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rdng1230 · 6 months

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10 things Easily fixable about That thing that happened: look, killing off Izzy Hands was always gonna hurt like a bitch. And it was a stupid decision, but what really made it worse was how many ways they could have made it better and specifically didn’t, so here’s a list in no particular order of general things that I think would’ve made things suck less, and a couple different story fix proposals. Maybe if I write it all out I can move on a little bit.

I know it was for budgetary reasons but it bothered me Ivan was killed off with one sentence and never mentioned again. I think what would have worked is if Ivan had been a little more fleshed out in s1, and then had him die on screen at the hands of a particularly dickish British naval officer in 2x01. Cut to episode 7 and said dickish Brit is Ricky’s number two. Izzy could have willingly and purposefully drawn the fire of officer asshole, as an acknowledgement of his failure to save Ivan and his past failures to be a proper protector of blackbeards crew, and to save the crew he’s now realized is his family that he is willing to die for. In addition I think that would’ve helped set up the British as being an actual formidable bad guy, because up to this point they were the most looney tunes ass villains on the high seas. Also it would’ve been an interesting symmetry to have the loyal pirate first mate vs. the loyal imperialist scumbag first mate. Think of the banter people.

I hate it when bad events in stories are predicated on having highly intelligent characters be complete idiots. You’re telling me Izzy fucking hands didn’t check noseless wonder for weapons? Fuck off. At least have a fellow soldier toss ricky a musket or something, or just have another soldier shoot him.

I think the main issue here is agency. Yes everyone consented to going into battle that way, but Izzy’s shooting was unceremonious, it wasn’t like he charged somebody or acted as bait, he just got hit by a stray bullet (It’s giving “your shirt” and I fucking hate it Iykyk)

Literally no one attempted medical intervention to help Izzy. Roach isn’t gonna stuff a rag in there? Jim isn’t gonna pass a knife to help rip Izzy’s clothes to visualize the wound? Fang and Frenchie aren’t gonna hold his hand? We’re not even gonna fucking try?!?!

if they had to center Ed’s issues with Izzy’s literal dying words, could we have at least have it be a big character moment for Ed to say “yes the crew is my family, but they’re yours too and I promise I’ll take care of them and make amends” like if DJ is so convinced of this father mentor thing (which seriously what the fuck is he even talking about) what’s more par for the course in this trope then the ole “you’re the man of the house now son you gotta take care of the family” routine

look, I know they got a short episode that they have to keep short. Cut a minute of time out of that breathtakingly awkward fishing sequence from the beginning and give Izzy’s death some breathing room. FFS the fallout from Karl’s and Lucius’s finger’s death had more reaction and more airtime than Izzy Hands (and more effect on the story)

Ricky fucking got away and no one talks about it. It would’ve been great if literally anyone had said “yeah we’re going after that guy” or “we may have won the battle but the British are always out there and one of these days we’ll meet again” just an acknowledgement that one guerilla battle at the republic of pirates was never gonna be the end of it.

this one hits close to home for me. I live on a boat, my mother is a licensed 100 ton ship captain. We’re seafarers goddamit and when we shake off this mortal coil we are buried (or cremated and scattered) at sea. Izzy Hands would not have wanted a land burial and he would’ve wanted to be buried at sea like the distinguished pirate he is, by the crew that became his family.

This segues into the burial at sea thing but maybe don’t bury him without his leg on, like just don’t do that. Don’t put his cravat and mothers ring where anybody could just come along and yank it off, Jesus.

I think frenchie being captain was a weird choice tbh. I love frenchie but he is a jester, a troubadour, a fae walking among us, the worlds handsomest grifter, but this dude does not want to be captain. However, if you had to make him captain I think it would’ve been nice to have had a scene post amputation where Izzy deliriously tells frenchie all these bits of advice about being first mate/captain and how Izzy had failed to be a good one in the past. I just loved the frenchie izzy bond in general and I would’ve loved another extra scene with them. This also would’ve lended itself well to frenchie being the one to outwardly grieve (the box opening up finally) during that minute of breathing room post death that I mentioned was needed earlier, maybe he would’ve reprised la vie en rose, or played a shanty/wake song that everyone could join in on.

I’m sure there are other things too that I’ve forgotten, but I think this covers most of it. Let me also say Izzy’s death was hardly the only issue I had with the finale, but that moment was the most egregiously and easily fixable (or at the very least mitigable) plot point. At the end of the day I think Izzy should’ve just not fucking died, but if they were gonna kill him, there were so many more respectful ways to do it.

#Izzy hands #ofmd s2 spoilers #everyone feel free to add on what I’ve missed #Ofmd

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mayflora-18 · 4 days

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Incorrect CoD Quotes #8

*Soap grabs a balloon filled with helium and inhales*

Price: Oh god not again!

Soap: HOW Are unicorns fake but a giraffe is real!?

Ghost: WHAT?

Soap: Like, what’s more believable?

Gaz: Where are you going with this?

Soap: A horse with a horn *aggressively claps on “horn”* ORRRRR a leopard moose camel with a 40 foot NECK?

Sherlock: I work with idiots 😑

———

Ghost: Does anyone else think…

Soap: That’s dangerous.

Ghost: That some people… just need a high five…

Price: That’s nice, Simon.

Ghost: In the head…

Roach: Yassss

Ghost: With a chair?

Gaz: Why are you like this?

———

Ghost: Okay, what does A stand for?

Roach: Arson.

Ghost: Aww you’re so good.

Soap: Okay B. What does B stand for?

Roach: Barson.

*Soap laughs*

Gaz: What stands for C?

Roach: Commit arson.

Ghost: Ooooooh!

Price: D!?

*Roach looks at Price and smiles*

Price, thinking: Please be normal.

Roach: Don’t come near me… I’m going to commit ARSON!!!!

*everyone else laughs*

Price, sarcastic: I raised him real well.

———

Sherlock: How did you take down Captain America?

Ghost, using a terrible German accent: Ve shot him in ze legs because his shield is ze size of a dinner plate.

König, overhears Ghost: …Fick dich🖕(“Fuck you” in German)

———

Ghost: Umm, do you have a pencil by any chance?

Rudy: No, but I have a knife…

Ghost: What-what?

Rudy: And I know how to cut a bitch… *whispers* Try me

———

*Rudy cooking in the kitchen*

Alejandro, walking in: Hey mi amor?

Rudy: ahuh?

Alejandro: If somebody told you they’d give you a million dollars for knocking me out, what would you do?

*Rudy immediately slaps Alejandro with a frying pan*

Rudy: Where’s my money?

Alejandro, on the floor: 😵‍💫

———

Roach, singing for Sherlock: Somebody come get her, she’s fucking up my dinner~

*Sherlock throws a plate at and he falls down*

Sherlock, singing for Roach: Somebody come get him, before I fucking end him!~

———

Nikolai: There’s a spider!

Laswell: So what do you me to do?!

Nikolai: KILL IT!

Laswell: YOU SAW IT FIRST!

Nikolai: YOU KILL IT!

Laswell: You’re the man!!

Nikolai: Since when?!

———

Stupid-drunk!Roach to Sherlock: You so crazy… I think I wanna have your babies.

Sherlock: 😐

Gaz, thinking: I don’t know if I should be confused or just jealous.

Soap, just confused: How would that even work?

Ghost : I think it’s time for you to go to sleep, Roach.

———

Sherlock: Listen. Am I the most attractive person in the world?

Soap: Is this a trick question?

Sherlock: No. But do I have a great personality?

Price: *face palms*

Sherlock: Also no. But do I wake up every morning and try to be the best person I can be?

Ghost, has only heard the first half of this bit before: I actually don’t know this one…

Sherlock: No.

Nikolai: …Sweetie, did Ghost get to you?

———

Price : Repeat after me: I can do this!

Nikolai: I can do this.

Price: I’m ready to burn some calories!

Nikolai: I’m ready to burn some calories.

Price: I’m done eating fast food and drinking alcohol.

Nikolai: …I’m ready to burn some calories.

Price: Alright, let’s get started!

———

Soap, Gaz, Ghost: Ahhh

Soap: We’re d-d-d driving in a-

Gaz: Car! Destination drug dealer’s-

Ghost: Bar! Pass the mic over to Price-!

Soap: Shit, we forgot Price.

Ghost: …But we can’t turn back because we’ve too far!

Gaz: We have to turn back, though. We can’t leave him.

———

Alejandro: You eat so fucking gross, Graves. Do you eat like that on dates?

Graves, cheeks puffed up with meatballs and marinara sauce on his face: …I don’t go on dates.

Alejandro: Exactly. There’s a reason why no one takes you on dates.

Graves: Well damn! Who hurt you today?

Alejandro: Bitch nobody.

———

Graves: Hey, Sergeant. …Soap.

Soap: What?

Graves: *hands Soap a coffee cup* Try this coffee and tell me what it tastes like.

