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I live in Tennessee, I can go see him

I’m coming, Dr. Thot

dr thot

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God of worth

are you sure about that

here's a random word generator--whatever word it gives you is now the thing you are the deity of

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@r6shippingdelivery is this Maestro when there’s a leak in the base?

TRANSLATION: (heavy Venetian dialect) “We found the problem, it was the fountain.”

Source

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Prompted by @r6shippingdelivery !

1. Were you named after anyone?

My deadname is the combination of a common name with my grandma’s middle name. However, my new name is after my old black lab I used to have, Cody. I spell it with a K though.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally yesterday!

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. I plan to have one sometime in the future.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Quite a bit.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their appearance. Clothes and stuff kinda give me an idea of how reserved or chill they are.

6. What’s your eye color?

Cobalt blue.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Scary movies! I love gore!

8. Any specific talent?

Drawing, I suppose. A lot of people say I’m good at it!

9. What country were you born in?

US of A! Though, I’d love to live in another country temporarily.

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, playing video games, listening to music, and listening to music from time to time.

11. Do you have any pets?

3! My cat, Erina, my dog Thor, and my bearded dragon, Hanzo!

12. What sports do you play/ever played?

I played soccer when I was little! I don’t anymore.

13. How tall are you?

5’1! I’m smol :)

14. Favorite subjects in school?

History!

15. Dream job?

Graphic design or character designer!

Anyone may do this if they wanna! ;)

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“Because we are.” Erik replied. Thermite sighed. “Erik, that’s not how it works! I’d be okay if you two had maybe at least talked, but you haven’t!” Thermite cried out. Erik paused for a second, and realized that he hadn’t talked to César before.

“Maybe you should go talk to him if you’re so keen on getting serious.” Thermite suggested. Human interaction, something Erik wasn’t too swell at. But he knew if he really wanted to be with César, he had to interact with him verbally.

So, Erik turned to the doorway, and headed down the hall, to go look for César, and begin the path of winning his heart .

R6S Chain Prompt

*A Prompt I decided to start a chain to make a fanfic based on a discussion made at Discord about Maverick/Goyo. Idea made by @kiruuuuu*

Its been a week.

A week.

A week of those two not talking to each other; just an intense gaze, a nod and then they’re on their own merry way. No words were exchanged there.

So far, its been a week of a weird ‘conversation’ between Maverick and the newcomer Goyo.

And just like that, out of the blue, Maverick just somehow said something that made everyone froze and stop what they were doing just to stare at the man himself.

“By God, things are getting serious between us,” he said.

And everyone else is just…

“What the fuck did you just said, Erik!?” Thermite blurted out in confusion.

*I am gonna stop here for now. So if you want to continue this story, reblog and continue this part so that together we can make a great rarepair fanfic here!!*

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If you don’t agree with this response, gtfo off my blog :) trans women, trans men, and non binary people are 1000% valid and you can kindly fuck off if you think otherwise :))

Trans men arent real men and trans women arent real men and non binary people are dumb :)

I don’t know who you are nor why you though it was a good idea to send this message, but lemme be absolutely clear: 

TRANS MEN ARE REAL MEN, TRANS WOMEN ARE REAL WOMEN, AND NON BINARY PEOPLE ARE VALID AND AWESOME.

If you can’t see past rigid, outdated, and completely arbitrary ideas that don’t really express the width of human experiences accurately, that’s your problem. I suggest some soul searching and introspection to determine why do you think that and are unable to see and empathize with other ideas. After all, not being a jerk costs 0 money, amazing right?!

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Yo I made a Discord server for Rainbow Six Siege!!!

https://discord.gg/KdHa3Yd

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honestly y'all stop kicking me just bc I pick Ela-

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I choked on my Trumoo oml-

PICK AND BAN

How do people think pick and ban fit into the lore ?

I reckon that both teams have to like vote on their phones who to ban and the result comes up on a big screen the same way it does in game.

