to her level so like its fine shes fake asf anyway

nikolai super super super cute i love love love his intro. he is The cutest Guy in the World

YURI LOOKS SO GOOD ?? ohh i love him. i win always also btw hes obviously older than makarov. i want to see their drama NOW.

wtf else happened.. oh i liked laswell in this. shes grown on me. i liked milena also. im done being sexist now i love women

i liked shep and graves turning on each other i feel validated in my reading of their relationship where graves has a bit of a grudge against him bc he sees the shadows as cannon fodder.

i rly am excited for price to see consequences for shepherd dying. will he. i dont know. probably not because no one can stop him. but we shall see.

i dont get when people say the boys didnt have an emotional reaction to soap's death i think theyre pretty clearly affected by it. price blames himself, gaz feels the loss of a friend, ghost is like. hes just closed off about death hes dealt with it a lot? in og price screams and cries bc he 1 rly thought he could save soap 2 soap was all he had? everyone else had already died. he didnt have gaz. he didnt have roach or ghost. hed been stuck in a gulag. like he just.. had more going on? but newsoaps death is still Going to stick with them all. its impactful its just the end of the campaign so. we have to wait for the next game to see how theyre all handling it

Also i love everyones outfittssss. really really good game overall. its tone is between mw19 and mwii.