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I'd hug him
Scrolling through my Dying Light screenshots and those are some high-calibre puppy dog eyes.
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"A world that decided to turn agaisnt you means nothing to me, love. And if that day ever comes, then I will turn my back against the world to stand by your side."
- Random OC quote made by a sleepy enderman
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i've succumb and here i write.
A DLxCOD AU where we get to see what will happen if our protagonist Aiden is teamed with characters from our beloved 141 Task Force.
#dying light#dying light fanfiction#call of duty#fanfic#dying light 2 stay human#soap mw2#ghost mw2#mw2 fanfic
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DL Fanfiction - Ephemeral (I)
The THV has desecrated the lives of many, depriving freedom of the night with the terrors that lurked in the shadows. Villador was the last bastion still standing, protecting those who lived within the walls from the wasteland.
But what about those outside the walls?
Danger lurks in every corner, the unsuspecting become prey, while those who learn to survive must do what they can.
Hunter was no different from any other survivor of the wastelands. Relying on the UVs to keep them sane, and fighting every day just to survive the wickedness that was brought to them. He just wants to learn more about what caused his amnesia.
A survivor without a past but with a future.
An answer appear when something from someone else's past came to him.
Read on AO3
#dying light#dying light fanfiction#fanfic#dying light game#original character#thatguyender#dying light oc#dying light 2 stay human
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Haphazard - Smile
Crane never wanted to feel like he is going to lose someone.
Not again.
When Brecken returned to the Tower injured and alone, not a single sight of his apprentice, a sense of worry began to wash over him.
"Layton!"
Kyle sprints up the chair with the bound recruit, his knife in hand, tearing through the ropes like nothing. The moment he saw the familiar blue hoodie, a wave of relief washed over him.
He knew something wasn't right with these people.
He knew he should have trusted his gut instinct when they first met those survivors.
Crane grasps Layton's bloodied face. Recognising that more harm has been done to what was already there. There are two jagged lines in each corner of his mouth. These aren't going to heal completely, it appears.
This was what Rais meant when he gave Layton a smile.
"I'm so fucking sorry!" Crane clutches Layton tightly, desperately hugging him, hoping for a reaction. "I was too slow, and—"
He felt a hand brush against his back.
"You big oaf," Layton mumbled, trying not to open his jaws. “You're crushing me."
"Oh my God, sorry!" Relaxing his grip, he allowed Layton to breathe before accidentally suffocating him. Kyle wiped away a small tear from the corner of his eye. "Do you… Layton, let's head back to the Tower." He had the impression that Layton needed some time to collect himself. Both physically and psychologically.
"I just want to get out of here... I feel shite."
Layton grumbled, his hand hovering over his mouth. Kyle could tell that it hurt. Markings like that indicated that Rais intended for this to be excruciating; the lines were probably not done in a single sitting but rather several times. He intended for this to be an unforgettable experience for the youth.
Rais was a psychopathic man.
"Jesus Christ, you had me worried when you didn't answer my call," Kyle began to spout whatever came to mind. "And the moment Brecken came back alone, I was terrified—everyone was worried that he did worse on you! Rahim... fuck, he almost went looking for you by himself." Kyle exhaled. “But that’s enough about us, are you okay?”
"Still kicking." Layton chuckled. Uneasy but still alive—that's all that matters. "But, really?" He pointed to the wounds left by Rais’s attempt to assert superiority against them. Still rather feeling drained. “This hurts like hell.”
Kyle had a gentle smile, offering a piece of fabric to replace the old mask.
He can't lose anyone anymore.
Not again.
"Then let’s get you to Lena.”
#dying light#dying light fanfiction#fanfic#dying light game#original character#thatguyender#haphazard#dying light oc#dad crane#reeeeeeee
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I like to write random moments between my OCs (and the server knows how chaotic it can be sometimes):
Hunter: Rose, you're driving.
Samuel, concerned: I don't think that's a good choice, Hunter.
Rose, spinning the keys around her hand: Sammy, I can definitely drive. Thank you very much.
Samuel: You never gotten your drivers licence AND ran over the neighbor's cat TWICE.
Rose: I didn't say I was a good driver!
BEFORE THE FALL
Samuel, screaming: ROSE, YOU JUST RAN OVER MISS DELILHA'S CAT—
Rose, also screaming behind the wheels: OH MY GOD, WE'RE OUT OF HERE.
Samuel: YOU IDIOT, YOU JUST REVERSED OVER IT—
#original character#dying light#dying light fanfiction#dying light 2 stay human#dying light game#fanfic#thatguyender#random things from ender
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I caved.
