#xoxunhinged

[teddiesworldd]

here are some wonderfully talented call of duty creators you should check out in my absence! i'll probably continually add to this list so feel free to keep checking for updates

˚✧. writers ˚✧.

@dante-mightdie, @simonzmama, @tacticalprincess, @lovelyghst, @cntloup, @bi-writes, @rowarn, @konigsblog, @stargirlrchive, @miserycanary, @shotmrmiller, @simonrillleyyysss, @ghouljams, @vanillaberrychills, @closets-closet, @thexsilentxwordsmith, @obsessedduh, @euno11a, @victoryverse, @kechiwrites, @callsign-datura, @mrsariariley, @circlebuttons, @qtboni, @violetsareblue24, @warenai, @jackactuallywrites, @merakidoll, @chocolate-pies, @hischokehold, @scribbledghost, @pearlofthesirens, @feralforfrank, @suguann, @notjoelmiller, @boowritess, @nova-amor, @gaysindistress, @deadbranch, @xoxunhinged, @whateveriwant, @lovifie, @mactavishsgfandwife, @writingsonsaturn, @sinkovia, @iliektehhaxs, @glossysoap, @carmischa, @crashtestbunny, @fivechapters, @ellaa-writes, @cordeliawhohung, @i-am-hungry-24-7, @eskeptical, @captainfern, @incorrectcodquotes, @sunsetsimon, @landojpg04, @numberonecodwomenfan, @dashofghost, @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries, @midnightarcheress, @ultravioletrayz, @suimon, @dammn-dean, @iite-cool, @simon-sehs, @indecisivekitty

˚✧. artists ˚✧.

@wombywoo, @ave661, @lettaniko, @elysianvrt, @spiltspit, @valiants, @yooo-lets-go, @bluegiragi, @mindie-arts, @ramvur, @antomatkoen, @cobaltbeam, @al4thea, @tobascoart, @milomossy, @rusticfurnace, @lolsivol, @shkretart, @orbuz228, @lights-on-the-ridge, @lyralein, @eldritchdilf, @eracrow, @tapemouth, @helcef, @gurlidk-slay1, @oceantornadoo, @temeyes, @nachtart, @fludderpy, @eyesofsix, @skvaderpie, @hopefulonion, @stinglesswasp, @mibgl, @gold0kapi, @lilacakey, @mewmosh, @mibgl, @g8se

[cutiecusp]

I mean, its gotta be on Tumblr somewhere, right @xoxunhinged?

[dustycrusty09]

More Nikto doodle, requested by @xoxunhinged

[blacktacmopsi]

Hanging Fire: Part 1.

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| Hesh X Female! Reader X Keegan | Smut (MDNI) | CW: Oral Sex, DP, General Smut |

The first installment of what is turning out to be a rather long fic about being stuck in a Federation outpost waiting to get extracted. This first part doesn't contain smut, but it's definitely leading up to it. Overall, this work is porn with little plot.

Note: I did not proof read this & sorry this one is kind of long that I had to break it into pieces.

Shout out to the lovely @xoxunhinged for helping me with some ideas on how to transition from stuck to smut. Luv ya!

Hanging Fire: Part 2 >

Another night with the soft pitter-patter of rain hitting the broken windowpane. Another night of uncomfortable humidity drenching your skin in slick sweat. Another night, stuck in the abandoned outpost amid the Amazon’s verdant embrace, in the center of Federation territory. The mission with you, Hesh, and Keegan was successful...except for one tiny factor. You three were being hunted down. The Federation didn't take too kindly to you bunch sabotaging another LOKI facility, setting back their chance of creating their own orbital defense system from the salvaged parts of ODIN. Scrambling forces, they were hot on your escape which had delayed extraction by a few days, forcing you three to lay low until the heat died down.

"Man, we really kicked the hive on this one," Hesh sighed as he stood with his rifle looking out the broken, rain spattered, window into the blackness of the Amazon that surrounded them. You sat on a rickety cot across the small room while Keegan leaned against an old desk with broken radio coms. This was definitely a communication outpost for the Federation that looked forgotten in time. It was dank, dark, dingy, and dirty.

"Any word from Kick on extraction?" You ask as you lean back, rolling your shoulders to try and ease the tension.

"Merrick and the rest are waiting for a good window to open up. They're hoping for the next day or so," Keegan speaks flatly, almost like he's experienced this kind of thing too many times to count or care.

You had been with the Ghosts for a while now and had a great working relationship with the guys. However, there was something about the relationship you had with Hesh and Keegan that was different from the others. There was a flirtation in their behavior with you that wasn't unwelcome. You did like both men quite a lot and did find them to be rather easy on the eyes- Hesh with his broad and fit frame & Keegan with those penetrating blue eyes and arousing voice. In fact, that was the silver lining to this entire shit situation. At least you were stuck with them in this tiny outpost. It could have been way worse.