Soap: *takes the cup and gives it a sip* Hazelnut?

Graves: I don’t know, I found it in the garbage.

*Soap tries to spit it out*

———

Gaz: Nikolai, what’s wrong with Sherlock? She seems angry.

Nikolai: She’s totally fine.

Gaz: Okay? Well, where’s Graves?

Sherlock, walking into the room: Maybe he got sick… or went missing… OR GOT HIT BY A BUS!!

Gaz: 🙊

*Sherlock leaves the room*

Gaz: Totally fine, huh?

Nikolai: Yeah… Totally fine.

———

Nikolai: So, the man that tried to kill you - what did he look like?

Sherlock: He was so hot. It was crazy.

Price: O-ok. But what did he look like?

Sherlock: I mean where should I start? Uh, he was tall, you know, maybe 6’3” or 6”4”? Uh absolutely just jaaacked! But not like scary-body-builder jacked. Like, he was ripped but he still had a soft touch. You could totally fall asleep in his arms.

Price: Alright what did his face look like??

Sherlock: Well- uh- y’know Brad Pitt?

Price: Yeah?

Sherlock: Forget Brad Pitt. This guy was hotter.

Nikolai: Hotter than Brad Pitt??

Sherlock: Hotter than Bradley Joseph Pitt.

Soap: That’s crazy!

Sherlock: I would pay money to gaze into those eyes again.

Gaz: Even after he tried to kill you?

Sherlock: I almost wish he’d stabbed me to death and took his time doing it just so the last thing I saw could’ve been those ocean blue eyes.

Ghost: I’m getting a little hot just off your description so I can only imagine how it felt to be there!

Sherlock: Insane.

Gaz: Gosh I can’t believe he was hotter than Brad Pitt.

Ghost: Hey, what did she say about Brad Pitt?

Gaz: Oh, shoot! I-I-I-I I’m sorry!

Soap: Yeah, forget Brad Pitt!

Gaz: Done! Forgotten! Who is he?

Ghost: He doesn’t exist.

Soap: He’s gone.

Gaz: Bradley David Pitt is no more.

Sherlock: Good!

Price and Nikolai: 😑

(Note: Sorry there was no post yesterday! There will be more later, promise!)

#call of duty #incorrect cod quotes #inspired by youtube #john soap mactavish #captain john price #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty oc #cod sherlock #chimera sherlock #gary roach sanderson #rudolfo parra #alejandro vargas #cod könig #kate laswell #cod nikolai #phillip graves

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izzyspussy · 5 months

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fic where the revenge crew obliterates low's crew even being taken by surprise because low's record is from twenty years ago, probably with a different crew, didn't he say he was retired? and they just broke it like. yesterday. they're fresh they're- well they're not spry but they're spring-loaded, they're traumatized, and they're pissed at being interrupted when they're finally getting a god damn break

and after it's all done, izzy is holding ned at gunpoint, and ned is shocked gobsmacked appalled can't believe this happened, and he asks izzy, aghast, if he's wearing makeup

and izzy says, "yes i am. and you have two choices. you can tell me i'm pretty and have a dance, or-" he cocks his gun "-you can die."

and somebody on low's crew is like. i mean. he is kind of pretty tho boss.

and then either ned refuses to be nice so izzy kills him, but the crew stays for the rest of the party and only roach and izzy get tortured, and only a little bit, because they like it. and then later, stede tells izzy he's proud of him for 'finding such a gentlemanly solution to their predicament' and izzy annoyance-fucks him.

OR. ned does tell izzy he's pretty and has a dance and then he's the one who has the privilege of torturing him and getting annoyance-fucked. god i wish that was me.

#jack facts #ofmd #stizzy #hc

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that-storming-writer · 1 year

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I Am Not A Hero

CW: Death, blood mention

Hero barely registered Villain's harsh words as they vacantly stared at Civilian's corpse. A smoldering hole still sizzled in their chest as Superhero looked at them with disdain. Hero's insides twisted as the reality of the situation set in.

Villain had killed someone.

No...

Superhero had killed someone.

Maybe...

Hero had killed someone. They let someone die, watching as the life disappeared from their eyes.

Yes. They were no hero.

Villain's nails dug into their shoulders, partially pulling them from their trance. "Answer me, dammit! That's the least you could do!" Hero stared at them, their tongue heavy. How did speaking work again?

Superhero stepped over the body and prowled to the pair. Her emotionless eyes shifted from Hero to Villain, studying them like a predator did with its prey.

"Don't you think you've done enough, Villain?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"It's bad enough that Civilian's dead. It's going to be worse for you if you continue harassing my teammate." Villain's eyes blazed as they took a step toward Superhero.

"How dare you! You pushed them into the crossfire!"

Superhero snorted. "No, Villain. You were firing erratically, and they got caught in the crossfire. That's what I'm assuming, at least. I'm not entirely certain you weren't targeting Civilian. What do you think, Hero?"

Hero stiffened, snapping their gaze to their superior. "I...um... I-I don't--"

"Think carefully, Hero; the agency will need to hear exactly what happened. I know it's overwhelming--just remember what you were doing by watching everything. You watched how Civilian ended up in the crossfire. Watched them try to run for cover as Villain attacked. Watched Villain hit them and die."

Superhero was right; they had accomplished nothing by standing there and watching Civilian die. They were useless. They were not a hero.

"Don't tell me you're actually considering this!" Villain snapped.

Hero turned back to their nemes-- No, their friend; one of the few people they could count on. Despite the criminal's unyielding anger, Hero caught the subtle glint of anguish in their brown eyes.

"Don't tell me you're going support Superhero's version of things, support her lies. Don't tell me you're going to betray Civilian, betray me! You--"

Villain's snarl was cut off by Superhero clamping a hand around their throat and yanking them toward her until their noses were nearly touching. They let out a feeble squeak as Hero watched with wide eyes, unsure of what to do for the second time that day.

"Quit talking to them. You're obviously trying to manipulate them, get them to cover for you and verify your lies. You should be disgusted with yourself, Villain. It's not enough you killed Civilian, you have to hurt Hero too." Villain squirmed in Superhero's grip, desperate for a breath of air. The hero's hold loosened a fraction, allowing the criminal to breath on her terms.

"I'm manipulating them?" They chocked out a laugh. "That's rich coming from you."

Superhero squeezed again, cutting off Villain's air supply and making them squirm. Hero was frozen once more. Someone needed their help--Villain needed their help, but all they were good for at the moment was watching someone they cared about choke instead of doing something to help them. They were not a hero.

"Perhaps I've been too lenient on you, Villain. I've let you get away with too much, and now you've killed somebody." Superhero loosened her grip again, eyeing Villain with a faint smile. "This city has a roach problem that's steadily growing. For now, it's manageable, though it won't always be. Perhaps it's time I start disposing of the roaches before the city becomes infested." The anger was sapped from Villain in instant. Their faced paled and their visible fear was hard to overlook.

"You can't kill me! Y-you can't!"

"For the good of the city, I can."

Superhero was going to kill Villain...

Superhero was going to kill Villain!

Hero stared, their thoughts whirling at the outcomes until their mind cleared. They looked from the criminal to their teammate, and condensed the air around their hand until they held a knife. They couldn't save Civilian, but they could save Villain.

Hero barely registered their movements until Superhero crumbled to the ground, desperately gurgling for air. She clawed at her throat, and her breathing steadily became shallower until her body stilled, dead as Civilian a few lengths away. Hero stared at their red hand--the knife had already dissipated back into the air.

Hero had killed someone, their own teammate no less. Superhero was dead. That wasn't a good thing. Right?

Villain took a deliberate, slow step forward. Speckles of Superhero's blood decorated their face while faint bruises began forming around their neck.

"Hero?" Their voice was hoarse and strained from Superhero's hold.

"We need to go, before the others get here."

"Are...are you okay? You just--"

"I know what I did!" They snapped, causing the criminal to flinch. They drew in a deep breath, calming themself. "I know what I did. I-I couldn't let her kill you. I wouldn't let her kill you, Villain."

The criminal sighed, nodding. "I... Thank you, Hero, for saving my life. You're right, though, we should get going."

Villain offered a comforting smile and their hand. Hero took it in an instant, following them away from the scene and cooling corpses. They were not a hero, but maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

#hero x villain #villain x hero #heroes and villains #heroes and villains community #I had a lot of fun writing this one #I've been listening to the Ghost Quartet soundtrack again and was inspired by a couple of the songs #Subway and Hero specifically inspired this #though I also listened to I Don't Know on repeat as well #Also I think I did the warnings right #but if anyone has any issues feel free to let me know

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mysticstarlightduck · 25 days

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OC vs Cockroach Tag Game

I'm back (or trying to be, at least) and will try to catch up on my asks and tag games, my friends 💜

Thanks to @illarian-rambling for the tag (here)!

