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I was just think here about whump and humiliation, and after coming home from my university's prank (which I went to voluntarily), I feel like I have something to say.
Spoiled food. I swear to God I've washed my hair five times and it still smells like milk and fish. But just, covering a whumpee with dirty in general. They used spoiled food on us but the possibilities are endless. They made us crawl on the mess of flour, coffee powder, spoiled milk and egg afterwards and I'm pretty sure my clothes are going to trash (which I was also warned about lol)
Anyways, that's it. Throw shit at whumpees and make them crawl and lay on it. Takes days to get rid of the results.
#whump#whump writing#whump community#i smell like fish goddamit#how does one take away that smell? no clue
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11/13/23
Happy anniversary black ops cold war <3
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thank you for feeding us such quality ghost soap art mwah bye
And thank you for eating it up!! I love feeding you all w art of the murder lads - Here's some more to chew on :D Tarot Ghoap!
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“How’s your WIP going?”
"Have you made any progress?”
“How close are you to being done?”
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It needed to be done.
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do you think, for a potato chip, being dipped in an onion-based condiment is like seeing an old friend for the first time in years, both of you fundamentally changed and soon destined to die but nonetheless still here in this moment?
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More cute adler!
YESS!!! MINI ADLER but this time, with colors
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Uncle Woods 🥺❤️
Frank when he saw the bubby keychain: 🫵🫵 souvenir for David
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A chance in a million
What have you done?
Tags: Call of Duty, Black Ops: Cold War, Bell, Perseus.
Heavily inspired by @transmascsimonriley depiction of their relationship
Summary: after the events in Solovetisky, Perseus finds an old comrade.
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He should have seen it coming.
Now, watching the ruins of the monastery in Solovetisky, Perseus knew he should have seen it coming.
It started with the death of two of his agents. Arash and Qasim had a mission, and none of them came back.
Neither did Perseus's most trusted agent. And while they found the other two bodies, their was never found.
Then, things starting going south. His agents being picked out, Volkov, Rudnik... All dead. And the CIA closer and closer to him. He knew it. He knew, the second that the Lubyanka building was raided by Americans, that there was someone from inside giving them information.
And they finally got to him. Somehow, the CIA learned where he would detonate the bombs and destroyed the place first. That someone from inside needed to be close enough to know the details. There was only one left. Perseus didn't want to think about that possibility.
There was no point in despair. However, walking amongst the dead bodies of his men, it hurt. So many people that believed enough in his ideals to be willing to die for them, and in the end, they did just that. They would need buckets to collect such a huge amount of tags.
Perseus decided to take a walk to the cliff side, hoping to clear his mind. The Americans were gone, either way. They took what they wanted and left, leaving just destruction and pain in their wake. Such an American behavior.
He didn't expect the person he would find in that cliff side.
A body amongst a million. And yet, such a remarkable one.
His agent, sprawled on the ground as they slowly bleed out, betrayed by the Americans that used them for their own gains, and now cut off the loose ends. A protegee, an agent, a traitor.
Now dying right in front of him, after he spend months looking for them.
Perseus kneeled by the side of his agent, who was barely aware of what happened. The man sighed, shaking his head.
"Oh dear, what have you done?"
He muttered, more to himself than to the half conscious person in front of him. Pressing the wound to stop the bleeding from the bullet that pierced their chest, Perseus called for a medical team.
Maybe he had been betrayed, but he couldn't be sure just yet. And if hope is the last to die, he had to believe his agent had a good explanation.
Maybe, he could save that one life. Maybe, he could get an explanation. Maybe, just maybe, this one person would still be at his side on the end of this.
It was a lot of maybes. But what else can one do when everything in their life has been shattered?
Perseus picked up the body of his agent, and walked back to extraction.
Maybe, they would make it.
Maybe.
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Maybe there will be a part two, not sure yet!
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Yes I did die multiple times bc I was just sitting there staring at him 🥰
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All those folks who responded to my poll saying they like Black Ops. Hi, hello, we should be friends or something I guess
Frank Woods anyone?
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