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SO REAL AGREE

Begging the COD mw2 fandom to actually spread their interests in characters and be more open to the characters they do stuff for because there’s so much potential to so many more characters outside of the mw2 cast. I feel like if the mw2 fanbase expanded their interests more, I think they’d find so many other interesting characters to write for just outside of the mw2 game and I’d love to see it because of how genuinely awesome and creative the fanbase can be.

To list a few of my personal favorites from a few other COD games

Velikan, Krueger, Nikto from MW (2019)

Captain price, Kyle “gaz” Garrick, Alex Keller, Farah Karim from MW campaign (2019)

Lucas Riggs from Call of duty: Vanguard (2021)

Frank Woods and Helen Park from Call of duty: Black ops Cold War (2020)

Logan Walker, David “hesh” Walker, Keegan P. Russ from Call of duty: ghosts (2013)

Also I feel like it should be said but: there are more operators at your dispense in COD: MW2 (2022).. not just König. I love him dearly but sometimes it feels like people forget any other operator exists just for him.. spice it up a little, will you? (oni and gromsko my beloveds.)

Anyways, that was my stupid ramble LOL, forgive me

ok so i think i figured it out

genshin elements:

pyro🔥, cryo❄️, anemo💨, geo☄️, dendro🌿, electro⚡️, hydro💧

star rail elements:

fire 🔥 , ice 🧊 , wind 💨, lightning ⚡️, punching a mf 🥊, fuck around 🌈, find out 🌞

Announcements🤤

7/Jun/24

Im Back! Test results wasnt that good... Expect me to be uploading atleast 6 fanfic this year :3

𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

After months of unsucceful attempts getting employed, Reader felt burnout and thinks its the end of their future. Keegan comes by accidentally to give them the comfort they need.

Pairings : Keegan P.Russ x GN!Reader

comfort,fluff

💌🦋A/N: I need comfort from work so I wrote this. Didn't check much mistakes so bare me if theres any you find :3

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On the sofa you sat, blankets covering your back and a pillow on your lap. The light emits from the laptop ever so slowly burning your eyes. You scrolled through your emails, hoping to find that one acceptance letter for a job. But alas there was none.

The only background music you have is muffled rain. You can't help but feel anxious about how ruined your future will be when your work flow is like this. Being a procrastinator, unmotivated at some days, and having the worst mental swings affecting greatly on your progress. Your felt tears drying on your face, maybe you should do something to get the stress off your mind. You sat up, blanket dropped on the couch. Making your way to the kitchen to brew some nice hot coffee.

After a while, a sudden knock on the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked over to the clock on the wall

10:30

At this time really? Who could possibly come here this late. You made your way to the door being slightly annoyed at the ruined silence. “Hey, it's raining hard outside. Mind I stay here for a while kid?" It was Keegan, your old pal. “Can’t you just wait downstairs in the lounge area?" You gave him a irritated look. "I would, but since you're here why cant I come over and say hi instead" He grins. You wouldn’t call him a friend really, more of an acquaintance. You sighed and let him in, "Don't go anywhere you're dripping wet" . You swiftly went over to the bathroom and handed Keegan back a towel to dry him off.

As he dried himself, he sat comfortably on the couch, taking most of the space all to himself. His gaze flickered between the messes on the coffee table and your laptop. "Still no luck applying for a job?" Keegan asked, you sighed nodding, "degree going to waste.." Keegan just chuckled at your words. "Don't say that, I know you will get one sooner or later. You just haven't found the right one" You shrugged at keegans words, while cleaning the mess on the desk “I know.. but the bills say otherwise.”

When you finished cleaning the mess, he scooted over abit to make room for you, patting the empty spot. You suddenly had that surge of sadness again, trying your best not to burst into tears right here and then.

"Wanna watch a show to get off your mind?" ‘This dude just came in randomly interrupting me in the middle of a crying session and decided to watch TV?? Of course my answer is no-’ "Sure, pick any" He goes over to the remote and selects a show to watch.

