#sorry for the radio silence everybody

[curse-of-dming-strahd]

a player asked what Strahd's favorite song to play on the pipe organ is and my quick-draw gut response was "just a really slow rendition of Gangsta's Paradise"

we all had a good laugh but if my players actually remember this bit two years from now I will absolutely let this be a way to get out of that one puzzle room in his castle lmao

[chamomile-g-tea]

I’ve been taking a bit of an unofficial break for a few months but i just want to make it clear that i’m likely not coming back here for a while, and if i do try to share my art again i want to be at a place i feel more comfortable in my ability to be respectful of other people and my platform. i don’t feel confident in my ability to create a safe space on my page that i’m proud of yet. i do hope i can share my art again online someday, but currently i’m focused on working on myself more and taking space from the internet.

[vanyafresita]

actually, you know what ? im glad my ex gf ghosted me, i dodged a bullet it seems

[vivwritesfics]

Could do a mini vestappen where he’s older and crashes and max is worried or he’s sick and still tries to race either one you choose!🩵

Prodigy

I think I understood this request right. If I didn't then I'm so sorry

When Fabian Verstappen turned eighteen, he had his debut season in Formula One. Everybody was proud of him, but no one more than his mother and father.

Fabians debut season just so happened to be Max's last season in the sport. It was odd, father and son racing against each other. Fabian didn't often race against his father, though. He was stuck in the mid field while Max was up front with the top teams.

Y/N spent her time wearing Fabian's team colours. It was something she and Max had spoken about at great length when Fabian first got signed. As much as Max wanted his wife there, supporting him, he understood.

During Fabian's debut season, he shared a podium with his father. It was a truly magical moment, Max and Fabian spraying the champagne onto each other.

After Fabian's rookie season, Max retired. His retirement was later than anybody had expected, especially after having Fabian and his sister (who was given the choice between coming to watch her brother race or staying at her grandma's. She chose her grandma).

When Max retired, the sport lost a hero. So, they looked to Fabian. Fabian got his fathers seat in Red Bull Racing after he retired. His parents attended every race he went to, both of them wearing Red Bull shirts with Fabians number on them.

With Max now being retired, it meant he had time to follow his sons career around the globe. Most expected him to make a return like Alonso, but Max knew it was Fabian's time to shine.

Max knew the circuits better than anybody else. He knew which ones his son would excel around, but he also knew which ones were the most dangerous. He never let it show on his face how nervous he was, not when he knew how much it would upset his wife.

Singapore and Spa were the circuits which had Max the most panicked. In the Red Bull garage, he and Y/N watched as Fabian raced around, the lead car on the grid.

"Like father like son," Y/N said as she leaned against Max. It was raining, making the Verstappens all that more nervous. Fabian hadn't get come in for a pair of wet tires. His mother was ready to have a heart attack.

On the wet track, the Red Bull car spun. It span, the rear end hitting the wall. The back of the car completely disappeared as the barrier pushed it back around. "Fabi!" Cried Y/N, pushing away from her husband.

Max had to hold Y/N back as they looked to the engineer. "Is everything alright, Fabian?" He asked. No response. "Fabian? Can you hear me? Let me know you're all right."

Again, silence.

All Y/N could do was watch the screen focused on his car. Fabian hadn't yet climbed out of his car; Y/N chewed on her nails as she waited. When the other cars came past, her heart felt like it was leaping out of her chest with anxiety.

There was a crackling on the radio. "Don't tell Christian, but I may have fucked up the car," came Fabian's voice.

The engineered turned around to give Fabian's parents the good news. Y/N let out a cry, ready to fall to her knees. She watched her son climb out of the car and give the crowd a thumbs up.

The entire incident had called for a red flag. An ambulance and a car were sent out to Fabian, but the Dutchman refused the ambulance, instead getting in the car to drive back to the paddock.

Y/N and Max were waiting anxiously for Fabian to return. When the young driver did, he walked towards his parents and pulled off his helmet. "Fabi," said Y/N, taking his face in her hands. She kissed him all over his face smoothed down his sweat slicked hair.

Placing his hand on his shoulder, Max pulled Fabian in for a hug. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered, squeezing him tight.

"Thank you, papa."

[thesoulbonder]

NND Week 2024 - Ruby Kept Floating Array

Hey peeps!

Sorry about the radio silence on the NND front. Ngl, I’ve been really struggling when it comes to drawing literally anything recently, and that unfortunately bled over into Nuts & Dolts Week despite my best efforts

I was really only able to complete this piece for the week, since the sketch for it stuck with me and was simple enough to complete. However, I’m adding the concept sketches I made because idk I liked ‘em for the most part - I just ran out of time to do them

I have no idea how to fix this rut I’m in, but I’ll figure it out :)

Anyway, enjoy the art! Have a great NND Week everybody <3

Concept Sketches based on the Final Prompt Selections

[fleurywiththesave]

I said I would write today

Later, Matthew will be thankful to learn that the cameras cut away before he and Leon reached each other in the handshake line. No words exchanged. He just tries to put everything — years of everything — into a touch lasting less than two seconds. Leon doesn’t meet his eyes. Matthew doesn’t expect him to.

