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welcome to my blog!

halò! I'm isaac & i write. sometimes. i’m currently very fixated on call of duty (mainly the modern warfares) and this is my space to just...splurg. as well as writing for the modern warfare cast, i will be writing for my cod ocs !! my asks and dms are open always <3 i go by any pronouns & i'm queer ✯

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✶ cod oc ‘cujo’ ✶ cod oc ‘ángel’

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Missing you forever never forgetting you isaac 💔☹️💔💔/P/silly

#nevaforget

HIHIHIHI i MISS you bugsyboo my fave silly ever!!!!!!!!!

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i adore the new pfp

thank you!!!!!! its so silly i love tigers so mcuh i love them so mcuh i love them so much grrrr

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stares wistfully at my ocs... i miss my wives :( i miss them a lot

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this is so real. cujo come HOME.

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just watched the tv glow. it was great. said with gritted teeth and tears streaming down my face.

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No One Plays Alone Masterpost

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Oh so you thought I forgot about you huh ..............

Nuh uh!! Look into my boba pearl eyes /Silly

How are you doing!!! :3333

BUGSY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HELLO!!!!!!!!!! I MISSED YOU!!!!

i am doing well…generally…..at the moment i am sensitive 😓 just watched dead poets society for the first time evaaa and i crode. A lot. BUT good cry…maybe… it has inspired a lot lot..

how have YOU! been!!! blinking back with my big brown orbs… i love you i blink in morse code before they widen slightly as I remember to blink slash platonic afterwards <333 !!!

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YOU! beloved mutual! happy holidays :33

heres your son. i hope i didnt butcher him ^^;;;

OH MY GOODODOD 😭😭😭😭

you did NOT butcher him at all!!!!!!!! <3 im actually jumping up and down as i write this,,,doing laps of my bedroom 😇 you are so so talented and I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭 i hope you have a prrfect christmas and you get everything you want and MORE!!!!!! you’ll be seeing me on the news tonight,,,local brit kisses jupiter ☝️☝️

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i am very strong and manly and definitely did not cry at paddington 3,,,

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It’s my birthday, I’m officially 22 now! Yay for me!

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wiping away a tear,, they grow up so fast,,

(happy birthday. ily.)

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🫧 don’t even i was supposed to see them in london but the seats were so shit </3 hoping they go back to portsmouth like for the dreamland tour. genuinely one of the best concerts i’ve been to in my life 🎰

Oof. I've never been to a concert. (I don't know why I'm interjecting myself into this conversation.)

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unable to stop thinking about how sylvester is roughly 15 or so years older than cujo. and. i love it;;; cujos been on my mind a *lot* lately ngl. hes a cutie pie <3

he is!!!! he also has not left my mind lately,,like,,at all, trust that i'm writing more for him!!!! and i am also on a constant thought of the gap between them

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i love my muruale so much ueueueueue 😭😭😭 hope you all hwve w plentiful halloween !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! will reblog with picture when home but love you all Lots

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was a cowboy for halloween actually

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i love my muruale so much ueueueueue 😭😭😭 hope you all hwve w plentiful halloween !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! will reblog with picture when home but love you all Lots

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YOU !!! beloved mutual!!!! a wild trick or treater has spawned in your askbox!!! wyd? also happy spooky scary skeleton day!!!!

i will throw sweets at you!!! full size candy bars,,or whatever they say in murica,, i’m thinking some milky way bars and heroes annnnnd celebrations aaaand everutjijg else :3 happy spooky scary skeleton day!!!!!!!

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`*:;, 31 OCTOBER 1997

Layla felt eyes on her. Not an unusual thing, especially given her line of work, but it was slightly unnerving nonetheless. She did her best to ignore it and instead busied herself by fumbling with her lighter, taking a long drag of the cigarette and exhaling just as slowly- watching the smoke curl out the hospital window. Fucking finally. She hadn’t been able to smoke since her test came back positive. Apparently smoking whilst pregnant could mess up the baby, and the poor thing was already at a loss with Ewan’s genes.

Not a thing- she mentally corrected. A boy. Her boy. That constituted another drag and this time the exhale was followed by a sigh. She wasn’t ready for this- hell- she barely had her own life together: how was she expected to raise another? The eyes were still on her back and Layla huffed before turning around to look at the baby and his expression was almost disapproving. Well, as disapproving as a newborn could get. Like a displeased scrunch.