With the way some ops are banned every match you can imagine the fallout

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fun fact about Details

I wrote that at 2 am at my mom's house cus I was in a bored and gay mood so,, yeah,,

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honestly, with how nice y'all are being? Mood.

Have you ever just received a comment for your fanfic and just

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You best believe that I'm gonna get Doc on my team! He's nice and reliable :) and who would I fight? Honestly, 'bout ready to strangle the shit outta Recruit

Alright siege people if you you had to fight for your life which operator would you rather have by your side, which Operator would you fight, and why

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Reblog the writers’ fortune cookie for luck!

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Details - a GlazKan Fanfic

Tags: Timur "Glaz" Glazkov/Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda , Fluff , SFW , GlazKan , +1000 words

Word Count: 1,182

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     Timur sat in silence, painting the picture. It contained a scene of darkness, lit with orange and scarlet strokes, simulating fire. He focused on the canvas before him, taking all of his emotions out on the artwork before him. Today's emotion of focus was anger. He just felt frustrated at the world today, and wanted to vent out his feelings through the bristles of his paintbrush. It annoyed him even further that he would constantly rub his eye since he was bothered so much, it only fueled his anger further. He was trying his best to be alone, not wanting to snap at Alexsandr, Shuhrat, and Maxim. Especially not Maxim. 

     He looked at the art piece, and groaned. He had even now became upset with the only thing that make him felt better. He just cleaned all of his brushes off, and lazily tossed them back into his little drawer, and let the easel sit there, the canvas sitting on it, and he stomped out of the room. He went to reach to open his room's door, but his face met with a soft, but firm frame, as he backed up and glanced towards who was standing before him, to see the face of Maxim, stoic as ever. 

     "What's the matter?" Maxim asked him, cocking an eyebrow. Timur looked him straight in the eyes. "It...it doesn't matter, don't worry about it, Maxim." Timur reassured lazily, and went to push past his friend, to enter his abode, but Maxim grabbed his shoulder firmly. "I know something's up when you stomp out of your little art room with a pouty face." He mused, a small grin on his face, trying to humor Timur a bit, in hopes to bring up his dreary mood.

     "Oh, and how would you know that, Mr. Who-Knows-Me-So-Well?" Timur asked sassily, now glaring Maxim. Maxim leaned down to him, and looked him straight in the eyes. "Because snipers and hunters have a thing in common: we notice all the details." Maxim replied. Timur tried to think of a response that would make Maxim leave him alone, to just let him be in peace. But alas, he couldn't think of anything. Maxim grinned, knowing Timur was out of plans. He tugged the fellow Russian along, to the kitchen, and sat him down. Timur went to get up, but Maxim placed a firm hand on his shoulder, keeping Timur in place. He sighed in defeat, and stayed in the chair. Maxim grinned in triumph, and began to hum a Russian folk song as he made a sandwich for Timur. He figured that if he filled his grumpy artist tummy, that he wouldn't be so...well, grumpy.

     "What do you want on it?" Maxim questioned, looking over his shoulder to Timur, who was slumping in his chair, pouting. "Mayo and mustard, please…" he mumbled. Maxim nodded, and put the top piece of bread to the side, and squirted on some mayo, and then, deciding to be a little funny, drew a smiley face with the mustard, and put the topping bread back on, and went over to Timur, and set the plate in front of him. "Eat up, darling." Maxim humored. Timur's cheeks dusted a light shade of pink, as he shot a sharp glare at Maxim, but proceeded to eat the sandwich. He noticed the odd pattern of the mustard. "Did you draw a smiley face with the mustard?" Timur asked, slightly muffled due to the bite of sandwich in his mouth. Maxim chuckled, as he made a sandwich for himself.

     "And how did you notice that?" Maxim asked, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. Timur stared at him for a moment, and laughed a bit. "Like you said before, friend: an artist and a hunter notice details." Maxim sighed softly. "I could care less, I'm glad you're smiling. You should more often. It really suits you." He commented. Timur blushed more a shade of red this time, flustered a little by Maxim's comment. He brushed it off as a joke, since Maxim was, after all, a little comedian. 