When he hugs his teammates, when has the cup in his hands, when his family is finally on the ice, he lets himself float in the moment. Brady catches his eyes drifting back toward the visitors’ tunnel once and raps him on the head.

“No,” he says firmly. “Not right now. Don’t miss this.” It’s good advice and Matthew listens. Mostly.

It’s radio silence for three days. And yeah, maybe Matthew checks his phone a few more times than he should in between the bursts of celebration, but he doesn’t push. He’s got more than enough to do and Leon will come to him when he’s ready.

“When he’s ready” turns out to be about two o’clock in the morning. It’s the first time since Monday that everybody in the house has been asleep at a semi-reasonable hour, something Leon must have anticipated, because he texts I’m outside instead of using his key and potentially scaring the shit out of someone (Matthew. The someone would definitely end up being Matthew).

He walks in when Matthew opens the door, but immediately hovers just inside the foyer. He’s shaved — Matthew can see his whole face for the first time in months. He looks exhausted. Matthew waits.

Leon takes a slow, deep breath, looks Matthew directly in the eye, and says, “I am so fucking proud of you.”

Matthew melts. Seriously, he’s a puddle of goo on the floor. Leon lets himself be pulled into a hug, or maybe engulfed in a hug is more accurate, as Matthew tries to get as close to him as he possibly can. He can feel Leon shaking where he’s clinging to Matthew’s neck.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he murmurs.

Leon shakes his head. “No. This is about you, not me.”

“It’s been about me for three days,” Matthew scoffs. “I can make it about you if I want to.” Leon sighs, shuddering and sad.

“What if I never win?”

It’s a whisper, almost too quiet for Matthew to hear, and it makes his heart ache.

“Then I’ll still love you,” he says. “Your family will still love you. Connor will still love you. My family will still love you.” Leon presses his face into Matthew’s cheek and Matthew can tell that he’s trying not to cry.

“You’re going to win,” he continues, because he believes it. He can feel it in his bones, that it’s a matter of when, not if. “But if you don’t, it won’t change anything about who you are.”

They stay like that for a while, until Leon takes another deep breath and pulls away.

“Okay, enough of that for now. This is about you. I want this to be about you.” He cups Matthew’s face in his hands. “Tell me everything.”

Matthew’s not an animal. He kisses Leon first. Once for welcome back, once for reassurance, and once just because he can.

Then he tells him everything.

[artbyblastweave]

Hey everybody! Sorry for the weeklong radio silence. It's just that I got super duper into Warframe

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

The hotel gang + overlord!reader part 2

Part one here

!Not beta read!

While it may just be the stress talking, the bed was surprisingly comfortable, for a hotel at least. Today was a lot. Even if this hotel seemed to be a net positive it was still a lot. So the comfortable bed made it seem like you already made it to heaven. As you sank into the bed you drifted off to sleep.

You awoke to a few loud and powerful knocks on your door. "Hello? If you're awake we are going to do some trust exercises!" Charlie called out. You unintentionally groaned as you got up.

"Give me a minute!" You replied.

"Okay." Charlie said as she left. When you got up you looked at yourself in the mirror. You weren't a mess by any means but you've definitely looked better. You freshen yourself up slightly before going downstairs.

The Hotel residents and staff were all in a circle. You sat down in one of the gaps in the circle. Charlie cleared her throat.

"Okay everybody let's go around in a circle and say our names first! I'm Charlie." She paused, "As you all know." Everyone else proceeded to say their name, which you already knew everyone's name. Excluding the short one-eyed girl, Niffty, and the girl with an x over one of her eyes, Vaggie. Then your turn came.

"Uh- Hi! My name is y/n" You cringed at the nervousness in your voice.

"Now I want everyone to tell a fact about themself. It doesn't have to be anything huge, just something to get to know each other." Charlie said, "I love musicals!" Yeah, that was pretty easy to guess.

Angel was next up. "I love sitting on big, HUGE-"

"Angel I fucking swear." Husk cut him off.

"Comfortable chairs! What were you thinking?" Angel had a smug smile plastered on his face. "Also cocks as well." He added. Husk and Vaggie groaned.

Niffty went next, but Charlie spoke before her, "Please try not to scare away our newest member." She pleaded. Niffty pouted but compiled anyway.

"I love writing fanfiction! Escapily with bad boys." Her tone turned slightly seductive at the end. You elected to ignore that.

There was a silence as everyone waited for Vaggie. Charlie stretched her palm out to tell her to talk. "Oh- yeah right sorry." She shook her head slightly, "I like to dance."

"Really!? How come I never knew that?" Charlie asked.

"It never came up." Vaggie smiled faintly

"I'm the bartender," Husk grumbled. Vaggie elbowed him. "What? I told a fact about myself."

Alastor let out an "ahem" noise. The focus shifted to him. "While this is a fact in general, I believe that radio is the utmost form of medium." As baseline as this was for a guy such as Alastor, you also kind of expected it. Alastor would not let anything deeper about himself slip. So why not go for the most well-known part of yourself. "Now, y/n, darling I do believe it is your turn."