Layla raised an eyebrow, “What? You’re not allowed to judge me, you’re like.. half an hour old.” But when the bairn continued to stare, she rolled her eyes and took a final puff- stubbing the cig out on the windowsill before moving back over to the plastic bed and sliding under the thin sheet. She could’ve sworn the thing smiled.

The thought made her fight one of her own and she looked away, “Fuck off-” She caught herself too late and she rolled back over, eyes wide, “Shit- no- you didn’t hear anything.” Layla squinted at him before sighing, picking him up gently and internally trying not to panic at how light he was- she was sure she’d held guns heavier. “You’re not allowed to be disappointed with me, a bhobain,” she scolded softly, a smile teasing her lips, “I’m your mother.” 

Mother. 

It was a weird word. One that she didn't completely think resonated with her. She was too used to breaking everything she held, and the tiny being she was cradling was too fragile for her liking. ‘Babies bounce, Layla. Everything will be fine.’ Andrew's words from a couple of weeks ago loop on her mind, but it doesn't stop her from overthinking.

The boy in her arms looked almost too similar to who she saw when she looked at old photos and it made her heart ache with the urge to protect him from the dangers of the world- from the evil that would try and curl around him like smoke: the same smoke that shrouded her late at night when she was all alone. She wasn’t alone. Not anymore. 

“Isn’t that right, little one?” Layla laughed weakly before sniffling, harshly wiping her eyes, “I have you to keep me company.”

guess who's doing the walk of shame. me. cujo's birthday and I was going to write something but isaac forgot he was out all day for halloween. eye twitching. but i have a draft!!! it was meant to be a bigger thing but i don't have the time so baby cujo rambling!!!

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STOP DOING THIS IN INJURY FICS!!

Bleeding:

Blood is warm. if blood is cold, you're really fucking feverish or the person is dead. it's only sticky after it coagulates.

It smells! like iron, obv, but very metallic. heavy blood loss has a really potent smell, someone will notice.

Unless in a state of shock or fight-flight mode, a character will know they're bleeding. stop with the 'i didn't even feel it' yeah you did. drowsiness, confusion, pale complexion, nausea, clumsiness, and memory loss are symptoms to include.

blood flow ebbs. sometimes it's really gushin', other times it's a trickle. could be the same wound at different points.

it's slow. use this to your advantage! more sad writer times hehehe.

Stab wounds:

I have been mildly impaled with rebar on an occasion, so let me explain from experience. being stabbed is bizarre af. your body is soft. you can squish it, feel it jiggle when you move. whatever just stabbed you? not jiggly. it feels stiff and numb after the pain fades. often, stab wounds lead to nerve damage. hands, arms, feet, neck, all have more motor nerve clusters than the torso. fingers may go numb or useless if a tendon is nicked.

also, bleeding takes FOREVER to stop, as mentioned above.

if the wound has an exit wound, like a bullet clean through or a spear through the whole limb, DONT REMOVE THE OBJECT. character will die. leave it, bandage around it. could be a good opportunity for some touchy touchy :)

whump writers - good opportunity for caretaker angst and fluff w/ trying to manhandle whumpee into a good position to access both sites

Concussion:

despite the amnesia and confusion, people ain't that articulate. even if they're mumbling about how much they love (person) - if that's ur trope - or a secret, it's gonna make no sense. garbled nonsense, no full sentences, just a coupla words here and there.

if the concussion is mild, they're gonna feel fine. until....bam! out like a light. kinda funny to witness, but also a good time for some caretaking fluff.

Fever:

you die at 106F (40.5C). no 'oh no his fever is 107F!! ahhh!" no his fever is 0F because he's fucking dead. you lose consciousness around 103, sometimes less if it's a child. brain damage occurs at over 104.

ACTUAL SYMPTOMS:

sluggishness

inability to speak clearly

feeling chilly/shivering

nausea

pain

delirium

symptoms increase as fever rises. slow build that secret sickness! feverish people can be irritable, maybe a bit of sass followed by some hurt/comfort. never hurt anybody.

fevers are a big deal! bad shit can happen! milk that till its dry (chill out) and get some good hurt/comfort whumpee shit.

keep writing u sadistic nerds xox love you

also - this post was not an invitation to share a bunch of enormously traumatic stories. stop messaging me things like 'related to ur last post' and then it's a really upsetting recount of an assault you experienced. this is a writing blog, not a medical newsletter. I'm muting the notifs because I don't like seeing it pop up in my feed - if you have a genuine writing question, please dm me, i'd love to hear it. thank you.