     "Well, tell me what happened. What caused today's mood?" Maxim inquired, as he sat across from Timur, beginning to munch on his sandwich. Timur paused to think, and replied with a shrug. "Just one of those random moods people get. Like how people get sad out nowhere, with no cause." Maxim nodded, and took a bite. "Let me guess, painting didn't work in venting out your emotions?" Timur shook his head softly, letting out a huff of air. "Nope."

     Maxim then set down his meal, and leaned forward, his nose almost touching Timur's which Maxim being so close made him feel a little awkward. "Maybe you're frustrated over someone, you just don't know who." Maxim suggested, and Timur scoffed. "Frustrated? Over someone? Who would I have quarrels with?" Maxim shook his head softly. "You're not getting my drift, friend. I meant you're frustrated because you might have feelings for someone." Timur never considered that for a moment. It seemed like an absurd proposition at first, but the more he thought about it, the more he made sense. Why else would he feel like he was more touch-starved lately? Why else would he have a craving for kisses, or sweet nothings whispered in his ear? But, even if then, who would he even have feelings for? 

     As much as he liked to pretend he didn't, he already knew the answer to the last question. He knew he loved Maxim. Maxim was always there for him, always at his side, holding him close when Timur got injured, or when Maxim always would take a bullet for him, and he'd be getting patched up, reassuring him that it was "only a few little scratches". 

     He heard faint snapping, as he should his head to find Maxim snapping his fingers in front of Timur's face. "Heeeeey, hey!" Maxim said firmly, and Timur snapped back to reality. "I think I might know who you're frustrated over." Maxim declared. Timur raised an eyebrow, curious to what Maxim theorized who his little crush was. "Me!" Maxim boasted, a hand on his chest, standing proudly. Timur snorted, trying not to laugh. "And why would I like you?" He asked, trying not to busy out laughing again. Maxim huffed, pretending to be offended for a moment. "Well, you always seem so warm towards me, I'm usually the one who makes you smile, annnnnd you're blushing." He listed off. Timur let out a soft squeak and turned his head away. However, Maxim grabbed the sniper by the chin, and turned his face back towards him, and placed his lips on Timur's softly. Timur didn't know how to react at first, but slowly melted into his, his lips moving in sync with his, Maxim and Timur's kiss one of lips moving together passionately, in sync. 

     Maxim soon pulled away for air, as Timur practically gasped for it, looking at Maxim, her face cherry red. Maxim smirked, and leaned closer to Timur, and whispered, 

     "A hunter always notices details, even the small ones."

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What if I put my stupid ships in? Haha, just kidding!

unless...? ;)

Shipping chart template I found on Twitter. The creator of it, @grzmot, is fine with people using it as long as the watermark under the title isn’t deleted 👌

So that one’s my shipping chart, more or less! I restricted myself and only put the most relevant ships for me, otherwise it was a cluttered mess 😅 And I left the friendships out of this one cause I would need to do a whole new one just for those!

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Thatcher is the dad who everyone thinks is a pain in the ass, but he just wants the best for everyone

i just thought of this rook headcanon and i wanna throw something

he thinks he’s everyone’s dad and that he takes care of everyone, but every single operator secretly is just like “precious julien omg” and they’re actually his parents

all of them

he’s just everyone’s child but he has no idea

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Hello, everyone! I'm a new R6 Headcanon/Writing Blog!

About me: https://listography.com/1873828478/about_me/all_about_az_

I will write:

-Ship HCs

-In general R6S hcs

-Angst

-Gore

I WILL NOT write:

-Anything containing my triggers (which can be found in my listography)

-Smut

-Anything that I feel uncomfortable with writing!

Tags:

Not hcs - exactly what it says. A post that does not contain hcs

Stim time - stim time is a tag I'll be using for in general posts, like rambles, and other non-writing related asks/posts (like questions, annoucements, etc.)

I will be sure to tag all tw in fics if they contain some!

Promo would be much appreciated!