Oh shit right. You've just met these people so don't go with anything personal. Also, make sure it doesn't make anyone uncomfortable. “I really don’t like being an overlord.” Your mouth moved before you could comprehend what you were saying. Well fuck. If this was a TV show you’d clearly be the comic relief, at least right now. Everyone but Alastor and Niffty had some form of uncomfortable plastered on their face. Alastor however had a curious yet sinister smile on his face. Niffty wasn’t really paying attention to you, she was chasing some random cockroach. 

You wanted to go back on that statement but something was saving you from embarrassing yourself further. Do demons have guardian angels? If so, yours was working overtime right now. But they also weren’t getting much work done.

Your real savior was whoever blew the fucking wall up. Everyone's head was quickly aimed at the now missing wall. While Husk just accepted it everyone else, including yourself, to find the source. Like you were in some sort of horror movie character getting ready to be stabbed. But you instead met with a huge mechanical blimp that had an impractical amount of guns.

“There you are!” The person in the blimp called out. It was very hard to hear but it was just loud enough. “Alastor, are you ready to be beat-”

“Who is this?’ 

“Who- Who am I!?” The voice was very clearly offended at Alastor's lack of knowledge. You just drowned the rest out. Alastor was cruel and frankly heartless. But he also did not like wasting time. So even while this poor sinner's fate was sealed, thankfully it wouldn’t be as drawn out as his past victims. You turned around to hopefully save any shred of innocence you were able to save. As you entered through the wall you could hear both Alastor and his victim speak.

“Thank you for another forgetful experience!” Alastor said. You didn’t necessarily

want to look but you did so anyway. Kind of like watching a car crash.

“Thank you…” the snake struggled to get out, “ For letting your guard down!” He ripped part of Alastors coat off. Well, that's not good, for anyone really. Alastor’s coat got torn and this sinner is about to die again. Or at the very least get seriously injured. You’re honestly surprised he lasted this long. He was notably weaker than The Radio Demon’s usual opponents. 

He, quite appropriately, said “Oh shit-” Before an explosion (you can only guess caused by Alastor) caused him to fly away. Welp, he’s gone forever now. The hotel seemed nice for the most part. It honestly still does. You just wish you weren’t staying in the same house as The Radio Demon. But now that you think about it, almost everyone here seems to have something severely wrong with them. And that includes you too. So at least you fit in.

[valdotpng]

yea so um. hello everybody!!!!! looong time no see. im alive and very sorry for the radio silence this past half of a year. i Really didnt think my hiatus would last that long but then bad stuff just kept happening again and again and again n all of it was really difficult to process/start coping with. honestly im still not in the best shape (both physically & mentally) to this day.. but i thought that i might as well come back online, even if i end up posting little-to-no art

[luveline]

Zombie!au- would love to see more grump Steve in the earlier days. And r just trying to lighten things up a bit!

thank you for requesting ♡ steve zombie!au —your attempt to cheer steve up backfires, but he's not so oblivious to your feelings as you think. fem!reader, 1k

Water drips down the length of Steve's arm. It follows a path to his elbow, shining honey-orange in the last dregs of sunlight that haunt the room. The stone wall at your back is cooling, the baking heat of the day abating with the setting sun. 

Your shirt is still damp but clean. Steve scrubbed it until the fabric turned fuzzy, the faint smell of sweat lingering despite all his efforts and dawn dish soap. He sits close enough to rest his leg atop yours, touching you without apology. It's hard to care about personal space when you spend time with someone like this, isolated. Your survival is tied to his like shared veins. 

Water sloshes over the edge of the bucket onto a towel he placed beneath it. You clear your throat, drawing his gaze. 

"Kinda weird how many towels people leave behind." 

His constant frown doesn't so much as twitch. "Why's that?" 

"We all need towels. Makes you wonder if they thought there'd be towels somewhere else… We loot all these houses and half the time there isn't a can of peaches, but there's always a couple of towels." 

"You only need one towel," Steve says. 

"Not the way we use them." 

Steve's eyebrows raise ever so slightly. You can guess what he's thinking —you're making small talk about towels. Maybe he'd rather sit in silence than listen, but if you stay silent in the wake of his bad mood any longer, you'll disintegrate. 

"I'm just saying it's weird to take soap but not the towel." 

"They probably weren't thinking about it. Not the way it happened, I mean." Steve's brows pinch together. He pulls his shirt from the soapy water filled bucket between his legs and squeezes the excess water from it. 

"Were you going to say something else?" you ask cautiously. 

Steve wrings his shirt, the muscles in his arms singing as he twists it tighter and tighter. You can't choose what to look at, his arms, the coiled definition of his upper chest, or the strange expression that plays on his fine features. Eventually he drops his sodden shirt on the towel and wipes his hands dry, not looking at you as he asks, "What did you think was gonna happen?" 

You shift your foot under his weight. He doesn't move it still, and you're glad. You need touch. You need his touch, even if he doesn't need yours. 

"I thought everybody was going to be fine." Your stomach aches remembering. "For a week, the news didn't bother me. The radio hosts were pandering and CNN were fearmongers. But then… one day I woke up and I knew it was the end." 

"When they started saying–" 

"Don't try to hide." You swallow a lump of past hurt where it swells. 