I'll go with some of the characters from the main cast of my WIP Of Starlight and Beasts (since I've already done this for a few of my other WIPs, such as Enchanted Illusions and Realms of Loss if I'm not mistaken)! This is going to be fun (:

Corah 9/10 - Doesn't really mind it, as long as it's like, scurrying far away. But will step on it no questions asked if it gets too close or starts being a bother, though all her courage towards it will vanish when the roach starts to fly.

Arammys 6/10 - Is very curious, albeit disgusted and from a distance, about the strange creature. Probably doesn't want to kill it, but is very uncomfy with the bug all the same. One of his friends either kills the roach for him or takes it far away.

Eidan 12/10 - Drop kicks it so fast even the roach's atoms cease from existence. Cosmically obliterates the roach with that kick. Does it so fast his friends are probably in shock at his reflexes. Proceeds to walk it off like nothing happened and tries to carry on any interrupted conversation too.

Rin ???/10 - Eats it as a lil snack. 😃 In front of everyone. Making unbreaking eye contact. Is probably unaware of why everyone is so disturbed by what he just did too.

Masen 1/10 - Will scream and try to jump into somebody's arms, climb some kind of furniture, or stand behind Kyran (or anyone who can stand in between him and the bug as a shield) until the insect is dealt with. If the roach flies towards him or worse, touches him, he'll probably cry and end up vomiting.

Tomasa 9/10 - Depends on her mood. If she's happy and generally okay with life, she'll gently just find a jar or something to pick up the roach and take it outside to nature. If not, shoes - or anything throwable she can get her hands on - will be flying towards the roach at the speed of light.

Kyran 10/10 - Doesn't mind and doesn't care. Is more annoyed at his twin's (Masen) breakdown about the roach than bothered by the bug itself. Will ignore it and let someone else go through the trouble of getting rid of the insect.

Leora 9/10 - Has a mini heart attack upon noticing a roach in the vicinities. Collects herself quickly though, and instantly burns/disintegrates it with her magic. If she's feeling especially petty, she might pick it up with a spell and place it in Masen's room just to watch the chaos unfold later on.

Florynce 8?/10 - Befriends it. Due to her powers, she might actually be able to communicate with it, and if she has the time, might engage in some kind of conversation with the insect. (It wouldn't last though, as her pet raven would be overjoyed at the free snack walking around on the floor, and so the bird would just swoop down and eat it.)

Tagging (gently) - @thepeculiarbird, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @little-peril-stories, @littleladymab, @clairelsonao3, @oh-no-another-idea, @conkers-thecosy, @crowandmoonwriting, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @mk-writes-stuff, @anyablackwood, @lassiesandiego,@steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @cowboybrunch and OPEN TAG

#oc vs cockroach #writer tag games!#fun tag games!#writing #writeblr #writers #my writing #my characters #character writing #writers on tumblr #writerblr #my wips

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macravishedbymactavish · 10 months

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O N E S H O T S

T A S K F O R C E 1 4 1

Seeing Ghosts // Platonic! Ghost & Soap x GN!Reader

Somebody Come Get Him // TF141 x M!Reader

Call Me Babydoll // TF141 x GN!Reader

Pro Memoria // General COD one shot (GN!Reader)

Game Over // TF141 x GN!Reader

Cpt. Squeaks // TF141 Drabble

J O H N "S O A P" M A C T A V I S H

Taco Watch, or is it warning? // Soap x GN!Reader

Can We?! // Soap x GN!Reader (unofficial pt 2 to Taco Watch)

Kindly Worded Text Message // Best Friend!Soap x GN!Reader

Just Pretend // Platonic!Soap x GN!Reader

A Symptom of Being Human // Soap x GN!Reader

Hear | See | Say // Soap & Hesh (Ghosts) x GN!Reader

First Date // Soap x GN!Reader

S I M O N "G H O S T" R I L E Y

Equinox // Ghost x GN!Reader

Uncle Simon // From the Riptide Universe

Hasn't Killed Me Yet // Ghost x GN!Reader

That's Casper // Ghost x GN!Reader

K Y L E "G A Z" G A R R I C K

MH 4.18.2011 // Gaz x GN! Reader

C P T J O H N P R I C E

G A R Y "R O A C H" S A N D E R S O N

Leave a Light On // Roach x GN!Reader

R O L D O F O "R U D Y" P A R R A

Language Lessons // Rudy x F!Reader

H E A D C A N O N S

*Fall4Rudy Submission

Hugging // + König

First "I love you"

Comforting Them // + Alex Keller

Dishes vs Laundry // + Alex Keller

S E R I E S

Riptide // TF141 x M!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

Deep End // Unnamed MW2 character x GN!Reader

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

12 Through 15 // COD x GN!Reader Angst

| Coming Soon | Ongoing | Completed |

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #könig cod mw2 #call of duty #callofduty #cod mw2 2022 #cod mw2 masterlist #konig #roldofo parra x reader #roldofo parra #rudy parra

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nonbubblysoap · 2 months

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question for anyone really, the other roach fic I had in mind (dw chapter 3 is nearly done)

I was thinking something happens and roach finds himself in the hands of the enemy, instead of hurting him or killing him for getting too close they watch over him until he’s either big again, or until somebody comes for him.

he’s in his own world calling everyone mama while they’re panicking about being killed for this. they do the right thing and radio on an open mic for the 141 to hear(????)

#gary roach sanderson #call of duty #cod #cod agere

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xieyaohuan · 1 year

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A Love-Hate Relationship (Squealing Santa 2k22)

A/N: Happy holidays, @amazingmsme! Hope you enjoy the fic! Big thanks to @hypahticklish for hosting this year's @squealing-santa (it's my first)!

Fandom: The Witcher

Pairing: Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer

Prompt: Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer Geralt/Jaskier Jaskier/Yennefer ~Jaskier accidentally lets it slip that he likes being tickled & they take advantage ~ Geralt & Yennefer have fun bullying their favorite bard & turning him into a giggly puddle

Word count: ca. 1400

It’s early in the morning when Jaskier wakes up.

He yawns, stretching his arms above his head as he exits the tent. The air is crisp, and he can feel the grass crunching underneath his boots.

Geralt and Yennefer are already outside, sitting in front of the fire, warming their hands, drinking tea.

“Good morning!” Jaskier announces. “Another beautiful day!”

Geralt grunts something unintelligible that sounds suspiciously like “Morning.” He looks grim as usual, but Jaskier has known him long enough to know how to read his face; he’s in a better mood than most days.

Yennefer is scowling at Jaskier from underneath the hood drawn deep into her face, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea. Do you ever shut up, bard? Her eyes say.

“Good morning to you as well. Did you have sweet dreams?” Jaskier gives her his most cheerful smile. “I slept wonderfully,” he continues without waiting for a reply he knows won’t come — Yennefer is not a morning person.

He trudges over to Geralt, who is stirring the fire with a stick.

“What are your plans for today? Kill a koshchey? Slay a striga?” Jaskier is hardly paying any attention to the steady trickle of words pouring out of him like a waterfall. “Banish a banshee? Mangle a mamune? Tickle a kikimora?”

Geralt tears his eyes away from the fire, glaring at him. “I wasn’t tickling that kikimora,” he grunts.

Jaskier grins. He’ll never get tired of reminding his friend that his fight with the monster just a few days ago certainly looked like a tickle fight.

“Oh, but would you like to though?” He asks. He just can’t resist; Geralt is too easy to tease.

Geralt exhales forcefully, not dignifying his question with a reponse.

“Or perhaps you’d like to be tickled by a kikimora?” Jaskier offers. “Perhaps some other monster? Oh let me guess-“

“Don’t like getting tickled,” Geralt cuts him off gruffly.

“What?” The bard feigns shock. “You don’t like being tickled? That’s unheard of.”

Geralt only scowls at him in response, but Yennefer looks up, suddenly interested in the one-sided conversation that annoyed her so much just minutes ago, her deep purple eyes meeting Jaskier’s. “So you like being tickled?” She asks, and Jaskier swears there’s a hint of a smile on her face.

“Of course I like being tickled! Everyone likes being tickled,” he proclaims, perhaps a bit too carelessly, he thinks in hindsight.

“You do?” She gets up, taking a step towards him.

Jaskier gulps. He’s only now noticing the look in her eyes, that dark, amused sparkle that suggests she’s not trying to make polite conversation with her question.

He can feel his cheeks blushing slightly. “Maybe… just… just a little bit?” He ventures, shrinking back as she takes another step towards him.

The truth is, Jaskier has a love-hate relationship with tickling. He’s so ticklish it’s invariably unbearable while it’s happening, but he’s also irresistibly drawn to the thought of somebody’s hands dancing over his helpless body, finding all his sweet spots, making him laugh uncontrollably until all he can do is beg them for mercy.

“Hmm,” Yenn says. “Just a little… I see.”

