This is my “Not really a DNI” post. Please read before anything else.
this is my list of things that I refuse to make content about:
cnc, rape, sexual assault, sexual abuse, and anything in this area that involves a lack of consent from any participating party. There are safe spaces for people who enjoy this kind of content. This is not one of those spaces ❤️
Pregnancy and breeding. Reader having children’ in general is a topic I avoid.
Age gaps with characters who are under the age of 20. I also don’t make any descriptions of a “childlike” reader that veers too closely into paedophilic teritory.
The topic of religion, in general.
Physical abuse initiated by iether character or reader. I am able to make post abusive relationship comfort fics, though.
headcanons on how racist, sexist, homophobic, abliest, fatphobic, etc the characters are. I can use those topics as part of a fic, but I won’t make anything that directly says “x characters hates x minority”
in a similiar note, I avoid doing body preferences headcanons. So anything along the lines of “x wouldn’t date a black woman.” Or “x prefers women with a specific body type.”
the topic of “Barracks Bunny” specifically has too much of a mysoginistic social and historical context that I don’t ever want to touch it. I can literally make y’all a free-use Polly couple and it would hopefully scratch that same itch.
note, this list may update and be changed as I too grow and change as a person.
I’m completely happy to consider and take requests that don’t have any of the above in them.
I’ll try and complete requests as they come in, but since I have this account and my one on tiktok, i can’t promise I’ll have the time or the energy to do so.
that’s all!!! If you have any questions, let me know!!!
Hey, sorry I’ve been inactive on my main account. Just wanted to make a small request to anyone who’d want to write it.
If y’all would be up for it, I would really appreciate a small one-shot or a Headcanon about how cod characters would react to a reader who thinks they’re unlovable. I have a preference for Nikto, price, graves and Nikolai but I love all the cod characters dearly so the worlds your oyster.
Cod Characters x Reader who thinks they're unloveable
*first time doing one of these, I tried. Written as gender neutral. Featured: Price, Nikolai, Graves, Simon, Johnny, Kyle, Alejandro, Rudy
Price finds you hiding in the room offshooting his office. You're in tears, spiraling after a set of stray comments from a few other officers flared up your insecurities. You'd always believed yourself to be unlovable, and their gossip had only confirmed that others thought of you that way too. But when Price sees you crying like that, he just pulls you into his lap. Damn propriety or manners, you needed comfort. When you finally tell him what's bothering you, he lets out a harsh growl, more like a bear than a man. But he just squeezes you close, and with you nestled against his chest, tells you all the things he loves about you. Price may be planning a few murders, but his momma raised him right, and he's gonna get you laughing again first.
Nikolai is shocked, to say the least, when he sees the look on your face. You'd agreed to help out in the hangar today, and had just come back from your lunch. Your expression is written in frustration, guilt, and self loathing. All things he recognizes, and all things Nikolai believes you should never be feeling. And based on how you're standing around the corner from the hangar entrance, you'd been trying to hide this from him. That wouldn't do. But Nikolai is also terrible at comforting people, more used to slick talking negotiations. So he pulls you into a tight hug, but tries to tickle a laugh out of you. When that doesn't work and the sadness in your eyes only grows, his chest tightens. Still holding you close, he begs an answer from you. When you explain how it seemed like every person you ran into while out was with a lover and how unlovable that made you feel, Nikolai almost laughs. Thankfully, he doesn't. But he does think it's absurd, someone as wonderful and gorgeous as you thinking you're unlovable. And when he pulls you back into the hangar to sit on the entry steps, he tells you as much, with you still stuck to his side.
Graves, to put it bluntly, is terrible with people. Yes, he's charismatic, smooth and silver-tongued, but that's not him. That's Commander Graves, mission leader and his operation persona. On Shadow Company's base, Graves is significantly more laid back, but more importantly, he doesn't have to deal with people. He's got you for that. His secretary, perfect, charming, and loved by all. That is, till he comes back from a meeting to find you sobbing at your desk. You look so miserable and pathetic like that that it breaks his heart on the spot. So shit as he may be with people, Graves approaches you, rather like one might approach a cornered animal. Great start. What he's not expecting is for you to lash out when he gets close, smacking at him while rambling about your shitty day and how unlovable you feel. Hold on, what? That can't be right, and he's gonna convince you that it's not true. So for the next half hour, Graves holds you, half restraining and half hugging you, while he tells you all about your amazing qualities, and why everyone on base loves you so much.