"That's why people didn't bother with towels," Steve says. "That's what I think. They knew they wouldn't make it past the week, deep down, even if they didn't know." 

You cross your arm over the other and hold your elbow. The sun sinks like a stone, dark eating the corners of the room. It feels colder now. 

It's scarier, in the dark. You worry about what you can't see. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N," Steve says, speaking more gently than he had been as he pulls his leg away. "I know you were trying to make me feel better. I didn't mean to kill the mood like an asshole."

"That makes a difference," you tease. 

Steve stands and grabs the bucket of dirty water, pouring it out of the open window. You can hear the loud slosh of it slapping overgrown bluegrass below. 

"I'm sorry for being a dick," he says, turned from you still, bucket braced in two rigid hands. 

"Steve, I don't care if you're in a bad mood. I just worry it's my fault." 

He tosses the bucket aside, the thin metal handle rattling as it lands. Brushing the hair from his face, Steve turns back to you and, silhouetted by the last light, gives you a tentative smile. 

"You drive me crazy sometimes, but if I'm pissed, that's my problem. Not your fault." 

You sit up, a muscle twinging between your sore shoulders. "Oh. Cool."

Steve nods to the left. "Come over here. We'll sleep where it's dry." 

You do as told, achy and worn from another day at the end of the world. You could sleep in a queen size bed every night and it'd make no difference to this kind of exhaustion, the burden of perpetual hyper vigilance like slow releasing venom. You kick the shitty single mattress you've been sleeping on for the last few days across the room and Steve spreads out a blanket for you to lay on. 

You can't sleep. Most of the time, you lay down for a few hours feigning rest while Steve sits soldier, nothing to do, nothing to darn nor sharpen nor tend to. You're in a strange limbo of having no urgent needs and no strength between you to move on yet. With a stache of protein bars you found in the desk in the den, you and Steve can stay here for a few more days. 

You sit down regardless of the sleepless tossing and turning that awaits, surprised when Steve wastes little time sitting beside you. Shirtless. He leans against the jacket you've been using as a pillow and puts his arm behind your back with the familiarity of a lover, hand on your waist. 

Your breath pulls in funny. 

"Thanks for trying," he says. 

You risk looking up at him. He looks down, a little bit of King Steve charm in the quirk of his mouth. 

"But towels?" he asks. 

"It was the first thing I could think of." 

He nods like this makes sense and pulls you into his side, rubbing yours with enough affection to floor you if you weren't already on it. "I didn't pack a towel, and neither did you. We're all the same." 

"Then how come we're here?" you ask, quiet with the embarrassment of asking such a vulnerable question. How come we lived and no one else did?

"I don't know."

You put your face in the curve of his neck hesitantly. Steve rests his cheek on top of your head.

"I'm glad we are, though," he murmurs. 

[wordstome]

Thanks for everything, but it’s time to close up shop.

Hello, everybody. Sorry for this post being a portent of doom, but I feel like you all deserve better than radio silence. Originally, I went on hiatus because I got busy with school and work. This is still true—real life is getting in the way of me being able to write creatively, which I haven’t done in a while.

However, I think it would only be fair for me to admit that I’m just not as into COD anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve never been into the games and always have been a fan of the little fandom of writers here, but I have to admit that part of my difficulty writing is just not being as into the content anymore. Most of it is just naturally moving on from something you used to like, but I also feel uninspired and weird about the idea of writing fanfiction about the military nowadays.

TO BE CLEAR: I don’t suddenly think that all my fellow writers are doing something problematic and amoral, and I vehemently do not want my departure from creating fan works to be used as some sort of gotcha to attack other writers. I don’t think any of us respect the military or US imperialism (I hope not) and I think the tumblr subsection of fandom is especially aware that COD is military propaganda. What we do here is writing about characters, not the institution they operate in. A lot of cod fanfiction doesn’t even take place in the military. I also haven’t drifted away because some writers make heavier/darker content, so I’m squashing that discourse before it has a chance to start.

It would also be disingenuous to say that I drifted away solely because of fandom discourse, but it certainly didn’t help. Thankfully, I only caught the tail end of a recent…controversy? Discourse? Involving other creators. It’s exhausting and disheartening to see this sort of thing happen, but I also realize it’s kind of inevitable that feathers will be ruffled when subjects like racism against Gaz are addressed, and that doesn’t mean we should just stop talking about those subjects. I don’t have a good solution to this and I don’t mean to complain about something that’s just a part of human nature. I just can’t pretend that it isn’t really demoralizing to see people acting poorly and the internet slapfights that result from it. I hope those involved in the recent incident are taking care of themselves. ❤️

Anyway, if you’ve gotten this far, thanks for reading. I have a lot of love left for this fandom, and especially my fellow creators who I have come to consider genuine friends. I feel a deep obligation to everyone who reads and interacts with my work, and I can’t continue to leave people waiting when I know it is, most likely, over. So, to be clear: this is the end of my COD writing journey. I won’t be writing any more or continuing any of my fics.