“I… I think I better go… feed Roach! Yeah, yeah, I gotta feed Roach, he’s not had breakfast yet, I bet he’s really hungry, wouldn’t want to let him starve, would we,” Jaskier awkwardly attempts to change the topic. He’s trying to squeeze past Yennefer, but his legs have turned to pudding.

Perhaps it’s because he’s dealing with an ancient mage thrice his age who likes power just a little too much and has a loose moral compass around wielding her own. Or perhaps, it’s just her eyes and the thought of what awaits him next that are freezing him in place. All Jaskier knows is that he can’t move, and it’s beginning to dawn on him that, perhaps, just perhaps he has made a mistake with his overly honest admission.

“He likes being tickled. Did you hear that, Geralt?” Yennefer is beaming, all the morning grumpiness wiped off her face, replaced by a devious smile.

Geralt looks up, rolling his eyes. “It was hard to miss.”

Her smile is getting wider. “I say we should verify.”

Before Jaskier fully realizes what is happening, she has pushed him to the ground, straddling him. He tries to wiggle out from underneath her, but she’s effortlessly pinning him in place with just her knees.

“Oh, damn.” He chuckles nervously. “I’d completely forgotten that you’re so much stronger than you look.”

Yenn does not respond, but her hands are hovering over his stomach, wiggling slightly, and just seeing those hands is turning Jaskier to jelly.

“Wait, wait, wait!” He wails. “I’m not ready! I’m not-”

Before he can get out another word, she’s attacked his sides.

Jaskier lets out an involuntary eeeeeek, trying to suppress the giggles welling up inside of him as her hands move down and start squeezing his hips.

When Yennefer unbuttons his doublet and pulls up his shirt, scribbling her fingers directly over his exposed skin, he can’t hold back anymore.

It’s just too much.

Jaskier throws his head back and starts laughing. All his efforts to fend off her hands are failing. She’s too fast for him, her fingers alternating between tickling his stomach, his ribs, his sides.

“Help!” Jaskier manages between bouts of laughter. “Geralt, help! Help me!”

He knows he’s made another mistake when he catches a glimpse of his friend’s face. Instead of telling Yennefer to cut it out so he can continue to drink his tea and stare into the distance in peace, Geralt gets up and walks over slowly.

He grabs Jaskier’s wrists and pins his arms above his head effortlessly with just one hand, leaving his other hand free to-

“Nohohohh,” Jaskier squeals. “No, no, no, NO! Wait!”

His protestations are falling on deaf ears as Geralt’s hand starts dancing over his belly, finding Jaskier’s most sensitive spots with surprising ease, the bard’s pleas drowned out by hysterical laughter.

“I think we have a sweet spot riiiight here!” Yennefer is digging her fingers into his lower ribs while Geralt is pulling up his arms up, stretching him until he can't move a muscle, and somehow, that’s making the tickling so much worse.

Being immobile and so completely at the mercy of his friends is doing something to Jaskier’s brain, making him panic, screaming at him to escape at all cost, his dignity be damned.

“Alright, alright!” He cries between giggles. “Please! Plea-plea-pleheahease!!”

“Please what? ‘Please don’t stop?’ ‘Please tickle me some more?’” Yennefer is pinching his thighs, sending jolts through his entire body, making sure that all that comes out of Jaskier’s mouth is more desperate laughter.

“Hmmm…” Geralt hums, his face still a mask. “I think you do like getting tickled.” He turns his head to Yenn. “What do you think? Is he enjoying it?”

“Oh, just look at him,” Yennefer says, laughing now, “he’s loving it!”

Jaskier can feel his face flush, and it’s not just from all the uncontrollable giggling and squirming. He is loving it, in a twisted kind of way, but there’s also something about hearing those words said out loud that’s making him flustered.

“I’m sorry!” He squeals, not quite sure what he’s even apologizing for — teasing Geralt a little too often? Talking too much? Being so deadly ticklish? “I’m sohohohohorry!”

“Oh, are you now?” Finally, there’s a smirk on Geralt’s face, and between fits of helpless laughter, Jaskier can’t help but feel proud to have made his friend smile.

They take turns pinning and tickling him until Jaskier can’t tell up from down and left from right.

“Stop!” He cries, his legs kicking helplessly. “Mercy! Mehehehehehercy!”

“But I thought you liked it so much,” Yennefer teases. “Why would you want us to stop?”

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When they finally do stop what feels like hours later, Jaskier collapses on the ground, gasping for air.

He’s still panting minutes later when Geralt and Yennefer have returned to the fire and resumed drinking their tea, but there’s a content smile on his face. “I can see why you won that tickle fight the other day, Geralt,” Jaskier calls. “That kikimora didn’t stand a chance.”

Geralt glares at him, but then his glower turns into a mischievous grin. “Oh, you do love it, don’t you?”

“Nononono wait no wait wait!” Jaskier squeals as Geralt pins him to the ground, attacking his ticklish belly once more.

It’s only the morning, and it looks like it’s going to be a long day.

#squealing santa #squealing santa 2k22 #gift exchange #the witcher #tickle fic #jaskier #geralt of rivia #yennefer of vengerberg #lee!jaskier #ler!geralt #ler!yennefer #mine

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Alone No Longer

Gods, Ciri is exhausted. Cold too, so cold that she can no longer feel her legs underneath Vereena's pretty dress. They've been spread wide astride Roach's saddle for hours, catching gust after gust of freezing cold wind, her hair decorated with snowflakes.

Where is she? All the forest looks the same, dark with glowing white trees with glowing white ground, the stars shining bright as she snowstorm ravages on and on.

Where's Geralt? He told her that people bound by destiny would always find each other, he promised her that he'd come to her after she left with his horse. What was in that house? A beeza? A brooksha? Whatever it was was dangerous enough to make his face to chalky white and his eyes black depths because of that potion, and surely that's a bad thing? It has to be, he'd killed things to feed her and never did that. Is that little vial just for monsters? She can't tell, all the girl can tell is that she's lost, cold, exhausted and really sad.

She's greatful that the horse didn't buck her off or hasn't bolted with one of the great roars of wind. Roach could be just as temperamental as her master, she's seen her headbutt him in the face for no reason, and in the next breath lick a long stripe of slobber from chin to hairline. It was very gross, but rather amusing.

"I'm sorry, girl." Ciri moved her leg to run her foot across the cold horse flesh. Her hands are frozen tight to the stirrups, she didn't think she could move them if she tried. "I don't know where to go, what to do?"

What the fuck did Geralt expect her to do? Roach is outside the gate, if anybody other than me leaves this place, ride for your life. Okay, that happened, Vereena was blasted out of the manor, she rode like hell down the hills and streams. But what now? Go somewhere? Go back? Wait for him standing in place? Or keep riding his poor, cold horse in circles until he managed to find them? How could he find them? Surely Roach's tracks were filled with snow now, so what did he want her to do?

Ciri wished now more than ever that he wasn't so grumpy and grouchy and so uncoval, she would really have appreciated another step to that plan of his. Because if he had, she wouldn't be here, cold, tired, lost, riding around in circles just wishing he was here.

Was it Geralt that she wanted? Or Calanthe? Mousack, Eist? Maybe even Dara or Adam. Just somebody to be there, so she didn't have to keep looking over her shoulder as she horse danced in the snow beneath her, waiting for a hunter or a monster or a feather hared Knight who haunted her dreams and made her scream.

"Come on, Geralt." she whispers, wiping the snow from her lips, urging Roach on. The horse continues slowly, she ducks her head down, shivering at the feeling of the snow against the back of her neck. It's cold and wet and she desperately wishes to wake up in Nivelen's lovely bathtub or comfy bed and none of this would have ever happened.

Finally, the girl reaches a hollowed out alcove of a clifface. How far has she ridden? What time is it, will Geralt come?

She can't get off the horse without help. It was only because Nivelen has stored a box near where Geralt situated his mare that Ciri could climb on, but now? No box, no tree stump, no grumpy witcher? She's stuck up here, so once she steers the horse so her side presses against the dry wall, and a pathetic rooftop covers Roach at least, Ciri leans down and rests her face in the damp, knotted mane.

"I'll tell him to brush you whenever he comes back. You deserve as much, don't you, girl? Stuck with me in the eye of the storm." she murmurs. Gods, what kind of crazy person talks to horses? Has her few hours of solitude been the thing that sends her around the twist?

Her face is numb from the cold, and she wishes that either her cloak or Geralt's was there with her. Give her some sort of protection against the elements, because now that she has to be awake the rest of the night, or until the witcher finds her, the last thing she'll do is fall asleep and possibly get her protectors beloved mare stollen or killed.

"Come back, Geralt." she whispers, tears being the only thing that burns her right now. Could Vereena have killed him? Could she have lost another so quickly after her family?

Her eyes want to close, and she fights hard to keep them open. She can do this, maybe he's got a tracker device somewhere, maybe he's been following her this entire time, maybe he's part dog and has caught her scent and is running to them.

She giggles, delirious. Geralt, a dog? She must be loosing it.