Simon is no stranger to self hatred, or feeling unlovable, or any of it. So when he finds you on the roof, sitting against the railing and scribbling furiously in a journal, it's not hard for him to guess that you've been having a bad day. Him too. He'd originally come here to smoke, but sharing misery with you doesn't seem so bad. So he plops down next to you with a grunt and lights his cigarette. Mistake. You nearly bite his head off, which is more than a little out of the norm for you. But Simon lets you yell, scream, shout, because you clearly need it. Right up until you spit some bull about being an unlovable bastard. He puts a finger to your lips in a motion so baffling you quite instantly, staring at him. You look so soft and confused that it makes his heart ache. Ever bad with words, he just tugs you to sit a little closer to him, offering a drag of his cigarette. You understand what he means though. The quiet reassurance that he was there, and that you were loved.
Johnny is perfectly used to comforting people. Growing up in the middle of seven siblings had ensured he'd walk into all kinds of tumultuous emotions. So when he finds you in the shooting range, unloading round after round with shoulders tenser than granite, he knows he's gotta do something. He's a demolitions expert, and you're a bomb he needs to defuse. A bomb with a gun, he reminds himself as he approaches, making sure not to startle you. What Johnny isn't expecting is your red rimmed eyes when you turn to glare at him for interrupting. You two were close already though, so it's only half a surprise when you fall into his arms a second after he asks what's wrong. And hearing you sob about your horrible day and feeling unlovable has Johnny's heart shattering. In his head, he's spinning through comforting words, trying to pick what to say to best comfort you. To assure you of how completely and utterly loved you are. For the moment though, all he does is squeeze as hard as he can, tucking you up against his chest. And reach out to scoot the abandoned gun away from you. You don't need that right now.
Kyle likes to think he's good with people. He usually is, but coming into his office to find you sitting on the floor behind the desk had been unexpected. You two were close, so it's not like you were breaking and entering or anything. But the look on your face is enough to wither stone. It's enough to render him wordless, so Kyle just levels you with a sad look. One that pleads for you to explain your hurt to him. And you do, and his heart breaks even further, if that's even possible. How could you think you're unlovable? You, who brightens up his day just by breathing, makes him laugh with just a look? You, who is such a wonderful person that he fell utterly in love with you forever ago. You think you're unlovable. But Kyle loves you so much. So much that despite how good he is with words, he panics and kisses you. Your lips are soft, and you're so perfect, and fortunately based on the way your eyes are shining after he pulled back, the kiss helped.
Alejandro is used to inspiring people. Making speeches, leading, getting people to follow. Being the head of the group. He's been Colonel Vargas for so long that he's become a bit isolated, his skill of connecting one on one calcifying until moments like now. You were yelling at him. In his office, shouting him down because he'd decided to host a Valentine's thing to boost morale. You say it accidentally though, in your stream of words. Seeing the poster had triggered all your feelings of being unloved and unwanted. So Alejandro, more used to letting Rudy talk for him, panics. He's faced down death, but you hurting like that is terrifying and inconceivable. And he doesn't know what to do. So he sticks a Los Vaqueros sticker on your forehead. It works to get you to quiet down, so now you're stammering and staring at him in disbelief. And then you smack him. But oh well, he thinks. At least you laughed. You should never think you were unlovable, of all things.
Rudy is tired. He is so, so tired. Trudging back to his office after a long day on patrol, he wants nothing more than to go home to his partner.* But when he gets in, he's greeted with the sight of you, Alejandro's secretary, sitting in the chair in front of his desk and crying your eyes out. Upon seeing him, you sniffle, jumping up like you're going to bolt. Clearly, you weren't expecting Rudy back. But he is back, and he levels you with The Look™. He's not sure what it is about the certain expression, but it makes everyone who's faced with it admit everything to him. Usually, it's used on recruits brought in after breaking rules. But you look up at him with the biggest, saddest, wet eyed kitten left in the rain look Rudy has ever seen a human being give. And you spill your guts. You'd been having a bad already with the lead up to Valentine's Day, but Alejandro had passed by and made one of his stupid jokes that had caused you to flee, insecurities about being unlovable flaring up. You'd hidden in here, thinking he had the day off. And Rudy is tired, so he just pulls you into a hug, slowly shaking his head. He'll tell you in a little how loved you are, especially by Los Vaqueros, and not only for who you are, but also for consistently wrangling Alejandro, which is a near impossible feat. Rudy also makes a mental note to punch his best friend in the face later. You didn't deserve this.