All of my works, both here and on AO3, will remain up, so you don’t have to worry about anything being deleted. I’m still grateful to cod for bringing my zest for writing back, even if it was only for a handful of months. And if you guys want to see unpublished drafts (like for kingdom come), have questions, or simply want to know my plans for fics that won’t be finished/want to know how they end, please send me asks or reach out! I would love to talk about it. Mutuals are, as always, extremely welcome in my DMs, and it means the world to me that people have been checking in on me during my hiatus.

TLDR:

I’m leaving for good. None of my fics will be deleted, but they won’t be updated anymore. I won’t be active on this blog, but I’ll still check in once in a while to answer any asks or questions about my fics.

I don’t think this will happen, but it’s worth saying: please don’t use my departure to make sweeping generalizations about the fandom or start more discourse. I just drifted away and lost interest. Take care of yourselves.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

What once was.

Alex Keller × Reader. ( Code name/ nickname: Boomslang)

Your heart broke when he decided to follow someone else, now you have the chance to prove to yourself you don't love him anymore.

Warning: spelling or grammatical errors.

📢 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

- NO.

- Excuse me?

Everybody in the room looked at you, you never complained or went against your Captain's orders but this time you needed to.

- Y/N, it's not a suggestion, it's an order.

- I know, and I'm sorry but I can't do it Sir. I refuse to do it.

Price made a movement with the head to indicate to the boys to leave the room, Soap smirked and whispered at you «You're in serious troubles little one» while Ghost and Kyle dragged him out of the room.

Price wasn't happy but neither was angry, he knows the reason for your refusal to follow the plan. He pointed to the chair in front of you.

- Listen Y/n, I know this is hard for you, I know how you feel about this situation but I think it's time to make peace with the past. You have to learn to separate the job and the feelings.

You can't believe what you're listening to, but you will try to escape this situation.

- That is what is all about, are you trying to give me a lesson? I learned my lesson very well Sir, there's no ne...

- Good, then take this mission as the opportunity to prove to me you left all behind or you will stay at the base to make boring inventory and paperwork. You decide.

Fuck, for a moment you considered the idea to stay at the base, it's better than see that idiot. Alex Keller, the man who broke your heart, the name that provoked you nausea and made your blood boil, He fell in love with Farah and stayed with her 'to help', how kind and considerate of him you thought, you weren't in a relationship but fuckin hell, it was clear that you loved him, everybody noticed it even you thought he knew it, you realized that In fact he didn't, he told you he wouldn't go back with you and the rest of the boys because he would go wherever Farah went, that was the end for you, you say goodbye to Alex and never spoke to him again, he tried, you were like his best friend but you never attended his calls or replied to his messages, you were depressed, distant and distracted, your mind was everywhere but here in the present, Price and you had a serious conversation about it, he sent you home to take a few days, weeks or months. You went back after three months, those three months were full of food, alcohol, mountains, rides in your 1970 red maverick until you decided you wouldn't risk your career and place with the 141 just for a man.

That was a long time ago, you're better now, and like Price said, this was the opportunity to prove it, not only to Price, you will prove it to yourself too.

The helicopter left you far enough from Alex and Farah's location, you walked for almost one hour until your radio issued a sound.

- Echo 3-1 and Kilo, reporting.

Ah... Fuckin hell, you can do this Y/N.

- Here's Boomslang, arriving at your location Echo 3-1.

- Copy.

And there he is, smiling at you as if nothing happened, calm down, breath, as soon you finish your job you will go home, it's easier to say it than do it though.

- Y/N! How long!

- Keller, Farah.

You smiled kindly at her, it is not her fault and you won't blame her or treat her wrong, she returned the smile and both started to talk, poor Alex, was in silence nodding and barely speaking.

- Well, Price told me someone stole your resources and sent me here to support you so... I'm at your service Kilo.

- I appreciate the help, It should be easy, Alex will put some smoke grenades around, just as a distraction, you will cover me, once Alex drops the last smoke grenade, you will join us

- Sure, let's do this.

Farah is actually kind, smart, brave and pretty, you're excited to be in action with her.

- Good, Echo, let's go.

She started to walk leaving you and Alex behind. You walked in silence until he started to talk.

- Why are you being so cold? I haven't seen you in awhile and I was expecting a little more enthusiasm or something.

- Echo, let's focus on the mission, you actually should be further than Kilo and me, since you're the one who will drop the smoke grenades.

You were right, he went back to the silence and Walked faster, you thanked the universe for being on your side and didn't make you spend much time with him, It is easy to focus on the job but you realized it wasn't easy to think about the fact that Alex will want answers, an explanation about your attitude, you weren't ready to talk about the feelings you had for him and how heartbroken he left you.

- Boomslang to Kylo and Echo. I'm in position, ready to clean your path.

- Here's Echo 3-1, I copy you Boomslang, I'm ready too.

- Kylo to Eco and Boomslang, let's have some fun, good luck.

All was quick, you discovered you worked really well with them, the job was done with no setbacks, Farah thanked you and left you and Alex alone while she was on a call with Price.

- You're a great sniper y/n...

- Thanks.

«Ahhh...» he exhaled with annoyance.

- Okay, I... I can't with this. Now that the mission is done, will you please explain to me this attitude, you... Became a fuckin stranger and it's unfair... I...