But still, the tension showed. Even being stuck with these two men couldn’t fully expunge the sheer risk and danger that mounted with every passing second you were not extracted safely. It was the unspoken specter that loomed over you three. Sure, you were all safe, for now… but how long would that last?

"I think we'll be clear for another night. It’s looking quiet out there," Hesh speaks lowly. He lowers his rifle and walks over to where you and Keegan are, sitting on the dirt dusted floor.

“Another night of waiting it out,” Keegan speaks as he stretches, drawing himself to full height. You can’t help but look at the two men before you and wonder how they can be so calm. Yes, you had been in some high-risk situations and usually had a level head with these things, but waiting this long was beginning to take its toll on you. Being confined to the little outpost shack was causing you to get pent up in more ways than one and this was something that didn’t escape the observant gaze of both Hesh & Keegan. They noticed you biting your fingernails more and the way you fiddled with your hands. It was only when you began bouncing your leg, that Hesh spoke up.

“Hey, you hangin' in there?” He speaks with that concerned voice you’ve heard him use before. “I know a nervous tic when I see one.”

You look up at him, his face painted with eye black in that characteristic skull resembling pattern he always does. “Barely…” you mutter.

“It’s going to be alright. Merrick and the rest are on their way. Besides, if Feds were coming, they would already be here by now.” Hesh was always good at reassuring people and was definitely a cool-headed man in these situations. His resolve was truly impressive. Yet, the anxiety he felt was palpable. You could see it in the way he always kept his rifle near him and how he barely let himself merely rest, ever constantly alert.

“Though this is stressful, we’ve all been in worse,” Keegan speaks up.

You can’t help but crack a small smile. Thank god it was these two that you were stuck with!

“How do you all do it? Not let the tension get to you? I genuinely want to know.”

The two men take a moment to consider your question. How did they stay so calm in dire situations? Were they even sure themselves?

“You know… I’m not sure. I just do,” Keegan chuckles shifting his stance. “You’ve been doing good though, kid. Holding your own.”

“Keegan’s right. Others would have cracked under this pressure.”

You sit up a little, popping your back getting a little bit of physical relief.

“What do you both do to get rid of the tension? Like, after a stressful mission, how do you both unwind? Because I don’t believe for a second you two are running on pure adrenaline 24/7. There’s no way.”

Hesh chuckles, leaning back. “Well, nothing beats a good, long, relaxing shower. That’s the first thing I’m doing when getting back. Some ‘self-love’ if you catch my drift.”

“Yeah, a ‘self-loving’ shower always hits the spot,” Keegan chimes in with a hint of amusement in his voice. “And you?”

You debate if you want to admit to the  guys what you really do to kick the stress. On one hand, you don’t want to admit to having some time with your ‘friendly fingers’ but on the other, what’s the worst that can happen? You’re stuck with these two guys you admittedly had a thing for. Besides, you’ve built a deep camaraderie with them and in this situation, why not? Plus, they already, technically, admitted the same to you.

“Same,” you answer.

Hesh cocks an eyebrow and an incredulously bemused looks spreads across his face. “I didn’t think you’d admit that out loud.”

“Well, she has needs too, so…” Keegan mentions as he sighs, crossing his arms.

“Yeah…needs…hmmm,” Hesh speaks softly keeping eye contact on you. You can’t help but stare back at him noticing the verdant allure of his eyes. There is definitely a longing behind them you can’t ignore. But it wasn’t just Hesh’s eyes on you. Keegan’s were as well. The three of you fell into silence. Now there was a different tension being generated in the little outpost shack. Your eyes dart between the two men as the realization hits you- They were surely pent up and just confessed to rubbing one out in the showers. On top of that, you also fessed up that you took care of yourself. The solution presented itself as obvious. The unspoken awareness of this information was now on  all of your minds: Why wait for the showers and the comfort of your hands when you three were all in need of a certain kind of relief? One that could, really, be given by each other. Hesh was the first to break the silence that bloomed as this epiphany dawned upon you all.

“Well…I think we’re all on the same page here...and can help one another ease this pressure we’re all feeling.” His voice is low and tinted with a sensuality you have never heard before. You begin to feel your pulse pick up as the implications of what he said hit you like a brick in the face.

“Right now? No. Are you crazy?” You can’t believe he seriously is suggesting this. Yet, your reasoning had no bearing on Hesh. He rose up from the floor to sit beside you on the rickety cot, inching very close.

“Think about it. We’re all stressed. We’re all pent up. We have an opportunity here. It can just stay between us three.” He turns to look at Keegan who has his thick dark eyebrows raised. Almost as if he’s considering the proposition.

“Hesh does have a point. A little relief and comfort could help us stay sane here.” Hesh turns back to face you with a soft smile on his face. 

“What do you say?”

