What am I.

And suddenly there's more reasons to go than stay. ⦻ ад ждет тебя

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Let's be real.

He would wear this.

It fits him so well<33

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Most difficult choice for a teenage girl, I swear to god😭🙏

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The cycle of life🤑🤑

I honestly like the ship, but at the same time I can't imagine EJ with anyone. Idk how this works.

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Last one !!

This is life.

Anyway.. I hope he takes me.

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More of the circus that is creepypastas and them having phones.

Goddamn, gotta make 3 damn posts😭😭

Reading through these texts kind of hurt while making this.

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These are very much cannon😋😋 (I've got more to post, trust bro)

I would've put lesser known creepypastas, but these felt too accurate.. and I only today found out Sally Williams has no og image. Why did I think she does all this time??

Maybe cause she's one of the ogs of the fandom, so.. I expected it, ig.

All of these are real(but extremely old) messages from me and my ex bestfriend.

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Guess I'm the embodiment of a creepypasta, lol. Gotta go cut my mouth open, burn my eyelids off and bleach my skin🫡

If yall have any other creepypasta kinnie bingos, pls send them to me😋😋 I love these, honestly.

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I ALWAYS WIN.

Rorke x reader (any relationship)

Tw: Swear words, implied suicidal thoughts, implied suicide, implied depression, mentions of a gun

If any of the above make you uncomfortable or have any bad reaction, please proceed with caution.

If I missed any possible triggers for this post, please tell me:)

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You were one of the federations soldiers. A little more close to Rorke, but still a soldier under his command. No middle man. No nothing, but direct orders and expected obedience.

He didn't mind you. You listened. You stayed. You didn't betray. You were loyal. That was all that mattered, really.

It was one of those nights. You sat in the common room of one of the federations bases. Rorke sat across from you, trying to decipher some cryptic Ghost file on his computer. He seemed kind of pissed if anything, cause what the fuck is "(>)! /=+/=*€" ?! (I actually wanna see someone try to decipher that, lol. It DOES have a message, btw)

He had been stressed for a while now. Every day it was constant insults and yelling in the hallways. Towards everyone. He didn't have favorites. If he was mad at someone, he was mad at everyone. Including the higher ups who WOULDN'T GET OFF HIS FUCKING ASS.

Anyway. He eventually put the computer down next to him. So done with everything. Why did it have to be this way? The pistol he had strapped to his belt started feeling more and more appetizing. Just on bullet- ah, there's a deck of cards on the table.. maybe, he could play with you to get his mind off these new thoughts.

"Soldier."

He whistled to get your attention, already grabbing the cards.

"Yes, sir?"

Your response was quick and trained. Good. That's how it should be and always will be.

"Do you know how to play poker?"

"Yes."

"Hm."

He hummed, before speaking again.

"Play with me."

You didn't have a choice. You could tell from his stare and tone, plus his overall personality and previous actions.. he was in control and called the shots and actions of others. It didn't matter what you wanted. If he wanted for you to do something. You will do it whether you like it or not.

He shuffled the cards lazily, tiredly. Who could blame him for that tired shuffle? It was 1:47am. He had been awake and on his feet ever since 7:20am. He didn't get a single moments rest. He never did.

He didn't even let you pick which type of poker you were gonna play. He picked omaha. He dealt 4 hole cards to both of you and 5 community cards. The leftover cards he put to the side.

And like that, you both started playing... it went on for an hour, cause he kept losing. And he refused to lose. He had to win atlest once.

You were growing tired of the same scenario constantly happening. You winning, him losing, him glaring at you while redealing the cards.

Your hands ached from being in the same position over and over again, but who was he to care about a lowly soldier like YOU? You were nothing. You deserved nothing. And you easpiecally didn't deserve victory, even in a card game.

His anger was rising until finally, out of pure annoyance and tiredness, you let him win. He smirked.

"See? I always win. No matter how long it takes."

"Right."

He noticed how dry and tired your response was. He always noticed everything.

"Go rest. I need you at your best tomorrow."

Grumbling while putting the cards away into their box, he waved you off, sending you to the barracks where the rest of the soldiers slept.

"Yes, sir."

The last words that echoed in the room, before footsteps were the only things heard as you left. He didn't say anything, only took his computer back on his lap.

2:59am.