She wishes this happened after a full night's sleep, that Vereena didn't start trouble until dawn, half a night sleep after so much exhaustion isn't sufficient. Its hardly good for one's wits to be so tired.

"Geralt." she whispers his name, not sure why. Roach twists her head, winnying. Ciri rubs her leg against the horse again, hoping she won't bolt. Just a moment of rest, that's all she needs. Just a moment-

"Ciri!"

Thr girl wakes with a start, feeling her damp dress stick to her back, and her back pop loudly with how quickly she sits up. Her body tenses and she gasps, but soon sags in the saddle as she finally sees the white haired witcher trudging towards her.

It's light out now, an hour or so after dawn, the sky has a reddish hue. He is a stark contrast against the white of the snow, all black with his hood pulled up, hiding his hair. But his eyes are as bright as ever, and she exhales with relief.

"Thank the gods." she mutters, shaking the snow from her hair. She's not cold anymore, numb now. It's better than shivering, she thinks, and now Geralt can do his witchering stuff and build her a fire to relive her.

Geralt grumbles as he reaches her, he spares a moment to rub at Roach's neck before he stops at Ciri's feet.

"I didn't think you'd go that far." he grumbles, reaching up to grab her. His hands almost connect around her waist, and she's pulled down from the saddle, groaning as she begins to feel her limbs again.

"She wouldn't stop. And you didn't tell me how far to go." Ciri's knees buckle as soon as he puts her on her feet, so he helps her sit instead.

"Gods, you're like ice." He grunts, touching a large hand to her cheek. She closes her eyes, feeling his warmth. How is he so warm? Another witcher trick?

"What happened?" she questions, only now realising that he's got blood on his face. Vereena's blood, Nivillen's?

"Found the bruza, she was feeding on Nivillen." He winces as he says the name. "Tried to get her off, she blasted me away. And we fought for a bit, she tried to bite me. He stabbed her, I ended it. And he told me things that-" he trails off. "-things that changed my opinion of him. We're not going back there." He trails. Ciri doesn't remember hearing him speak so much. He looks at her, scanning and looking for something she's not quite sure of. "I'll get you to a cave somewhere secure-" he decides. "-hunt you down a couple of birds, build a fire to warm you two up." He probably speaks more to himself than her, listing things he needs to accomplish to give himself something else to think about.

"Okay." she whispers, swallowing back another noise as he helps her up. He looks at her again for a moment, unclasping his cloak and sliding it over her shoulders. It's warm, and she sighs with the relief.

"Come on-" but he doesn't let her speak as he picks her up and plops her back onto Roach. He swings up behind her, reaching over to grab the reins. Roach huffs, but begins to walk obediently. "-try and rest, girl. I'll get you to safety."

#geralt and ciri #the witcher netflix #geralt of rivia #cirilla of cintra #fanfiction #ciri is his baby #dadralt #geralt is the best dad #witcherfanfiction #i love him #season 2 fix it #witcher season 2 #Nivillen #vereena #cirilla fiona elen riannon #princess cirilla

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heysawbones · 1 year

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Vibes, Lore, and Ghost Stories

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I don’t consider myself a “ghost person”. As in, I don’t specifically believe in ghosts. Mostly, I believe in vibes. Some places have vibes, and the vibes are bad. Here is some Vibes Lore about the house I spent the most time in, growing up.

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The house was one story. Brick. Mid-century vintage - 1952, IIRC (Ed. I looked it up; it’s 1956). Pretty big, maybe around 2000 square feet. 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms. My grandparents bought it after my uncles thoroughly destroyed the house they lived in before. Other houses on the block were probably from around the same time period, though they were in better condition. We were right next to a city ditch, one of the real big ones. We had lots of roaches - the normal ones and the tree variety. Animals liked to fall down in the walls and die from time to time.

The first things I remember about the place are dust so heavy it hung in the air, and how overgrown the backyard was. Clearing the backyard revealed a stone block set into the ground with dates engraved on it. I don’t remember the dates, and I don’t think anybody ever found out why the stone was there. One was inevitably reminded of a grave marker.

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Nobody said as much initially, but it turned out that I was not the only person who found this stone at least mildly off-putting. I didn’t find this out until later, but supposedly, one of my uncles asked our neighbors about the history of the house. Again, supposedly, nobody had lived in the house for a long time. The last people who lived there were a group of stoners. One of them was a redheaded woman who hung herself from the tree in the front yard. Somebody else was either stabbed or killed on the side of the house between us and the neighbors. It was true that a branch of the big tree in the front yard had conspicuously been cut off, but I have never found any historical record verifying any aspect of this story. All I know is that some parts of the house were more oppressive than others. I didn’t find that the oppression vibes correlated specifically to the story, though the front bedroom facing the neighbor’s house certainly qualified. The other notably oppressive places: the kitchen, and “facing the backyard”.

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I’ve had sleep hallucinations and nightmares as long as I can remember. They didn’t start in that house. They sure were vivid, though. I remember waking up to get water. I would go to the bathroom because the kitchen was Scary. I wanted to sneak past the sliding hall door that opened onto the dining room and kitchen, but it was open. I was greeted with the distinctive sound of a barbershop quartet coming from the living room. I peered out. The TV was off. Everything was off. Nobody was out there. Once, I woke up to a shirtless man sunk half through the floor, jerking in uncontrollable spasms while screaming. Another time, I got up to get water and the hall was full of stalactites and stalagmites. I’m pretty sure that one was a hallucination. Once, my mom threw a roll of toilet paper at me to wake me up, and then insisted she hadn’t when I asked her about it later. I’m pretty sure that one was real and did not involve anything even remotely spooky.

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Here’s a fun example of horror movie shit turning out to have a completely rational explanation: my mom, my stepdad, my stepbrother, and me all slept in that front bedroom. One day, dark brown-red drippy looking stuff appeared on the walls around where my mom and stepdad slept. - the walls facing the purported suicide tree and the Stabbing Zone. It got darker over the next few days. It really, really did look like dried blood appearing out of fucking nowhere and scared my stepfather so badly that he refused to sleep in there for a while. I noticed that the wall, in addition to being Haunted as Fuck, seemed oddly shiny from some angles, but I had no further insight.

My grandfather told my mom to turn off the humidifier she slept with. She did, and the blood (mostly) went away. As you might’ve guessed, it wasn’t blood at all, because this isn’t the Exorcist or whatever. It was just fifty fucking years of nicotine build-up on nasty, nasty walls. Apparently hydrating it caused it to congeal and change color. Scrubbing the walls took care of the rest.

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Shortly after, my stepbrother set their mattress on fire. Not ghosts. Just vibes.

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I constantly felt like I was being watched. This probably wasn’t ghosts, either. It was probably also vibes. This didn’t stop me from trying to bargain with said vibes. I thought it would be nice if I didn’t feel like the vibes were boring holes into the back of my head.

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Once, at dawn - when it was bright enough out, and I was old enough, not to avoid the dark of the kitchen - I went in there to get water. One of my uncles shuffled in at the same time. Someone had left some Kraft singles out on top of the microwave overnight. They lifted off the microwave, then kinda,, nonchalantly plapped onto the floor. We looked at each other, said nothing, and left the room. Later, when I asked my uncle, he replied, “sometimes I hear people talking in the vents when nobody is home.” That was all he had to say about it.

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I still have nightmares about that house.

#blah blah blah #ghost stories #vibes

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batsarebetterthanpeople · 7 months

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It's been a second since somebody said something this stupid.

I need to periodically remind everyone that the navy is cops. Stede killed two cops. Roach punched a cop. Jim threw a knife through a cop's hand. They took officers of the law hostage. You know what Izzy did when presented with fucking cops? He sold other queer people out to them. So I want that fucking tool to repeat that "Izzy is queer as in start a riot everyone else is queer as in love wins" line in genuine sincerity. Your redemption arc is unconfirmed, but you know what is confirmed, that Izzy is a cop calling Karen and the crew of the revenge would beat cops with a nail bat if given the chance. That's where we left season one. We don't actually know much about season 2 other than that it looks like Izzy is telling the navy guy with the missing nose that the crew of the revenge doesn't know anything about piracy, which doesn't seem very redemptiony to me.

Also genuinely if you think Con "vote the torries out, sucks that the queens dead" O'Neill is radical I'm laughing at you. Laughing my ass off even. If you met a real anarchist you would shit your pants and dial 911.

I don't fucking care if you like Izzy but admit that you like a cop calling villain played by a man who would clutch his pearls at an overturned cop car. If you actually wanted a leather daddy fighting for your rights Ed and Fang skinned a racist I'd start there.

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fanficsforheartandsoul · 1 year

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You’re Somebody Else | Ghost x Fem!Reader | Prologue

Update: I split the prologue because I feel like the pacing fits better if it’s split into two parts.