*ayyyy Unexpected Greetings reference (kidding. mostly. Poor Rudy just needs a vacation.)
Hey, sorry I’ve been inactive on my main account. Just wanted to make a small request to anyone who’d want to write it.
If y’all would be up for it, I would really appreciate a small one-shot or a Headcanon about how cod characters would react to a reader who thinks they’re unlovable. I have a preference for Nikto, price, graves and Nikolai but I love all the cod characters dearly so the worlds your oyster.
If you're in the US, now is a great time to talk to the young people in your life about the US military:
The recruiter is not your friend. The military employs child psychologists to learn how to make you think the recruiter is your friend.
The recruiter is allowed to lie to you and makes more money if they do.
The recruiter is paid a commission to groom children into cannon fodder.
The recruiter will tell you you're special and will go into special smart soldier programs instead of combat. They're lying.
The recruiter may tell you they can tell if someone can get PTSD or not and only recruit people like you, who won't. They're lying.
The recruiter may tell you you'll be too busy attending free college (!!) to go overseas. They're lying.
The recruiter may ask what countries you want to travel to and promise you bougie placements on military bases in those countries. They're lying.
Even "It's just four years!" is a lie - the government is allowed to hold you past your enlistment period with a stop-loss order.
The recruiter actually has zero power to decide anything that happens to you after you enlist and they more importantly don't care what happens to you.
If you enlist, you will be brainwashed to make you willing to do things to other humans that you would never be willing to do today.
You will be ordered to do things that will kill children. And you'll do them.
The military is not the only way or even the best way for you to go to college or start a career.
Military brainwashing will actually make you into a terrible university student because it degrades your ability to think critically and question your sources.
Having PTSD and/or a TBI will make it harder to be a student and keep a job.
Veterans' benefits suck these days.
Being a veteran drastically increases your risk of homelessness, suicide, alcohol and drug dependence, prison time, and becoming an abuser to your loved ones.
The military will expose you to chemicals that will drastically increase your chances of developing cancer.
The military will withhold information about your rights to conscientiously object after enlisting.
Thinking about autistic wifey having a level ten freak out.
Someone at the store said something, not even directed at her, that sent her spiraling. A comment about how liking certain things was childish.
So wifey goes home and tears down all the posters and displays she had set up in the guest room (her reef, as Simon calls it). Shes sobbing, hardly able to breathe much less calm herself down.
Wifey even threw the stuffed seal Simon had given her into the garbage.
Once the room was torn up, she turned that anger and sadness toward herself. Wifey slammed her fists into her own body, still crying as bruises began to blossom.
When her body could handle no more, she curled up on the floor and tugged at the roots of her hair. When it came out in little chunks, she paid it no mind.
Simon came home not ten minutes later. The front door was open, so he went searching for wifey.
“Lovie?” He called out. “You home?”
Receiving no answer, he rushed toward the bedrooms upstairs. That’s where he found her.
“Baby,” he said softly, turning wifey to face him. “My sweet girl, what happened?”
Wifey didn’t respond, instead curling up against Simon. He gently stroked her hair, pulling her to him as tightly as he could.
She didn’t speak for the rest of the night, quietly helping Simon reset her reef to be how it was before.
He iced the bruises that littered her skin and gently brushed her hair to be free of tangles.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” Simon said quietly as he ran the brush through her locks. “Not right now, not until you’re ready.”
Wifey nodded and rubbed her eyes.
“Let’s get to bed, yeah?”
He was sure to hold her extra tight, laying almost completely on top of her like normal.
When Simon’s autistic wife squeaked the question quietly into his ear, he immediately nodded.
“John,” Simon said, standing up. He walked over to Price, who was hosting this nice party with all their friends. “Missus and I are headed out.”
“Tell her I said bye, then.” John was well aware of how overwhelming parties, even small get together parties like this one, could be for wifey.
Tears were streaming down her face by the time Simon opened the car door for her. He buckled her seatbelt and went around to the drivers’ side.
“Overstimulated?” He asked softly as he pulled out of the driveway. “I get it, the music was quiet… abrasive.”
“No,” she murmured, wiping tears away from her face with a sleeve. “Just wanna go home, please.”
Her voice sounded different, sadder.
“I don’t feel like I belonged there,” wifey said. “Like I was watching all of you interacting and- and it felt like an inside joke I don’t get to be part of.”
Simon reached over and let a large hand rest on hers. “Because they’re my coworkers?” He asked.