- Unfair? You think I'm being unfair? You... Stayed here, in this place without considering our friendship or my feelings, you're the one who decided to leave me behind.

You're not yelling at him, you're not sad, you're being cold, after all, those are the facts, he didn't care about you.

- You're the one who abandoned me, you erased me of your life, I tried y/n! I called you, I texted you, I tried and you never replied! Now that we're face to face, tell me, tell me what makes you hate me so much, come on, tell me!

You're so angry that you're not considering the consequences of your actions or words, your anger is boiling.

- Do you really wanna know?

- Yes, please!! Say all you want to say!

- Fine, I hate you because you left, I hate you because you broke my heart, I hate you because you fell in love with someone else who actually is too busy to notice you, I hate you because I showed you my feelings in every chance I had and you never saw it, I hate you because I loved you with every little inch of me, loved you so much that all my body hurts!

The tears appeared, he tried to hug you but you pushed him away, this is not what you planned, it was supposed you wouldn't lose control, you took a deep breath, he stayed in silence, just waiting for you to calm down, you dry your tears And turned to face him one more time.

- I'm... I'm really sorry y/n, I can swear to you that I didn't know about your feelings. Please forgive me, if I knew I wouldn't...

You interrupted and smiled at him the best you could.

- It's fine Alex, don't say more. I just hope at the end of the day you feel happy with the decisions you took that day, I really mean it... I learned to live with a broken heart, I hope you learn to live with the memories of what we once shared, because that won't ever come back.

«Boomslang, the helicopter is landing, hurry up!» your radio spoke. You took your backpack and looked at Keller, there were a lot of emotions in his eyes you would love to run and hug him one last time but no, you started to walk, and just how he left you once, it's you who leaves him this time.

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I can just imagine Ravine healing himself like he’s in the far cry 2 and everybody just looking at him like “wtf???”

Like broken arm? Nah let me just readjust some bones and we’re good to go!

Sorry for the long wait but it's finally here! 😖 Okay I can see this happening 💀. Price is getting gray hairs because he never knows if Ravine is walking around with an injured bones or not. It's a charade for 141 to find out after the first time they saw him do it 😂. Thank you so much for this idea 🙂 Also to all precious Readers, anyone willing to help me understand the mw2 characters more? Like telling me what your opinion on what their dislikes and likes could be and maybe headcanons you guys have for them? I’m interested to learn/know :DD PS.: I apologize for any mistakes and wrong words I use, It’s been too long since I researched about MW2 and Military stuff 😅

Price has known Ravine for a few years now but the soldier still surprises him in ways that he would never imagine. When he believes he finally grasped the depth of the weapo- Ravine’s abilities, the man swoops in with something unpredictable that has the captain stare at him like he just told him Laswell is firing Price.

Well not after today that is. Now he welcomes situations that could only happen in dreams with open arms so he can spare himself some stress.

The mission was easier than some things they were ordered to do.

The objective was to seize the contents inside the briefcase, it didn’t matter if the briefcase was lost as long as they got their hands on what was inside it. 

Ghost, Ravine, Gaz and Soap approached the enemy base on the mountains on foot as they ambushed them. However the opponent was one step ahead, hiding inside a hidden cave and fled with a jeep down the mountains, making a quick escape as the soldiers shot down the rest of the man.

Soap cursed, hoping to pop a tire with his gun but it was for naught as the bullets were caught by the many trees the vehicle passed through. Gaz let Price know that the objective is making pace down the mountain.

The captain’s voice echoed through one of their intercom radios.

“Ravine, time to fetch.”

They barely tilted their heads towards the mentioned male when they find Ravine darting past them at high speed. Their confusion flip into understanding as they have never seen him run before.

“The rest of you, make your way down and keep a lookout for strays hanging around.”

A few minutes later, they locate the jeep slammed sideways into a tree trunk making it almost fold in two. They quietly roam the area and quickly spot Ravine emerging from the back of the ruined car with a hand holding onto the case.

And that’s where they currently find themselves in when it happened.

“Ooohhh that looks bad, are you okay?” Gaz takes the briefcase from his hands, eyes worriedly staring at Ravine’s slightly bent arm with the bone poking out it.

“Aye.”

Without warning Ravine grabs his broken arm, pushing the bone back inside his flesh. A collective groan of pain and disgust echoed through the mountain from his action. 

Soap lifts a hand and averts his gaze from the scene as Gaz holds the briefcase in front of his face. Ghost scrunches his face from underneath the mask as Price’s voice echoes through, questioning the sudden silence.

The were impressed, sure… but whAT THE FUCK?!?!!?

While they are trying to explain to Ravine that, for a matter of fact, it was NOT okay to push your own bone back into your arm and it shouldn’t have been his first response to the open wound. It was DEFINITELY NOT NORMAL either to use that said broken arm the minute he ‘fixed’ it.

I mean okay, they did find that kind of cool but they were seriously getting worried about him. His blood was running down his forearm, staining his clothes red and he’s standing there like it was a daily occurrence.

Ghost marches towards Ravine and pokes a harsh finger to his helmet with ‘Don’t try this shit again’ glare, making the tall man recoil his head from the push.