Note: This is based on a request which I changed a bit since I did not play any other Call of Duty game besides Modern Warfare 2 (2022). I did a bit of research tho for the older games so I hope it’s not complete bullshit that I’m pulling out of my ass, also related to the military stuff xD

Thank you for this first request of my current favorite character :))

Also a warning, this series will be angsty as hell but I’m not planning to make it very long, as I learned my lesson with a certain witcher fic xD

This fic has religious undertones at least in this part, I hope I don’t make anyone uncomfortable with this. I grew up Christian (tho I’m an atheist now) and I thought a bit about how I would react if I was suddenly in a parallel universe where I and several other people are supposed to be dead.

Warnings: Death, Mentions of Gore, Angst, COD Typical Violence, Mentions of Original Characters, Mention of Religion and Hell, Inaccurate Depiction of Medical Stuff, Injuries and prolly Military, Transmigration (lol)

Summary: You watched him die and yet he’s somehow still alive. You’re certain that you’ve died too and yet you’re still kicking. Is this a message from the universe? A second chance to make things right? To confess? You want to believe it but you quickly realize that he’s not the same man you knew and loved. Yet your heart is fluttering when he touches you. Can you love this new version of him?

Word Count: 1.2k

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Part I, Part II, Part III, ...

“Fucking hell, there’s so many of ‘em!”

Lynx fires her rifle next to you and you do the same, feeling the recoil on your shoulder. You only waste a millisecond to check if your target is actually hit and then immediately focus on the next enemy.

Below your position the LZ is hot and the hill on the other side is bombarded with mortars.

You know it’s hell down there and yet you wish you were between those trees instead of the elevated bush area from where you currently provide cover fire.

He is there and in this very moment you want to be by his side. No matter the heavy gunfire.

“You still see them?!” your partner asks from your right, and you affirm her question as you kill another hostile.

Roach and Ghost are steadily moving forward in between the onslaught of Russian soldiers and growing relief trickles through your veins with every step they take.

But then they run out of the tree line and before either of you can react, a mortar shell explodes right in front of them, and Roach is sent flying.

“No, fuck, NO!” Lynx yelps and the panic in her voice is earth-shattering.

“He’s not dead, Anna!” you shout and grab her by the shoulder, stopping her from standing up. She bites her lips but thankfully remains on the ground, just inching a bit forward, desperate to spot her lover alive.

You pray that your words are true and thank fuck they are; seconds later Ghost drags a shooting Roach away from the trees and the red flare that the masked man popped for Thunder-Two-One.

“Jesus Christ”, you hear the woman beside you whisper, “I’ll beat his ass when we’re back home!”

A nervous bubbly laugh escapes you and you hope that you all can return to base safe and in one piece.

“Move, Ghost! We’ll cover you!” you speak into your mic.

His voice rings through your earbud “copy that, Nomad!” and you breathe out shakily. Yeah, everything will be fine.

With your eyes you watch how Thunder-Two-One sends a merciless spray of machine gun fire into the tree line, but you can’t see beyond the smoke and instead focus your scope on the few enemy soldiers that emerge from the grey fog. You take them out one by one.

You’re about to send another bullet into an approaching hostile when your radio crackles.

“Gold Eagle is on the ground. Watch for snipers on thermal, over.”

Lynx makes a noise beside you. “Isn’t it just us and Adle-“

Blood suddenly sprays and you blink. Your lips taste iron, your right eye is watering and with one glance to your right the sounds of the battlefield all turn into white noise.

Instinctively you press yourself against the grass, your left cheek touches the damp ground and with wide eyes you stare at Anna’s unmoving body. Your partner is dead. Shot in the head.

Based on the whizz of the bullet and the spray of blood that hit you it must have been a sniper who killed her. For a second you think the Russians sneaked up on you, but then you remember the words through the radio; Watch for snipers…

Realization trickles through your veins. Someone must have betrayed you.

Your heart sinks and within a millisecond you make a decision.

You roll to your left, gripping your rifle tightly and a bullet passes overhead, barely missing your shoulder. But it did miss and you’re rolling down the side of the hill.

The tumble returns your ability to hear, and the sound of the helicopters combined with your racing heartbeat is deafening.

The small incline of your hiding place saved your life for now and although you know deep down that your luck probably won’t last, you are thankful in this very moment.

Tears well up in your eyes but you rub them away with your sleeve. A red smear appears on the fabric, and you clench your jaw. Focus, you don’t have time for this right now!!

You know that whoever killed Anna is probably relocating right now to get a good shot at you, but you don’t care.

You need to know what’s happening to him, if he dies-

“Ghost?! Lynx is KIA, someone cut us! Do you copy?!”

You anxiously wait for an answer, but your radio stays silent.

Breathing out shakily, you lift yourself from the ground and rush behind a tree to shield your right flank. The dust that is kicked up by the many helicopters, which gathered on the plain, is making it difficult for you to spot the man you’re looking for, but the big Boeing helicopter used to transport the General is a good reference point.

You position your rifle and adjust your scope to find the heli.

The clouds of dust are thick, but like a miracle you spot the General- leaning over Roach, Simon laying motionlessly beside them, his grey sweater showing a bloom of red as if he was shot-

Your scream is stuck in your throat, and you watch frozen as Shepherd retrieves the DSM from Gary and simply leaves while four Shadow company soldiers step forward.

Tears well up again and this time you let them fall as the world begins to spin.

“No, no, no, please-!” you whimper, sucking in air through your clenched teeth and without a second thought you rush forward.

You make it about 60 meters before a bullet through your right shoulder throws you off balance and sends you straight to the ground. Hot flaming pain shoots through your body and the brute force of your crash and your rifle painfully pressing against your ribs take the air out of your lungs.

Dazed you lift your head, heavy from the weight of your helmet, and for a moment your vision is blurry; you blink to regain focus.

In the distance you see the soldiers clad in black, carrying Gary’s and Simon’s limp bodies to a spot without grass. They drop them like two sacks of potatoes and the pain in your heart is worse than the one of your bullet wound.

A wail escapes your throat, and you try to lift your body from the ground, to crawl forward, but your limbs feel like lead, and you don’t have the strength to move.

Your radio crackles and your ear bud lets Captain Price’s voice come through: “Ghost, come on, this is Price! We’re under attack by Shepherd’s men…”

You can hear gunfire from his side and in one last effort you pull your rifle from underneath you.

The fact that Taskforce 141- you were betrayed by your superior, the man who you considered a father figure at one point in your life, that he killed the man you loved- love… That fact stokes something inside of you and that barely gives you the strength to position your rifle.

Weakly you watch how the Shadow company bastards douse your friends, your brothers, the ones you love with gasoline and Shepherd’s plan dawns on you. Bile rises in your throat and you sob through clenched teeth.

You place your finger on the trigger but in the end, you don’t get the chance to pull it.

The general casually drops his cigar and Gary’s and Simon’s corpses go up in flames right as a bullet enters the back of your head.

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raccoonsockss · 9 months

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i am thinking so much about john soap mactavish from call of duty modern warfare 3 (original series) and i feel like there’s so much untapped angst potential for him in this fandom.

like do you think he was ever angry at price for leaving him with all that responsibility? especially when they found him again?????

do you think he blamed himself for roach and ghost getting killed by somebody he chose to work with as their captain???

do you think he woke up after the fight with shepherd and his first thought was anger that life has to continue after losing everything?

do you think he started to see his past teammates in yuri or just a pale imitation of them???? and did he hate him for it??

do you think he died thinking about how he was being betrayed again???? how he’d failed again??

do you think he was almost relieved to finally be able to fucking rest???

because i do!! i do and it’s haunting my every waking moment!!!

#raccoonspeaks #call of duty #john soap mactavish #johnny soap mactavish #soap call of duty #soap cod #modern warfare 3 #modern warfare #cod modern warfare #modern warfare 2009 #mw2009