[smallerthan3]

my bestest bestie told me to post @xoxunhinged 💗

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[twilightfaerie1978]

I have a theory about August Walker. How he became John Lark. How he goes against the establishment, the old way of doing business. Hear me out.

So August was a low level CIA agent. Making his way up the ranks. But he's always been a fucking beast. Which is why he can rise as quickly as he does.

And he meets another agent. And they fall in love. Like she is endgame for him. He's an animal, there's that underlying danger about him. But NOT with her. With her, and only her, he's different. Only she sees him. But I dunno. Something happened. A mission gone sideways, or some vendetta or something, and she's taken. Held. Tortured. Maybe there's a type of ransom for her. But the CIA decides she's an acceptable loss. Maybe her father is a major player in the agency or the government. And what they want, the kidnappers, is too great. So her father, with the agency, decide she's collateral damage.

And August is just ... LIVID. Like no fucking way. And he tries to save her and fails. She dies.

John Lark is born.

And I thought of this scenario for what drove him to be John Lark because "he was just that minded" is boring. "He was just born evil" is just sooooo boring.

But a real reason to hate the establishment? That's interesting.

I thought it should be about love, because think about Fallout. There is NOTHING about him that hints he has any interest in love or sex. I mean, all villains are still about fucking their way through the plot for world domination. But not August/Lark. And why?

Because his great love is dead. Because the establishment they worked for, pledged their allegiance for, said "Nah, fuck her."

Am I crazy?

@littlefreya @shellyshellshell @xoxunhinged

[shotmrmiller]

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https://www.tumblr.com/xoxunhinged/747305290691706880/sick?source=share

Unhinged lives up to her name 😖

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[littleghostbride]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)

🤭No pressure

I have 0 followers but

I like my creativity, My outlook on life, my eyes, my style and the way i treat others

Thank you @xoxunhinged for sending this <33 love ya mwah 😊

[madstronaut]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~)🤭No pressure

My hair

my eyes

my personality

my tits (ITS AN OPEN ENDED QUESTION LET ME LIVE OKAY)

My sense of humor (yes my delulu ass cracks myself up all the time)

Ty @xoxunhinged 🥰🤗💗💛

no pressure taggos: @deadbranch @ohgeesoap @the-californicationist @papaver-decervicatus @glossysoap @weedpoop @http-paprika @poppypopp @mionedray @c4tto626

[cutiecusp]

Something old, something new.

I woke up to an idea of John Price crashing your wedding, or at least stealing a secret kiss before you married someone else. Not proofread, but I lowkey wanna write more.. let me know what you think?

Warning: cheating (a little kiss) pining.

A knock on the door startled you. You had your hair and makeup done, and you were waiting for your father to come and get you to the church.

You stand up and take one last look in the mirror, smoothing down your ivory dress and picking up your bouquet. Once you deemed yourself appropriate, you took a deep breath and pulled opened the door.

"Hello, love." Came a familiar, gruff voice.

You take a step back, surprise and shock evident on your face.

"John?" You whisper in disbelief. "I thought you couldn't make it-"

He steps into the room, his broad shoulders taking up the doorway. His eyes find yours, and he gives you a soft smile.

"I couldn't let you marry 'im without seeing you one last time. You look beautiful, love." He admits.

He raises his hand to your face, his fingers lifting your chin so you couldn't look away from his intense eye contact.

"I couldn't bare to let you walk down the aisle without making sure it's what you really want." He pauses. "I know we have... history."

Your eyes flutter closed as his touch, you and John had been childhood sweethearts, but with the military taking him away repeatedly, you had broken it off and dated elsewhere.

"John, this isn't fair." You protest, pulling your body away from his.

"You had your chance... I'm supposed to be getting married in an hour.." Your grip on your bouquet becomes almost deathly, as your nervously wring your hands around the stems.

"I don't need an hour to change your mind. Just, grant me a favour, please sweetheart." His deep voice whispers in your ear, as his hands circle your waist.

"All I ask for, is one last, little goodbye kiss. That's all." He murmurs against your jaw.

Pulling back, he studies your face, looking for any signs that you don't want this as badly as he does. As you nod your approval, his lips softly press over yours, and the world goes still.

After all, it's one kiss... right? What could go wrong?

@xoxunhinged @misshugs @dustycrusty09

[cookiepie111]

Thank you @comfortless for the tag!

Tagging: @xoxunhinged @kechiwrites @melancholic-thing @suimon @gremlingottoosilly @alwaysshallow

Last song I listened to: black clover opening 5 in English by studio yuraki

Favorite color: blue!! It's like a comfort/safe colour. But I'm trying to get into wearing other colours

Currently watching: delicious in dungeon!

Spicy/Savory/Sweet: I love sweet things SO much. Savory has its place too. Can only handle a little spice

Relationship status: single🥲

Current obsession: baking, really into chocolate making right now, it's taking over my brain also working out