“Sit down you muppet and refrain from moving that arm around.”

On the other side inside Price’s office, the captain exhales loudly; it could be heard outside the room. “Of course he did that…” He’s aging so quickly that he’s hoping he won't wake up the next day with a full set of white hair.

He waits by the entrance, seeing the truck in the distance growing bigger each second. He pushes himself from leaving on the wall and sees Gaz, Soap and Ghost instinctively grab onto Ravine who seems to plan a visit to the doctor.

While Ghost’s pushing from the front, one hand locked with Ravin’s while the other pushed against his chest, Gaz and Soap are pulling and tugging the man towards the medical facility.

Price sighs and the soldier’s stop in their tracks when they find him standing beside them watching them try to wrestle Ravine into a checkup. The captain crosses his arms over his chest, his head tilted slightly and a silent conversation is shared between him and the giant of a man.

Ghost can feel Ravine’s hand flinch and shake as he unconsciously tightens his grip on the shorter male’s hand. The lieutenant turns his head back, observing his body becoming tense making him look bulkier than he was.

The trio is shushed away as Price and Ravine go on their merry way.

“Man, he must really hate doctors.”

Ghost’s eyes linger on Ravine’s back, feeling something amiss. He doesn’t push or ask for an answer but questions are filling his head especially due to the sudden heat he could feel from his hand that was locked with his.

They were hiding something huge that was related to the abnormality that was Ravine but there were too many potential answers to piece together, like a puzzle without edges and weirdly shaped pieces.

He was sure Gaz and Soap were thinking the same thing but they didn’t dare risk breaking whatever frail bond they had with Ravine.

Who was Ravine before he became Ravine?

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Hiii idk if u are taking requests or requests for Lords Of Chaos so if u aren’t feel free to ignore this!!

I was wondering if you could do a Faust x Fem!reader where they meet for the first time at a party and Faust thinks she’s beautiful but is to scared to talk to her. But she also thinks he’s handsome and completely ignores Vargs attempts to flirt with her and keeps asking him questions about faust before finally getting up to go talk to him. the ending can be all fluffy and cute with them like falling in love or something. :))

Dark Party with an Happy End

warning : poor flirting form Varg, alcohol, kiss, fluff

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Info : Hi dear @tilldeathripsusapart I'm sorry that you waited so long but I haven't had my request open until now. I hope you enjoy reading it and have fun. Everybody else too :)

Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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It was actually an evening like any other. A weekend in which she had nothing planned and only watched the television with its infinitely boring channels. The silence of the room was only broken by the TV and the occasional sipping of the beer bottle.

But there wasn't really anything to do in this small town. ,,It's been a long night," she said as she sighed and laid her head on the soft pillows. She didn't even have a boyfriend to lean on, or a kiss to give, or even a bed to sleep with and pass the time. But she didn't have any of that.

So she could sleep just as well and actually wanted to follow this plan when her phone suddenly rang.Grumbling as she sat up from her comfortable position, she mumbled at the phone, ,,Coming, coming" as she picked up the receiver.

As soon as she picked it up she heard her friend Ann's voice. ,,Y/n come outside in ten minutes and I'll pick you up. Some wannabe musician is having a house party!" she heard her friend's voice shouting into the receiver, otherwise the background noise could only be heard. ,,Is your car exploding?" she asked, but by then Ann had already hung up and could hear the beep from the phone. Blinking apathetically and running her hand over her face, she looked back and forth between her television and her wardrobe.

Should she just stay here and sleep or would she get up and get some free booze and have a good time? Not even finishing the thought, she hung up the phone and hurried to the wardrobe. She just grabbed a pair of fishnet tights and a top with a short skirt to have as much freedom as possible while dancing.

Because she knew that when Ann meant ten, she usually meant only eight. She put on her clothes and hurried to her little make-up mirror, putting black lipstick on her lips.

Before she brought out her eyes with mascara and that had to be enough when she heard the horn of the car. ,,Coming!" she shouted, even though she knew Ann wouldn't hear her. She ran down the stairs without falling and grabbed her boots before jumping out of the house. ,,Finally, come on Euroynmous is there too" the blonde said and drove off just as the door closed.

After hurrying to the door, she smiled slightly and playfully slapped her friend on the shoulder. ,,Oh, Euonymous is there? Is the band there too?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in interest as she turned on the radio and smirked to herself. She saw the upset look on her friend's face as she muttered something under her breath before they both smirked.

A friendship with a rough tone in rough boring times nothing new and nothing old. ,,The black circle is there too if you want to find a cute little demon" Ann said as they pulled into the car park and both got out.

She could feel the anticipation building up in her, she liked the band had been to a few of the concerts and liked the whole group behind them. They were all a little strange, but the weirder the better, she thought.

As they walked together into the house, which had been taken over, they saw only moments later that at least the second vase had already been broken. ,,Ann! Come here!" shouted one with long dark hair who was definitely drunk when he recognised the blonde and pulled her into a hug.

Y/n knew the group, she had never spent days or weeks with them, but she had spent a few hours with them. But this time there seemed to be new people.