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hirik0 · 9 months

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Jealousy Part 10

09 Soap/Ghost

Soap is about to have the most embarrassing phone call of his live. He asked Ghost if he can take Riley on a walk. Ghost raised an eyebrow clearly confused before he asked" Is this a I need a private phone call walk?" And then gave him a long leach after Soap said yes. "And Soap don't let Riley roll in a cadaver " "What?" "Happend to Scarcrow ones." He dials the number of his littel sister, waiting for her to pick up. "I'm honored to get one if your rare calls, John." He sister answers over the sound of traffic. "You're in a car?" "Yeah I'm about to pick up some friends from the airport." "Emma, I need to ask you for a favour." "Okey..", Emma seems to smash the horn and then cursed loudly. "I need you to buy a collar for me." Silence Soap nervously figtgets with the leash. "Jesus you can't drop something like this on me. If I wasn't standing at a red light I would probably had a crash." "Sorry." "You need the collar for a sexual context right?" "Yes", Soap answers his face burning from embarrassment turning red. "Got a kinky girlfriend?" "You're still at the red light?" "Yes." "It's for my boyfriend." "Thanks that you gave me time to mentally prepare.", his sister jokes. "Can you get me the collar or not?" "Sure, just some questions. What color ?" Soap thinks a while about it the obvious answer is black, but its his claim on Ghost. "A dark green." "Okey so how did you meet?" "Work." "Oh.. so is he also on the battlefield?" "Yes." His sister is silent for a while thinking about something. A siren can be heard in the background. "Maybe a more discreet collar would be better then." "Discreet?", Soap unsure if Ghost would like something that. "Yeah some thing that people would thing is a necklace." Soap is thinking about it something like a necklace could be easy hiden under cloths, if Ghost would be fine with it. "I can get both and he can chose", his sister offers clearly sensing her brother has no idea what to choose. "Thank you Emma." "So how long you two are dating?" "We well we are just fucking at the moment." "Oh, how did that happen?" Soaps face turns dark red and he stops walking making Riley shortly stop and look at him. "I walked in on him." "John MacTavish, couldn't keep it in your pants couldn't you?", Emma says in her best Impression of their mother. "You got send home form school for indecent behaviour, don't tell me about keeping it in my pants.", Soap hisses. The traffic noise ended, Emma must have reached the airport parking lot. "So two collars one for day to day live and one for in the sheets. Should I send them to base?" "No, I will be at my place in 1 and half weeks, just drop it of there." Soap sees Riley disappearing in to a bush. "Riley, come here if you roll in a cadaver your owner will kill me", he shouds after the dog, but to late Riley is gone. "Are you walking a dog?", Emma ask confused knowing of Soaps dislike for dogs. "Yes." "Is this your not boyfriends dog." "Yes." "Cute and I want a picture of the dog. With out a cadaver", Emma demandes. "Sure and Emma thank you." "No problem, love you bye." "Love you too, bye." When Soap is putting away his phone Riley reappears with a giant tree branch in his mouth. "Well at least no cadaver", Soap says to himself.

Ghost is losing his mind. Ever since he realised he fallen in love with Soap he just feels out of control. And the worst he has nobody to talk to, Roach is not returning before his leave. So he hides behind work, trying the hardest not to hide from Soap. With how their relationship changed hiding is just not a option anymore. Soap himself also seems to need somebody to talk to already walking Riley for nearly a hour. At least he hopes they are still on a walk and it's not because Riley rolled in a animal cadaver again. Several baths were needed to get everything out of his fur and this dog hates being bathed. Getting him dry again was also not easy. For the last 4 days he freaked out about this unwanted development of his emotions. Basically just laying on his bed the second he's done with the days work, sometimes staring at the ceiling, sometimes reading and sometimes showering Riley with attention. And Riley is getting concerned by his change in behaivour. Well in 3 days he can freak out in his flat. He's pulled out of his thought spiral by his phone ringing. "Soap? If you call to tell me that Riley is covered in dead animal, we have a problem." "No, but Riley trys to bring half a tree back in to the barracks and don't take no for a answer." Ghost chuckles at this. "I'm on the way."

When he walks out he laughs out loud, because Riley had a gigantic branch, looking proud of himself. Tail wagging and a really pissed of Soap. "Did you let him disappear in the woods?", Ghost ask amused. "Yes", Soap don't look amused. "Riley drop it", Ghost says and Riley drops the brench looking unhappy. "Good boy." "Of course when you tell him to drop it he does it." "Well it's not my fault this is the longest interaction you had with Riley alone." Soap gives him a pisst look. Ghost makes sure that the branch don't cause any accidents. Kneeling in front of Riley and the dog instantly drops his side so Ghost can give belly rubs. "Had a good call?" "Yes." The three walk back in together Soap following Ghost to his room. "Something the matter, Captain?" Ghost ask a bit nervous. Soap not really knowing why he followed Ghost just happpy that he can spend a bit more time with him. He feels that Ghsot is avoiding him, not as bad after the night in the bar that caused all of this. So he comes up with something. He looks around before stating: "I will pick you up on the way, need to pass Manchester anyway." Ghost nods while opening the door. Riley already walking in the room dropping on his dog bed to take a nap. "Soap, thanks for walking Riley." "No problem Oh and my sister likes dogs and eh can I send her a picture?" "Sure." Soap steps in Ghostt rooms taking the picture. When he walks out the room, Ghost grabs his arm. When he looks as Ghost he sees his fully exposed face. "Simon?" Ghost presses his lips against Soaps. Soap closes his eyes enjoying the kiss and pulling Ghost right back in the next kiss when he trys to pull back. Soap bites Ghost lower lip slipping his thought in his mouth when Ghost gasps. Ghost to focused on the kiss to notice that Soap is slowly pushing him against a wall till his back is hitting it. "Soap", he moans "I meant it when I said keep it in your pants." "Well you never said I can't get you out of your pants." Ghost is blushing, mouth open as he looks speechless at Soap. "Got that bratty attitude finally out of you?", Soap ask smug. Ghost is conficted getting off by something that his not his own hand sound so nice on the other site his heart is hurting, knowing that this is just sex for Soap. Soap is getting nervous, Ghost is not talking back too him, starts feeling like he fucked up somehow. "I, I should go", he stammers before walking out the room. Ghost just slides down the wall, feeling his heart break a bit. "Fuck", he says into the room. Tears are gathering in his eyes.

To say the next few days are tense between them is a understatement. Gaz and Meat ask them concerned if everything is okey. "Yeah, just the leave that makes me nervous", Ghost lied. Gaz just told him he will drive him to his flat. Ghost has the feeling he will be ask some question on this car ride. They make it past Shrewsbury before Gaz is starting his interrogation. "What is going on? And no I hate going on leave bullshit Lieutenant." "I.. I'm in love with Soap and he wants just sex", the words fall out of Ghost mouth. Feeling like a weight is falling of his shoulders that trys his dammest to crush him. "Are you kidding me? I get it you're bad with feelings and all this scary aura and making the enemy shit their pants think, but you really think that Soap wants just sex?" Gaz ask him clearly confused. "Yes." "Okey, let me ask it in a other way. Do you think someone that just wants sex is sabotaging your one night stands for months, says no to a person that is clearly their type, gripping their glass so hard it nearly breaks when somebody is flirting with you or is so pisst at Stacy from admin for telling everyone you showed a woman a great night with leaving bruises in form of his hands on you?", Gaz just stats some of the thinks Soap did over the past months. "Well I..", Ghost stammers, his heart beating so fast it feels like its about to jump out his ribcage any moment, his hands getting sweaty. "NO, Ghost the answer is NO!"

Oh, oh.

"How am I supposed to know?", Ghost ask, blushing out of embarrassment, preferring his heart jumping out of his ribs. Gaz gives Ghost a short shocked look before focusing back on the traffic. "Is Soap your first love?", Gaz ask carefully knowing one gslse word could be his last. "The first in a long time.", Ghost admittes not even rembering his first love. Gaz just nods. "So all misunderstandings on your side a cleared?" "Yes, and Gaz if you tell anyone, your body will never be found." "Of course Ghost." A small smile appearing in Gaz face. The rest of the trip is silent only the radio and Riley snoring filling it. They are stucked in Manchester traffic when Gaz is talking again. "Well, hope you have a nice time when Soap is visiting you." "Garrick", Ghost warns voice dropping dangerously low. "Oh common, you go on leave by choice and 4 days later Soap also goes on leave? Not like its hard to figure out." "Garrick." "I know of nothing Sir." "Good."

The 4 days where hell for Ghost. Soap send him some texts, they talked on the phone ones. Riley hates sleeping in so Ghost has to spend a lot of time beeing nervous about the few interactions with Soap. Soap asked him to buy lube and condoms of his likeing so it sounds their original plan is still standing. Soap texted him a while ago when he will reach Manchester and Ghost is sitting on packed backs. He's crawling up the walls, the nearer the time of Soaps arrival is coming the more is growing his restlessness. "Fuck Riley, this is dumb it's just Soap no reason to get this nervous", he says to the dog. Riley just yawning at him from the couch. The true torture of the last 4 days was him thinking about what to say to Soap every think just sounds like shit. To put 'sorry for being wired before my leave, I thought you just want sex and I'm deeply in love with you' in words should not be that fucking hard. But it is because he did nearly nothing else but overthink this for 4 days. He feels like he's about to throw up a gigantic knot forming in his guts. His heart is beating fast, he's sweating not just because Britain is still cooked by a heatwave. Riley is pushing his nose against Ghost leg clearly concerned about his owner. "Everything is fine, just nervous", he says to the dog before sitting on the floor burring his face in to Rielys fur.