So I caved and decided to make an OC for COD. Why? Because why the hell not.
TeX
"At a press of a button, I'll be the one laughing here."
Picrew used (I WISH A COULD DRAW)
Meet 141's target new recruit: Angelo 'TeX' Salvador.
He is Task Force 141's new fillipino cyber expert and excels as a frightening hacker. Unlike the operatives in the team, he is unable to take arms on the field due to missing a leg the frontline.
But that doesn't mean can't put his skill to use!
Short story ahead!
Once a soldier, always a soldier. But in Angelo's case, losing a leg meant he couldn't fight in the frontlines anymore. Nowadays, he is a freelance hacker who takes on contracts from even the shadiest of people, all for the fun and money. As long as they don't involve the government that is.
"Here's your coffee, Angelo." A waiter approached the table where Angelo sat, holding a cup of hot liquid and offered to the man. "Busy as always, huh?"
"You betcha, salamat." He takes the cup in his hand, the warmth absorbed into his hand as the aroma of freshly brewed java filled his nostrils. "Got tons of report to analyse and send off. Can't waste time, and besides why not enjoy it with the best coffee in town?"
The waiter chuckled, "The best indeed. Anyways, howl if you need me."
RING
Before he said anything, his phone began to let out a buzz. Every second, it vibrates. Angelo frowned to see the name that popped on the screen, 'Annoying', he was hoping it was someone completely different.
He sighs, picking up the phone.
"TeX, have you gotten our information yet?"
Of course.
Straight to the point.
"Their systems are slightly outdated but their security is hardcore." He responded, observing his screen as the loading bar continued to increment.
"So you can't get crack it?" The voice sounded disappointed. "Such a shame, I thought—"
"Now hold on a minute, buddy. I didn't say I gave up, didn't I? Took a couple of days to break their encryption. Had to sacrifice a shit tons of resources to keep them from tracing me."
"Cut the bullshit, TeX. Our deal?"
Angelo rolled his eyes. Quite a persistent fellow. "Yes, I have it here. Will have a drop point ready for you in a few hours." Twirling a USB around his finger.
"Good. You'll have your pay as soon as the exchange is made."
"Pleasure doing business with ya." Angelo smirked, the files finally ready to be transferred. The call ended and he sets the phone done next to the laptop, plugging the drive into the port. "What did this guy want anyways..." he uttered as he browsed through the files.
It didn't take long to realise what he had stolen.
Reports, logs, secrets, and Operative information. A file drew his attention as it was clearly out of the ordinary in a directory full of sub directories.
Read me
...
A bright red laser appeared on his chest, moving carefully towards the top of his head like. Even if he moved, he wouldn't get away with a leg like his.
He was caught.
"Ah shit."
He clicked his mouse on the text file, reading what was saved as he felt sweat dropping from his temple. He never felt this pressure since he was a soldier.
The fear running down his spine as he is in enemies sight.
Not bad. Your actions haven't gone unnoticed but I'm impressed you made it this far. We had our eyes on you for quite some time now, TeX.
You got two choice.
Angelo read the next lines, it looks like he will have to decide what comes next. Surrender and confess to his crimes or...
He slowly picked up his phone? Dialing the number that was on the screen and waited.
"So?"
Angelo drew his sight towards the source of the light.
"I'm in."
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Guys important question
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I'm slowly falling into the COD rabbit hole with the temptation to create a OC for a game I don't play.
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This takes place in the universe/timeline where everyones self inserts exist together, specifically the route where Aiden kills Hakon, leading to the death of Aide, by @apolloaiden, and their Crane, and possibly leading to the death of Ender/J, by @thatguyender. Enjoy :)
Title: "Over The Edge."
Category: Angst, pure angst, seriously this is fucked up.
Warnings: Child death, panic attacks, blood, injury, death in general.
Summary: Aiden isn't the good guy he seems to think he is.
The small, dark haired child stood under an awning as the rain fell, it felt like the only comfort he had recently, flicking open the small pocket knife he borrowed from his Pa as he watched, flick, snap, flick, snap, repetitive and soothing, no mistakes- "Lee? Hey, Kid! I haven't seen you in a while!", the child almost dropped the weapon, coughing hard as he caught spit in the back of his throat, "Pilgrim?!" he wheezed weakly, looking up at the awning nervously, Aiden peered over it with a smile, bright blue eyes meeting dark jade ones, "How are you doing?" the man asked, pulling away from his hanging position to swing his legs down and leap onto the ground where Lee stood.
