Howdy! Name's Brooke, and this is my CoD hyper-fixation side blog.
ā¼ļøPosting: I am a person human with a human person full time job and a volunteer on the side. Writing is my favorite hobby but I am not going to post and update everyday, though I try to throw some things out. Bigger works take more time.
East Coast US (GMT-4)
I write things sometimes. (almost exclusively MW'22 'round here)
I play games! CoD. RDR2. Horizon 1&2. Ghost of Tsushima and Yotei are my favs
And I read books and comics too :D
Writing Tag: hat's writing
See: The Masterlist!! (This needs to be updated so badly I'm sorry)
āRules of Engagement, Info, & Writing Boundaries:
TLDR: Don't be an ass. This blog's got a mix of fluff and filth. NSFW is tagged and flagged. I don't talk with minors and expect them to scroll responsibly. Curate your experienceāthis is your heads-up. No AI šāāļøš¤
Want to be added to a tag list? For on-going series, yes! just ask in the replies, dms, or askbox! (Please note that if you're a new blog, it may take a few days for hellsite to allow you to be taggable. Make SURE you have your allow tags set on!!)
For random blurbs (like random hybrid stuff or random thoughts) no taglists :( ... A lot of my posts are random blurbs, and I don't have the capacity to keep up with smaller things like that. Sorry <3
Rules/FYIs:
This blog has 18+ content.
You are the curator of your internet experience, I will tag CWs the best I can.
Don't be a dick. <3
Ask box always open :)))) No promises on answers tho. But I try. (please send me asks so I can procrastinate I'm begging) I try to answer in the order they come in, but obviously some things can change/alter that.
There may be NSFW; it will be tagged and flagged.
There's enough hate in the world, don't bring it over here. (See #3)
We're chill here, yeah? Just out here enjoyin' some dudes. (See #3)
War crimes are only acceptable if they are fictional and meant for exploring the bigger topics of humanity, thanks.
I know won't write certain things, but I'll cross those bridges if I get to them. For now:
No incest
No age play (look okay, we can negotiate. daddy/mommy kink is a v situation dependent thing)
No piss kink (ikik tomatoes tomatoes) and no scat kink.
No cannibalism š (am down for some blood stuff tho, das it)
No non-con and probably no cnc unless it's borderline straight up consensual (like waking up to blowie is probably my line on it.)
Things I loooovveee to write:
Slice of life and comfort.
Post-torture/post-whump caretaking
Men crying big ol' fat tears from their big wet eyes
Price took a puff of the cigar before passing it back to Nik's.
Nikolai always knew the ones Price would like. The ones he wouldn't. Always had some in whatever safehouse they'd be in. It was becoming habit now.
The habit of laying in bed, sweat drying on their bare skin. Price didn't stop it the first time. And now had dug himself too far in.
"You don't want this wif me, Nik." Price said, watching the city lights outside the windows. Blurred by the evening rain.
"Want what, Captain?"
Price could feel Nik's eyes on him, like something had latched there and Nik wouldn't let go.
"This," Price raised his arms in some general gesture and takes the cigar back. "'m not meant for romance."
Nikolai sighed. Then said, "I do not stay for romance."
Price hummed around the cigar. Smoke filling his mouth, the taste rich and earthy, like a forest after a storm. "Then you risk dyin' fer fun?"
The mattress shifted with Nikolai's movements. Sitting up higher against the back board. Shoulder just touching Price's.
"I stay," Nikolai said. "Not for fun. or glory. or the promise of something better."
Price huffed something like a laugh, "not just romantic, a hopeless one at that."
Nikolai's arm came around his shoulders then, warm and familiar. A motion that Price knew well, but it still drew breath from him. "I stay, because you are a stubborn, lonely man."
Price was quiet.
"You need help," Nikolai said. "I have help to give."
"And yet you want nothing."
Nikolai took the cigar then. "Not true." A pull, smoke curling up between them. "But I am not asking you to give it back the same way I give it."
There was another brief silence. Hum of the fan and an vehicle siren far away.
"Go to sleep," Price said.
It was Nikolai's turn to laugh. He moved againāsetting the cigar aside, clicking off the lamp, settling down beneath the sheets in their usual, habitual arrangement. Price's back pressed against Nik's chest. Nik's arms around Price. Legs almost tangled.