Fuck, he hadn't even decrypted one message and he was supposed to decrypt 5 fucking files? What did these stupid ass higher ups expect from one man?

He groaned and continued working, falling asleep after another hour of work.

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Rorke is a slightly controlling, obsessive fuck. Prove me wrong.

He can't take losing well. Whether he expresses it or not, that's up to his mood and the person he's losing against.

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PØRN ADS...

Kick × Reader

(Platonic.. maybe romantic.)

Slight NSFW!

TW: Swearing, slight nsfw, mentions of WORK/jk

If any of this makes you uncomfortable, please proceed with caution!

Kick is one of the only people who survives until the end of the game, btw. Along with Neptune, but people never acknowledge the fact those two survived.

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Recently, you had been having some.. interesting problems with your phone. Any website, game, etc. The ads you got were all pørn ads. At first you didn't care to much, it was only a few ads, right? Well, it wasn't anymore, and you got real tired of seeing tits and ass everywhere.

So, since Kick was the team's tech nerd who can fix literally any tech related problem, you went to him after your daily training session. He was in his office, working on hacking- whatever Elias made him hack into, now - you hadn't really paid attention to the last meeting, so you didn't know, honestly.

You knocked on the door and his voice immediately rang.

"A second!"

You wouldn't be surprised if he was watching something he wasn't supposed to. It was Kick, goddamnit. You literally caught him rubbing his bulge during a mission once. Sometimes you think if he really is 31 and not a teenager going through puberty..

"Come in,"

His voice sounded from the room once again. You entered, immediately speaking.

"You weren't watching something you weren't supposed to, did you?"

He IMMEDIATELY started sweating BULLETS.

"What?! No! I'm not.. like that.."

He grumbled, rubbing his neck as you silently interrogated him basically. He shot you a glare, too weak to scare you for real, though.

"What do you need?"

Leaning back and crossing his arms, he listened, expecting to be asked about the files or something professional, not-

"Can you get rid of these.. weird ads on my phone? I'II buy you chocolate if you do."

"Weird ads? Really?.. you're lucky I love chocolate."

He huffed loudly, waving you over, so you could give him your phone. You had entered a random website just to show him what you meant and oh how comical it was to see how wide his eyes got.

"Goddamn.. are you sure you haven't been searching something to make this happen? Ads are personalized, you know.. for the most part atlest."

You shot him a glare.

"No."

"Can I check? It could help resolve the problem.."

It was a blatant lie.. he just wanted to see if you were as much of a freak as him.

"Fine."

"Nice."

Checking your search history, it was.. interesting. It was like a laundry basket. You don't know what you'II find in there.

"Real smooth. Pørn? Really?"

He laughed at just the number of times you had searched that.

"Fix my damn phone.."

"Fine, fine."

He turned back to his computer, starting to work on fixing whatever mess you had created for yourself..

It took around 20 minutes to fully liquidate the ads and exchange them for normal ones, but he did it all while glancing at you while you stared at him with pure scrutinization.

"Done.. and you owe me a small bag of chocolate."

"Consider it done."

You sighed, taking your phone back, leaving.

"Cya.."

"I'II see ya around."

He nodded, turning back to his computer as soon as you left to continue his.. earlier activities.

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Kick is a freak, confirmed. Idc what anyone says, I will always take that as cannon.

Since I have a pretty big school project that I have to make in a month, I'm probably gonna post even less sadly. Probably once every 2 weeks, but I'II see if I can continue my typical schedule of once a week. I'm trying my best🙏🙏

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Love how all of the times I've doodled Simon, it's been in one of my school notebooks, lolz

He looks so different in every single one. Crazy

Note: ofcourse, these were during class, so some details might be forgotten and it does look like shit

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SNEAK ATTACK!

Kick x Reader (Romantic!)

Tw: Swearing.

If you're uncomfortable with any of the above, please proceed with caution.

Elias isn't dead.. nor is Ajax.. Logan isn't kidnapped.. it was all a shared dream!

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A solo mission. Kick hated those. He preferred working with someone, whether it was Merrick, Keegan or Neptune, he didn't care. He wasn't picky with the ones he actually liked, easpiecally when it came to his team. Though, he had no choice. Elias couldn't send more than one person on this mission, and in his opinion? Kick was the best option. His tech specialty was needed on this one more than any other.