“No, Si,” she sniffled. “Because you all just- you can just talk and it comes so easily to you. You can smile and laugh and banter with each other without having to really put effort into it.”
“I just wish I didn’t feel like such an outsider all the time.” She hiccuped.
When they got home, Simon carried wifey inside in his strong arms. He laid her down on the bed before helping her get undressed then under her blankets.
Simon turned on her sound machine and music then flipped the lights out. He crawled into the bed, letting wifey snuggle up to him and eventually be nearly underneath his body.
“I love you,” Simon said softly, his fingers raking through her hair. “You’re never an outsider to me.”
What my pretties would do if they found out their partner struggled with confidence/social anxiety and insecurities <3
Kick
If he found out that you had confidence issues, he would be your hype man. Wearing something different? "Shit, are you trying to kill me here? You look stunning. You always do, but that color compliments you so much. Not as much as I intend to though."
literally the cheesiest man out there. Would make stupid puns, but in the end you feel so loved <3
Gary 'Roach' Sanderson
When he learns you don't feel confident he writes you notes as often as he can complimenting you. Or just telling you how awesome he thinks you are.
"(your favorite color) looks so good on you, I like seeing you happy :]"
or
"Are you a snack? Because I'd eat you up." < Roach is nearly as cheesy as Kick is, but in a more unintentional way
Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
Has no idea what you mean. "You're amazing though, what do you mean, cariño?" and you explain it to him
He's shocked. Starts texting you every single thought he has about you
"The sunset tonight reminded me of you"
"You're one of a kind mi Amor, I'm so lucky to have you"
"The medic here never puts on bandaids right, I wish you were here instead"
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
He has no idea what to do. He's used to feeling a bit sidelined, but the fact that you feel that way?? Unacceptable. Googles "how to help my partner feel more confident" and opens the wiki how article that pops up. Follows all the steps to a T.
He compliments you every morning, every night, and every time he thinks about you. Would reassure you that you're a good person, that people like you, and that he loves you
David 'Hesh' Walker
Has no idea what to do. Asks Elias who just tells him to buy you flowers (which he does) Asks Merrick who just shrugs. He panics so he asks how to help and whatever you tell him he does. He loves you, of course he'll tell you that none of your co-workers hate you. Of course he'll tell you that the cashier won't be mad at you if you tell them they forgot your change.
Logan Walker
Clueless. He does everything he thinks of but it doesn't really help as much as he thought it would. He tires all the things that usually work to make you feel better:
Makes you tea, hugs you, watches your favorite show together, cooks food for you. Its just??? not working???
He ends up having to ask around for help, which works somewhat. He reassures you when he recognizes you feel less confident and more insecure.
Nikto
Genuinely has no idea wtf you mean. He could give less than a shit about what people think about them, so what do you mean you're scared everyone hates you? Tells you you're crazy for thinking that, hoping it'll dispel any negative thoughts on your end... just makes it worse.
When they realize this, they feel sooo guilty. But they're too proud to admit it, so he just starts leaving snacks on your desk or buying your favorite drink and putting it eye-level in the fridge as an apology.
Directly after realizing telling you that you're crazy for thinking everyone hates you was a bad idea he scribbles out a "sorry" on a note and puts it on your phone.
Krueger
Acts like he doesn't give a shit.
"You really think that? tsk."
But then you start to notice that whenever you start wanting the ground to open up and swallow you whole he puts a hand on your shoulder.
You feel guilty asking the waiter for a napkin? Hand on the shoulder, sometimes he'll do it for you.
You feel self conscious in the clothes your wearing? Hand on the shoulder, blatantly looks you up and down then mumbles "you look nice."
Feeling like no one likes you? Hand on the shoulder (you get the routine by now) He'll look you dead in the eyes and say, "If anyone hates you, they won't be around much longer to do so." and then refuses to elaborate.
Imagine being John’s spouse but you’re not the “submissive housewife/husband” that his soldiers expect him to have. (This is mildly autistic reader coded because I’m basing this off of me)
You won’t cook. You CAN cook, you can follow a recipe quite easily when you put your effort into it. You simply don’t want to, and won’t. Whenever John’s not home, it’s takeout. Almost every night except for the nights you feel damned to make Mac and cheese.
You have a job. You go stir crazy if you’re left home with no one to talk to all the time. It’s full time, and a big part of your life. you’re at work more than you’re even home most days. (You make good money too, definitely enough to support yourself) You only take days off when John returns from deployment, just so he doesn’t have to sit at home by himself the entire time.
