If my fan fic gets at least 100 likes, I'm gonna start making mini comics to accompany it
That's all it takes. Your appreciation of my hard work.
I've already got some neat ideas in mind, so all I need is the confirmation that people want it.
Cold-hearted (CoD x Y/N)
Preview
A story in which Y/N is Makarov's daughter
First half of Chapter 1
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December 16th, 2023
Moscow, Russia
No one expects their parents to pass away when they're still young. Especially not you. For over half of your life, your father was the only parent you had, and now here you are in front of his grave. You had always known he was a bad person. Horrible, actually. But you couldn't help but pity yourself for the fact that you had no one now. You felt like a nobody because you technically now were a nobody. Just an orphan with nowhere to go now.
Leaving the cemetery, you were immediately surrounded by reporters who had nothing better to do than to prey on you, an emotionally vulnerable teen, barely 17 years old, just for some stupid information. You hated it. All of it. You didn't want this attention. You just wanted to be left alone. But the questions just wouldn't stop coming.
"Ma'am, what was your relationship with the terrorist Vladimir Makarov?" "Are you a relative of his?""Were you part of his entourage?"
If you want to see how the story continues, check out "Cold-hearted" on wattpad by Official_QueenMagma (aka me, thatgirlmag1000)
I don’t even care if it’s macaroni, ramen or those little bowls you stick in the microwave. Please, I need reassurance that most of the population on tumblr WOULDN’T STARVE TO DEATH if their parents couldn’t fix them food or they couldn’t go out to eat.
No one expects their parents to pass away when they're still young. Especially not you. For over half of your life, your father was the only parent you had, and now here you are in front of his grave. You had always known he was a bad person. Horrible, actually. But you couldn't help but pity yourself for the fact that you had no one now. You felt like a nobody because you technically now were a nobody. Just an orphan with nowhere to go now.
Leaving the cemetery, you were immediately surrounded by reporters who had nothing better to do than to prey on you, an emotionally vulnerable teen, barely 17 years old, just for some stupid information. You hated it. All of it. You didn't want this attention. You just wanted to be left alone. But the questions just wouldn't stop coming.
"Ma'am, what was your relationship with the terrorist Vladimir Makarov?" "Are you a relative of his?""Were you part of his entourage?"
If you want to see how the story continues, check out "Cold-hearted" on wattpad by Official_QueenMagma (aka me, thatgirlmag1000)
A new journal. That marks the start of a new beginning for me. Must be something good, right? Nah. These past few months have been the most chaotic ever since my mother's death 10 years ago.
First, I found out my dog died of old age. Sure, he may have been as old as me, but he had at least a couple more years left. He was a good dog and had the fluffiest gray fur. I don't know what breed he was. For all I know, he could've been just a mongrel. A good dog nonetheless. A good comrade who I hope can rest peacefully now.
A few weeks later, I was told my father died as well. Can't say I didn't expect that considering what he did in his life, but no one is ever prepared to hear these kinds of things. He was the only relative I had left. Well... the only one I knew of, at least. Surely, if I had anyone else, they would've been there after my mother's funeral or at my dad's funeral.
Now, I have nothing. I'll have no money to my name or a house until I'll turn 18 and inherit everything my father owned.
I feel like I should be sad about this, but more than anything, I'm scared. I don't know what's gonna happen now. There's so much going on, and I've got no one to talk to.
I used the last of my money to fly back to Russia and attend my father's funeral. After all, what else could I have done? He's the only family I've had for the past 10 years. I heard he died while in a fight with the British army. What kind of actions lead to that? Ah, right. Being a terrorist trying to start a war.
I'm scared of what's gonna happen now. The only one I know is still alive is my step-dad, who should be released from prison around this time. Why was he in prison? Because he killed mom.
I'm surprised he didn't serve more time. That rotten jerk deserves to suffer as much as mom and I did.
Mom left me a letter, but I never got around to reading it. I was too scared after what I saw my step-dad do to her. Sometimes, I sit and wonder why my father never did anything about it. Maybe the letter could explain it...
Would you look at that... the first few pages in this journal are already a mess. What a good start, am I right?
The plane is about to land. I'm gonna write more after the funeral and see how I feel then.
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