The mission took 2 full days of sneaking around, hiding, hacking, and more. He was exhausted once he got back with a stolen vehicle, which Elias took from him to get rid of it. "We can't be seen with an enemy's vehicle, Kick. You know this." Elias said, almost going onto one of his typical old man rants. Kick just nodded and walked off, heading into base. He walked the halls aimlessly, suddenly forgetting the bases layout, easpiecally where his quarters and shower rooms were. At this point, though? He didn't care if he smelled like shit or even looked like it, he wanted rest. No, he needed it badly.

He, eventually, out of the spite the universe had for him, found the common room. ,A couch is better than some creaky floor," Kick sighed, walking in, jumping onto the couch like a little child, completely ignoring Hesh and Logan's presence.

"You smell like shit."

Hesh mused, a snicker sounding from him and Logan. Hesh didn't mean it in a bad way, just the typical bantering between them.

"Should we show you where the shower rooms are?"

He continued, smirking. When Kick didn't answer, they both stopped bothering him. He was tired, they understood. Who wasn't tired dealing with the perfect, beautiful- ahem, the relentless and traitorous Rorke and the federation? Shit, even Keegan was tired of all of this, now.

The brothers sat quietly, playing Minecraft on their phones. You could hear a few remarks from Hesh, who hadn't played in a while. Some sounded like,"what the fuck is the creaking?!" And,"why is there pink wood, now?!" Kick would laugh if his whole body didn't hurt and he wasn't falling asleep.

And then he felt it. Another human body, drop onto his back, pressing against every piece of flesh he had.

"Welcome back."

Your voice. Oh, how he missed his perfectly perfect partner, (readers name)! You were so... ugh, words couldn't describe it even.

"Thanks, sweetheart.."

He mumbled, sighing. He tried to turn over onto his back, but it was difficult because of your weight. He did it eventually, though and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Cuddles.."

He mumbled, demanding the one thing he loved more then his monitors and keyboard. He didn't push you down under him, he didn't push you into a position you weren't comfortable in, just waited for you to move to some more comfortable position. Which you did! Turning him onto his side. He just pulled you closer, his hands on your back and waist, holding you. You both cuddled quietly, falling asleep slowly... well, except for Kick. He fell asleep in like 3.4 seconds. After that? Not even Logan's screaming at dying to a zombie and Hesh's booming loud laughter would wake him.

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I love Kick, lowkey. He's my second favorite cod character, right after Rorke, ofcourse<33 appreciation for Rorke !!

Anyway, I feel like no matter how horny of a bastard Kick is, he would still prefer those silent cuddles where neither of you said anything.

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Who tf was searching for child porn on the school computer.

And why is it always "my" computer that has the craziest shit ??😭

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Guess I'm only in my prime of drawing when it's late at night💔💔

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"99% chance that you have depression!" Ahh💔💔

It would be 100% if I didn't hate apologizing and admitting fault, plus if I actually felt the amount of empathy described😃

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It's almost 2am💔💔

You can take this as shipart if you want to. I personally don't ship last bullet (rorke x Elias, YES, I call it last bullet) but yall can do what you want..

Rorke got pregnant after that❤️❤️ (not my art)

I'm actually so cooked, though.. why do I have motivation for art at fucking 1am.

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Crazy

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THE SHEPHERD CRIED WOLF.. BUT HE DIDN'T?

(SFW)

Tuffnut X Reader

(platonic)

TW: Swear words, Chicken.

If any of the above make you uncomfortable, please proceed with caution!

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Was Tuffnut seriously supposed to trust YOU? He literally caught you sneaking around, even trying to steal the dragon eye! What the fuck was he supposed to think? Yet everyone else just brushed it off as you being disoriented? Curious? Helpless? WHAT?

Even his own sister didn't believe him! She completely brushed him off. Wow, atlest Chicken still believed him... the chicken was not amused.

Ofcourse, with everyone's trust on you, you eventually stole the dragon eye pretty easily. Shocking, I know. And Tuffnut thought everyone would run to him to apologize for not believing in him.. they didn't. They fucking didn't. They(mostly Hiccup) just started planning on how to get it back.

Wow.

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A little lazy for this one. Just didn't really have the motivation sadly, but wanted to cross this idea off. Might make a follow up or longer version if someone requests it♡