In the midst of watching the show, somehow you and Keegan were snuggling together. Your head laying beside his side, crossing arms to keep at least some private space. He can't help but notice how you tear up every so often. He wondered how long you have been stressing about work.

A few minutes past, you fell asleep while Keegan was still wide awake. He gently lay you down on the sofa, covering you with a blanket. He stayed by your side till the rain died down. As time passed, the rain started to stop. He went over to you one last time and planted a kiss on your forehead. "I'm proud of you, seeing how far you’ve come" He stood up and made his way out. The moment Keegan turned his back and face towards the door, a small thug on his arm stopped him.

"Mind you, stay here for a while?"

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Gen z is trying to cancel Il Dottore?

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that scene where a sexy lady at a fancy party pulls out a cigarette and a bunch of men swarm to light it but it’s me at the lesbian biker bar and i need something with a sharp edge so i can shotgun my rolling rock and a half dozen beautiful dukes surround me to offer their six inch stone handle folding knives

now that natlan is going to release and capitano will have more scenes, I can't wait to see this man's fanfics and headcanons growing more and more, feed me with capitano's stuff

I hate that I found this 2 days after my birthday. I love this so muchhh 💞

GENSHIN IMPACT

Genre: Fluff/Humor

Character: DOTTORE

Of wishes and explosions

Somebody was going to be killed.

You glared at the dead frog, which had been waiting for you all morning, chilling on your desk. You grimaced, frowning at the small red droplets staining the polished wood while the gears in your mind turned and turned, trying to identify the culprit. Suddenly, you felt your fingers twitching.

Needless to say, it didn’t take long to connect the dots.

So, there you were, angrily stomping in the halls, feet leading to the school laboratory. Its dull white walls greeted you with the scent of chemicals and powders along with the razor toothy smile of your (self-proclaimed) science partner. You never agreed to be his working companion, but somehow the other students decided you were the perfect sacrificial victim for the crazy prodigy. He didn’t mind the arrangement, you did.

You marched right in front of him, already blowing a fuse. Ruby eyes peered curiously at your menacing aura through the half mask.

“Why was there a dead frog on my desk?”

He smiled wider, you tried to keep calm.

“Why? You didn’t like it?”

You huffed, before shaking your head.

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The teacher’s voice was drowned by the shuffling of fabric and the clinking of glass. Your partner grabbed some slime concentrate and an energy nectar.

“Wait- these aren’t the right materials-” he shushed you with a wave of his hand.

“Who said we are doing the assignment.”

“But-”

Your words were interrupted by his sigh, wordlessly, he passed you a small vial with blue liquid. “Take it, I’ve already done it.”

You stared at him, baffled.

“When?”

“An hour ago- he said disinterested before grabbing a red powder from one of the shelves -now, watch, we’re going to blow something up”

You widened your eyes, watching him calmly mixing the two ingredients as if he didn’t just say he would create an explosion on school grounds.

“No, you aren’t going to do anything dangerous. We could be expelled.”

He dismissed your worries with a shake of his head. Your nerves twitched at his audacity. 

It wasn’t the first time that Dottore (it wasn’t his real name, but he always insisted on being called that) completed the assignment beforehand and decided to do whatever he wanted. And though you always wanted no part in his shenanigans you couldn’t help but watch every time. Your blue-haired (again, self-proclaimed) friend tinkered with the sticky substance. Feeling your gaze on him, he gave you a sharp grin and proceeded to mix the nefarious liquid with some unidentified ingredient you didn’t even know existed.

He then poured the deadly mix into a bubble shaped glass he had pulled out of his bag just five minutes before. He let it rest for a few seconds before turning on the small stove at the base, creating a small and joyful flame.

The liquid stirred and before you could even blink, small fireworks exploded in the top part of the glass bowl. Their colourful sparks melding into a bright “Happy Birthday” sign.

Dottore smirked, arms crossed on his chest and chin proudly in the air at the sight of your widened irises, reflecting the small fires.

[e-c] met with ruby. 

You smiled.

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“Can I blow up something, now?”

“No-”

Im so fucking dumb , You dont need to use twitter for smdau 💀💀💀💀💀💀