Kyle, only half-lucid on morphine and maybe a concussion, still aware that his elbow bone is definitely not in his elbow: "fuckin hell. yeah. thanks mate"
Kyle, days later, after the hospital, "wait. The fuck?"
Ghost, also later, "I like your bones. āā (ā Ā ā Ėā _ā Ėā )ā ā They are good."
I just know that first cig after sex that Simon gets to enjoy is from breathing it in through a sloppy kiss from Price was literally better than sex.
like he's been stuffed and satiated and for the first time in months, maybe years, his mind is quiet enough to hear someone else's breathing under his ear. And it's John's.
And John tilts Simon's face up with the knuckle under Simon's chin. And the way John's mouth meets his, smoke filling Simon's senses, gets him addicted for life.
You, blessed child of the gods, earth, ann seas, heir to the throne, and brightest hope of the land. Your birth meant salvation for the realm. Which means salvation for all.
And what is the promise of salvation if not but the sweetest honey. Bones imbued with light of the holy, blood coursing with divinity. A scent ripe and raw for those most desperate for deliverance.
You, blessed child of the gods, earth, ann seas, heir to the throne, and brightest hope of the land. Your birth meant salvation for the realm. Which means salvation for all.
And what is the promise of salvation if not but the sweetest honey. Bones imbued with light of the holy, blood coursing with divinity. A scent ripe and raw for those most desperate for deliverance.
Cat hybrid!Makarov able to do that weird thing cats do when they can make themselves feel heavier than they are... Making it ridiculously hard to move him anywhere.
Cut to Yuri who may have been taking a short nap waking up to him laying on top of him, trying to move him only results in the now pissed off cat hybrid to make himself feel heavier, growling in annoyance at every attempt Yuri makes to move him.
Yuri eventually stopping when Makarov sinks his claws into his back, resting his head on his shoulder with those sharp teeth dangerously close to his neck. He's stuck there until Makarov decides he has better things to do.
Ghost is a mechanic, but takes in cyborgs who get a little beat up on the down low (itās illegal for mechanics to repair augments because the ruling class wants to keep it elite and expensive).
bitches be like "i love writing fanfiction" and then constantly second guess themselves because what if they're not good enough what if it's cringe what if no one likes it what if people laugh when they see it what if i mischaracterized someone what if i didn't tag it properly what if what if what if
Time means nothing to Johnny now. The way Kyle's hand strokes gently through his hair. Kyle's thigh warm beneath his head. The smell of Kyle's sweat and body wash filling his senses. He's trying to stay awake, focused on the movie he had so enthusiastically recommended.
"Johnny" Kyle whispers, scratching at the bottom of the mowhawk.
"Mm" Johnny mumbles.
Kyle huffs a soft little laugh. "Johnny we can go to bed."
"Noooo," Johnny whines. "Mmm. Tha movie..."
The hand resumes in his hair. Stroking slow and easy. Johnny feels the vibration of Kyle's voice again, but his mind's gone soft and light at the edges.
"le's just, mmm stay." Is all Johnny manages to give.
Kyle's other hand finds Johnny's. Laces their fingers, Johnny's so so pliant in his. Brings it up to his lips and kisses the knuckles.
"How long then?"
The corners of Johnny's mouth smirk lazily. "Forever." Johnny buries his face into Kyle's thigh, rubbing and rubbing until he settles again.
So many Ideas in brain but that session seriously wiped me out :/// in a good way like emotionally 10/10 therapy is great but also I'm so tired and had to deal with the most stereotypical high school bullying today. (it was seriously the most basic ahh thing. but the most effective ??? Type of bullying. Like said as "a joke" but also it was out of the blue and without prompting? ?? And it baffled me so much I couldn't form an immediate correction in English or in Spanish other than "that is not nice." so I just turned to the victim of it who also was the kid I was working with and said "ignore them. they want attention, you are getting things done." And he said "yeah ms. they're crazy" so i mean)
But fukkkkk I wanna write but ough. I just ough man whomp whomp
Also I have a bandaid on my left thumb and left pointer finger because I cut myself with a knife two different times while cooking š§āāļø and the meal wasn't even that yummy.
Today was not a bad day but was so weird. Anyway I should go write this in my journal before blog becomes my journal lmao.