She recognised Euronymous, Dead, Necrobutcher and Hellhammer but the others were new. The leader of the group gave his girlfriend a kiss before putting an arm around her and pulling her close. ,,Y/n I'm glad you could come, make yourself comfortable," she heard him say in his voice, even though drunk, a charm she liked.

,,Thanks, I'll have a look around" she replied and saw a guy with a pentagram chain coming towards her. ,,Hi, I'm Occultus, I'll show you where the good stuff is," she heard him call, even though he was clearly drunk, he seemed to be more into it than he looked.

She was about to leave with her new acquaintance when she saw one stand out in the group. He was taller than the others not necessarily lanky he also had long dark hair. His dark eyes seemed to scan the room and yet she felt and saw him looking at her again and again.

There was something like fascination in his gaze and he hastily looked away when she gave him a small smile. One of the new ones, went through her mind as she walked with Occultus, who was babbling to her about some political views.

But she couldn't get this handsome new man out of her mind. He had something of a fallen angel about him, at least she found the idea that the forbidden was more beautiful than the real thing somehow pretty.

He was pretty, the long hair framing his face, the dark eyes silently observing everything, and yet the little blush on his cheeks that might have come from the alcohol or something else.

Who knows what they were feeling at that moment or whether it was just the alcohol. ,,So we're-" Occultus was about to begin, propping himself up on a nearby chair, when someone came up behind him.

One of the newcomers put his hand down on Occultus' shoulder, who seemed to almost collapse. The newcomer gave the chain-bearer a warning look and she thought she saw Occultus flinch.

Before he gave her a quick smile and went back to the others. Something had definitely happened between the two or Occultus would not have been so afraid and respectful of the newcomer.

Watching all this with an uncertain look she turned away from the new guy and started to mix a drink. ,,Hey sweetie, I see you know Mayhem?" he asked and she just nodded, ignoring the nickname and reaching for a beer from the fridge when she realised there was no such thing as a ,,drink and mix".

She ignored the look Varg gave her, she didn't like that kind of guy. It was clear to her what he wanted, it was clear that he was arrogant and probably wrongly so. Besides, he was not as cute as the stranger.

She saw him already open his mouth to say something when she said, ,,Who's the new tall one in your group?" before she reached past him and opened the fridge.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise and stepped aside to avoid being hit by the fridge door, which she slammed shut. ,,The long guy? That's Faust, he's quite a freak, only talks about death and watches horror films," he said and she could almost see something like unease flashing in his gaze. Both parties must have done things they weren't proud of, she thought.

As she walked past him and took the bottle opener to open both beers. ,,Hey sweetie tell me-" Varg started again and was interrupted by two beer mats and a flying beer opener that landed clattering in the sink as she walked out of the room. I wasn't here for you, sweetie, she thought for a moment, annoyed and hating the nickname he had given her.

Almost fleeing back to the group, she was saddened to see that Faust was not standing with the group. Looking around she was pleased to find the man she was looking for sitting on a couch watching a film.

Walking over to him, she saw him look from the television to her and smile at her hastily. ,,Hi," she heard him say before he slid to the side and made room for her. She shoved the beer into his hand and felt their fingertips touch. ,,Thank you," he said hastily and took a big sip of the drink.

She realised the film was Evil Dead and couldn't hide her grin. ,,Evil Dead a good one" she said and saw him looking at her, seemingly thinking about what to say. ,,The blood just makes it better and better," he muttered and she saw the redness still on his cheeks.

She nodded in agreement, seeing how this pleased him as he seemed to have finally found a kindred spirit. Nervous is even sweeter she thought and took a sip of the drink before turning to him. ,,Can I braid your hair?" she asked simply hoping he would say yes.

You had to make the best of what you had. Surprise showed in Faust's eyes as he looked around uncertainly. Before he nodded and slid closer to her mumbling a ,,Go on". Before she let her fingers wander through his hair and began to braid it. While they talked more and more about the film, horror and music.

Listening to him talk on and on about horror films, she heard him hum a few songs and yet the redness never left his cheeks. She was pleased that he gradually showed more trust and affection. That he overcame his fear and felt more and more comfortable.

At the end of the evening she not only braided his hair but they also exchanged numbers and he invited her to a film evening. ,,I'm looking forward to it," she said before she heard the sound of Ann's car.

Before she wrapped Faust in a hasty hug and gave him a final kiss on the cheek. ,,See you around, Faust!" she called happily before jumping into Ann's car and driving them both home. But the first movie date with Faust was the reward of the evening.

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@mayhem-things , @icarus-star

[gigi-smyth]

I don’t hurt John, he gets that I’m joking with him!

Who the hell is Icarus

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Hello!!!

[musemelodies]

hey folks, sorry for the radio silence today. long story short, i got scammed and permanently banned from discord due to a false report. (IF YOU GET ANY MESSAGES FROM ME ON THERE, DO NOT CLICK ON THEM.) i have never bought crypto and never will and it makes me sick. i spent several hours talking to who i thought was a trustworthy person, then spent another several hours changing passwords and locking accounts with the help of my sister and her partner and it's been incredibly stressful.

i also don't have access to my phone right now so that doesn't help. gonna try to go to tmobile later to get that fixed. please be safe, everybody. this has been an absolute nightmare.