You never ever want kids. You’ve openly discussed and set this boundary years ago and you two are both happy with your giant dog child and nothing else. For our afab readers, you even got the money to get your tubes tied or have the whole thing removed. John was happy to get a vasectomy too. All possibilities of birthing a child have been reduced to zero.
Y’all don’t understand how much I LOVE Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Roommate! Reader. It’s just the idea of a cute lil’ roommate who’s just chilling at their apartment one night and then randomly gets jumped scared by Ghost cause he’s barely home. AND!! To make it even better, Ghost absolutely adores them and wants to keep them safe. <3
I get I sometimes come here to vent and I want to seperate my emotional feelings from my written work so we can all have a fun time, so I’ve made a seperate vent blog just for that!
I’ll be mostly posting vents, but I’ll always respond to messages and requests from you guys about non-cod related things! Like, how your days going, what you’re excited about, what’s got you stressed. Anything, let me know! It can be in private or public requests. Either way, I’ll always try to make time for you!
Here’s the link to the blog! See you there if you’re interested!
Duuuude your angsty fic with soap cheating but not cheating bc we weren’t together was so good, do you think you’ll make the next part soon? I don’t mean for this to come across as pressuring in anyway, I’m just eager to see where you’ll take it :) <33 … plus I cant handle angst/no comfort lol 😭
I promise I’ll make it soon! 😭 I’ve been rather mentally drained and the tumblr community (not you guys, just most of the people I come across) has a way to make it worse. But it’ll be here soon I swear!
Imagine getting close to Nikto. Close enough that he tells you about himself, his likes and dislikes, what and who he cares about. And "who" does he care about? One person, or rather one animal. Sputnik. He calls this "Sputnik" his малыш (baby) and щенок (puppy), and from the way he talks about him, you can deduce that it's a dog. And honestly? It's adorable. This big, mysterious man who just got done taking out enemies left and right just looks at you and goes:
"We cannot wait to see Sputnik again...He misses us." He muses, looking down at you. "We know that he would like you. He knows your scent already."
Give it some time (a lot of time, let's be real), and he's finally letting you into his home. You're amped, so ready to meet this dog that the Russian loves. He calls for Sputnik, you hear nails clicking on the floor, and are met with a very un-doglike sound. It's like cackling. The source trots right up to you, sniffing with its blunt nose at your legs while rounded ears wiggle on the top of it's vaguely canine head.
It's a hyena. A goddamn hyena. Sputnik is a hyena.
I don’t really do “DNI’s” since I find that people will interact regardless. I also tend to find that some people make some very…odd restrictions.
So instead, this is kinda of a list of people who probably won’t enjoy my content. If you see yourself on this list, be sure if you want to stay or not.
You won’t enjoy my content if you’re:
Someone who writes, reposts, or generally enjoys Noncon or rape fics. I don’t support it, and I have a personal history with the topic that I’d rather not discuss. I am anti-harassment, and I’ve never personally attacked anyone for writing noncon. But my blog is my blog, and I have a right to block anyone I want. Like I said earlier, there are safe spaces for this kind of content. This is not one of them.
Right wing, conservative or even just right leaning. I am a queer autistic woman, and I support all the rights of people of colour, trans people, the disabled, ect. I am pro-abortion, pro trans healthcare, pro-Medicare and I hate billionaires. I am not the “respect everyone’s opinion” kind of leftist. I will not tolerate you. I will just tell you to fuck off.
A terf, or agree with terf ideology. This one falls under “right wing” normally but I’ve made its own special category. Again, you can fuck off.
Religious, specifically Christian. I went to a private Christian school for a large portion of my life and I left that experience with trauma that I’ve only begun to scratch the surface of. I respect your right to believe, but I need you to respect that I want to be left alone and far away from religion.
A minor. Now, some of my content will be okay for minors to read, and I’m not actively against teenagers reading adult content (depending on what that content is). Sex isn’t a nasty or bad thing. It’s okay to be curious about it or even want it. But please don’t repost my work, comment or ask for things in my DMs or asks. This isn’t about me, this is about your safety. Interacting with adults in adult spaces is dangerous. Please take your safety seriously. All love ❤️
This will be updated every now and again, depending on how my tolerance of people is. I might remove people from the list, and I might add.
Understand, that even if you’re on this list, this doesn’t mean I hate you personally! (Except for terfs and conservatives. You can fuck off) it just means that this isn’t the space for you.
Have a lovely day! Take care of yourselves and do something you enjoy! 🩷