"I'm- Am fine." the kid muttered, squeezing the pocket knife hard in his palms, "That's good to hear.", Lee didn't respond or even look at Aiden, beginning to side step away from the Pilgrim cautiously, "It's getting pretty late! Do you- Uh, want me to take you home?" Aiden smiled at the boy who he had just now noticed was further away than when he last looked, "I can get home mahself." Lee responded, his voice in a slight quiver, the man's brows furrowed and he began to copy the childs side stepping motions with a chuckle, "Are you sure? We can make a stop at the Fish Eye on the way back to Old Villador-", "Ah don't think you're allowed there- Anymore." the kids interruption came out in a whisper, Aiden paused and began processing slowly.
He hesitantly reached for the child, Lee's body tensed up and he stumbled out of the man's grasp, "Lee? Kid, listen. You know I'd never hurt you right? It's- Lee, it's complicated." Aiden spoke confidently, Lee's eyes were wide and full of slight fear as he backed away ever so slightly, "I- Ah don't...Believe you." he responded swiftly, Aiden looked hurt, wincing at the words as his hands balled into fists, "I needed to do what I did, you're too young to grasp that." Aiden reaffirmed, the child breathed heavily and suddenly bolted, digging his hands into the brick wall and sprawling up to the awning, then the rooftop, "Lee?! Lee- Kid." the Pilgrim yelled after him, Lee continued running, gasping for air and almost slipping on the wet ground a few times, "LEE, PL- Please don't run from me. You're being reckless!" Aiden's shouting sounded worried and frantic, "LEAVE ME ALONE- YOU KILLED THEM. YOU-" the boy dove behind a roof fixture and curled into himself, clasping his free hand over his mouth, flicking open the pocket knife with his other, flick, no snap.
"Lee? Kid, I killed them, yes. But, I did the right thing! You're- You'll understand this eventually. I swear.", the childs fingers dug into the side of his cheek, breathing shakily, hoping the rain would mask any sounds that escaped his clammy palm, footsteps getting closer, "Just let me take you home, please.", Lee looked to his side and saw Aiden leaning around the roof fixture, a creepy and unsettling motion that made his heart drop, blue eyes fixated on him, "GET AWAY- FROM ME- GET A- GE-" Lee gasped for air between his shouting, his chest and throat felt tight and he threateningly held his weapon in front of him, those blue eyes widened and Aiden stepped fully before him, hands held out cautiously; "Lee. Drop it. Please." he murmured, stepping towards the kid, who was still stumbling backwards, too close to the edge, too close.
Aiden dove for him, grabbing the boys hoodie and scooping him up, "NO- NO! NO! NO! PLEASE- I DON'T WANT TO DIE- PLEASE, AH DON'T WANNA DIE!" the child screamed, pure fear in his tone, Aiden fought to keep Lee in his grip, determined to take him home, do the right thing, take the right st- A sharp pain in his shoulder caused him to drop the kid, "FUCK-" he breathed shakily, realising it was the pocket knife, lodged into his skin like a splinter, Lee sprawled backwards on his hands across the wet ground, he was crying, heaving sobs that shook his body, "JUST GO AWAY- JUST GO AWAY." he wailed, he was getting too close to the edge, Aiden couldn't move, gripping the knife in his shoulder and watching Lee's movements with wide eyes, those small hands slipped over the rooftops edge, over the edge, over the roof.
And it was over, suddenly, swiftly, Aiden breathed out shakily and pulled the knife from his skin, he didn't dare move, staring at the ledge where Lee fell from, there hadn't even been a sound, he didn't even scream, Aiden's heart pounded in his ears and he slowly stepped backwards, he needed to leave- He needed to leave! And, so he did.
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my mutuals getting cool titles for killing zombies and stuff in dying light.
here i am collecting shiny bloo mushrooms
obviously i have better priorities
#dying light 2 stay human#dying light#dying light game#thatguyender#you guys need better hobbies because mine is superior#haha i'm kidding love y'all <3
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being the chaotic little shit on the discord server is fun.
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Slept soundly
I write angst when I want to.
HMPH
But I'll write fluff to make up for them.
Sometimes.
(love y'all 🥰)
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I'll throw them back at you
I write angst when I want to.
HMPH
But I'll write fluff to make up for them.
Sometimes.
(love y'all 🥰)
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I write angst when I want to.
HMPH
But I'll write fluff to make up for them.
Sometimes.
(love y'all 🥰)
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