Soap is nervously drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. He's stucked in traffic just 10 minutes from Ghost flat. First he needs to apologise to Ghost clearly he did something wrong, pushed to far, ask for to much. Gaz told him to not worry about it to much. And he did the exact other think. Getting questioned by Price who marched in his office the second he heard about Ghost mysterious one night stand, also didn't help. "Son, I don't care if you and Simon are fucking. But I will make sure you get kicked out of the military if you hurt him. You know what happend to him. Oh and keep it in the apropaited places, i dont want any paperwork because you two getting catchend in a closet or somethink like this", Price right out threatenes him. "Yes, Sir of course Sir", he just stammered out, but this was nothing against getting the shovel talk from Roach. Price would take away his job but Roach? Roach is ready to hurt him. "You maybe got in his pants, but let me tell you something I don't care how good Ghost thinks your dick is, if you hurt him you had a dick for the longest time of your life, Captain." Soap honestly still fears for his live, Roach is a very lay back person so for him to say such words is nothing to just brush over. Earlier this morning Emma texted him she placed the boxes with the collars on the kitchen table. He shortly text Ghost he's stucked in traffic. Ghost asking him if he should wait outside the building and Soap told him to just wait inside as the sun still clearly trying to fry Britain at the moment.

20 minutes later Soap is standing in front of Ghost flat. Hes nervous hands sweaty heard ponnding. he rings the bell and Ghost opens the door a bit confused. "We could just have walked down", Ghost states but lets Soap in. "I know, just wanted to talk about something first." Ghost is visible tensing what is not helping Soap nervousness at all. "I want to apologice for the day in your room I took it to far", Soap vomit the words out. Ghost looks at him like he just grown an extra head. "I, Soap you did not took it to far.. I just had some false ideas in my head about... us", Ghost says in a very mechanical way as if he thought about saying this way to long. "What do you mean with false ideas, Simon?", Soap ask unsure. "I...", the rest of the sentence ends up in a mumbel. "I need to be able to understand what you are saying. Can you repeatthis, please?" "I.., god this is really dumb and emberressing. I thought you just want sex from me." Soaps jaw drops open in uter shock, well he guees this is what you get from fucking twice and only talking about the next time and nothing else. "Simon, i would not fuck you in my office where EVERYONE could just walk in on us for just sex." Ghost is blushing, his face burried in his hands. "I now know that too", Ghost wispers in his hands. Soap carefully steps in to Ghost space under the very watchfull eyes of Riley. He removes the hands from Ghost face placeing a chaste kiss on Simons lip. "For some guys that trust eachother with their live we are really shit at talking about important stuff", Soap jokes getting a amused huff from Ghost. "I guess." They both laught. Ghost keeping the i love you for himself, feeling its maybe a bit to much right now, mostely for himself. "So we ready to go?", Soap ask smilling at Ghost. "Yeah, can you get the last bag from the bedroom?", Ghost ask not remebering he did not clean up his toys he used earlier today.

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #riley the dog #captain mactavish #gary roach sanderson #they finally talk about feeling a bit

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New Coining Event!

Hello and welcome to Synth’s Coining Rockin’ Event (or the “cre coining event” for the sane), a coining event entirely centered around rock music! Everything from J-Rock, to grunge, to hair metal! Any and everyone is welcome to participate! The event is going to last from May 1st to June 15!

There aren’t really any rules, just some stuff I’d like to say before we get to the prompts. Every day of the event has two prompts, in theory the first one is a more known song and the second less known and also similar/linked in some way, but I don’t know how good of a job I did at that. It’s totally cool to do both prompts or just one, going off actual relation, vibes, whatever works! I’d like to ask that no one does genders just related to the listed song or songs/albums, just so we can avoid recoinings, but everything else is up for grabs!

Everyone is free to do all days, just a couple, multiple prompts a day, whatever floats your boat!

If anyone is interested in some tags they could use to organize or find terms, I have some of those under the cut. With all that out of the way, here are the prompts!

May 1st: November Rain (Guns N’ Roses) // (Don’t Fear) The Reaper (Blue Oyster Cult) May 2nd: Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana) // Slither (Velvet Revolver) May 3rd: Dream On (Aerosmith) // Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door (any version) May 4th: Girls, Girls, Girls (Motley Crue) // Talk Dirty To Me (Poison) May 5th: Welcome to the Jungle (Guns N’ Roses) // Nightrain (Guns N’ Roses) May 6th: Every Rose Has Its Thorn (Poison) // Snuff (Slipknot) May 7th: I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing (Aerosmith) // I’d Die For You (Bon Jovi) May 8th: Livin’ On A Prayer (Bon Jovi) // Viva la Gloria! (Green Day) May 9th: You Give Love A Bad Name (Bon Jovi) // Shot Through The Heart (Bon Jovi) May 10th: Slippery When Wet (Bon Jovi) // 7800° Degrees Fahrenheit (Bon Jovi) May 11th: Dr. Feelgood (Motley Crue) // London Calling (The Clash) May 12th: American Idiot (Green Day) // 21st Century Breakdown (Green Day) May 13th: The Black Parade (My Chemical Romance) // Danger Days: The True Lives Of the Fabulous Killjoys (My Chemical Romance) May 14th: Comfortably Numb (Pink Floyd) // Give Me Novacaine (Green Day) May 15th: Numb (Linkin Park) // Shadow On the Sun (Audioslave) May 16th: Are We the Waiting (Green Day) // The Thin Ice (Pink Floyd) May 17th: Everlong (Foo Fighters) // She’s a Rebel (Green Day) May 18th: I Don’t Love You You (My Chemical Romance) // Don’t Cry (Guns N’ Roses) May 19th: Basketcase (Green Day) // Everyday is News (Shinsei Kamattechan) May 20th: Holiday (Green Day) // God Save the Queen (Sex Pistols) May 21st: Bohemian Rhapsody (Queen) // Homecoming (Green Day) May 22nd: Rock You Like a Hurricane (Scorpions) // Young Lust (Pink Floyd) May 23rd: Somebody Told Me (The Killers) // Michael (Franz Ferdinand) May 24th: The Sharpest Lives (My Chemical Romance) // Kickstart My Heart (Motley Crue) May 25th: In The End (Linkin Park) // Last Resort (Papa Roach) May 26th: Pour Some Sugar On Me (Def Leppard) // Cherry Pie (Warrant) May 27th: Here I Go Again (Whitesnake) // Street Of Dreams (Guns N’ Roses) May 28th: Should I Stay Or Should I Go (The Clash) // American Woman (Lenny Kravitz) May 29th: Shout At the Devil (Motley Crue) // The Hardest Part Is The Night (Bon Jovi) May 30th: Closer (Nine Inch Nails) // Wither (Tech N9ne, Corey Taylor) May 31st: I Love Rock N’ Roll (Joan Jett) // Mental Health(Bang Your Head) (Quiet Riot) June 1st: Master of Puppets (Metallica) // Under The Bridge (Red Hot Chili Peppers) June 2nd: Enter Sandman (Metallica) // Nightmare (Avenged Sevenfold) June 3rd: Toxicity (System Of A Down) // Carnivore (Body Count) June 4th: Nevermind (Nirvana) // Whatever (Adore Delano) June 5th: Sweet Child O’ Mine (Guns N’ Roses) // Born To Be My Baby (Bon Jovi) June 6th: Psychosocial (Slipknot) // Welcome to Horrorwood (Ice Nine Kills) June 7th: A Little Piece of Heaven (Avenged Sevenfold) // Enthrone (CHTHONIC) June 8th: Walk This Way (Aerosmith or Aerosmith, Run D.M.C.) // Bring The Noise (Public Enemy, Anthrax) June 9th: Rocket Man (Elton John) // Purple Haze (Jimi Hendrix) June 10th: Say It Ain’t So (Weezer) // Inside Out (Eve 6) June 11th: Letterbomb (Green Day) // Better (Guns N’ Roses) June 12th: I Write Sins Not Tragedies (Panic! At The Disco) // Sugar, We’re Goin’ Down (Fall Out Boy) June 13th: Combat Rock (The Clash) // Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols (The Sex Pistols) June 14th: Runaway Train (Soul Asylum) // Patience (Guns N’ Roses) June 15th: Dust N’ Bones (Guns N’ Roses) // Homebound Train (Bon Jovi)

For anyone interested, here are the tags I’ll be using to organize genders related to certain bands. No one has to use them, but I thought someone would be interested and I’m bored! Also, all of these terms have already been coined, by me or someone else, that’s why not everything has a tag

Guns N’ Roses - #nrosesgender

Bon Jovi - #bonjender // #bonjovigender

Motley Crue - #cruegender

Green Day - #greendaygender

Slipknot - #slipknotgender

Poison - #poisoningender

My Chemical Romance - #mychemancegender

The Clash - #clashgender

The Sex Pistols - #sextolgender // #sextolsgender

Avenged Sevenfold - #sevenfoldgender

Shinsei Kamattechan - #kamattegender

Red Hot Chili Peppers - #rhcpgender

Metallica - #metallicagender

Nirvana - #nirvanagender

Body Count - #bodycountgender

Linkin Park - #linkinian

Aerosmith - #aerosmithgender

Velvet Revolver - #velvolvergender

Quiet Riot - #quiotgender // #rietgender

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