ScaredySpooks

this is where I post my fanfics, art, ramblings etc - 18+ MDNI - they/them https://scaredyspooks.carrd.co/

[scaredyspooks]

Welcome!

My name is Spooks, and I like to write tooth-rotting fluffy, angsty, smutty stuff about fictional characters who I yearn painfully for. And if you're here, you probably do too! Or at least reading it.

Some lil bits about me; I love videogames and music, I've adored telling stories since I was a tiny tot, and I am very gradually working on my digital art skills!

(Graphics credits to @saradika-graphics)

Masterlist below the cut ♡

I've separated these into Fandoms for y'all ♡

Call of Duty

Baldur's Gate 3

Far Cry 4

Bullet Train

Elder Scrolls (Coming soon)

Red Dead Redemption (Coming soon)

Advent Calendar Drabbles!

Kinktober 2025

Original Characters:

Freya Maroni Olivia (Liv) Gale Gemma Brooks Minerva (Minnie) Brooks

[scaredyspooks]

Kinktober 2025

This year I'll be attempting Kinktober! The fandoms are a little all over the place, largely because I have way too many interests, but that means there's something here for everyone! Let's dive in. (More blurbs will be added over time.)

Orgasm control - Makarov(COD) x m!reader - Your wonderful superior has decided it's about time you learn his language. Any failures will, as always, be met with punishment.

2. Coming untouched - Johnny Silverhand(Cyberpunk) x f!reader - Fuck buddy has no corporeal form? No problem! Because he also controls those pesky brain chemicals.

3. Alien abduction - The Emperor(BG3) x f!reader - He's tried exerting his will the easy way, but your dumb little primitive mind is too slow for manipulation. This way is just... easier. (CW - dubcon, oviposition, kidnapping.)

4. Sounding - Gale(BG3) x m!reader - It's Gale. He found a new kind of wand, he got curious, and now he needs your help. Damn wizards...

5. Dacryphilia - König(COD) x f!reader - Based off my fic Neighbours - Your weird upstairs neighbour has - unbeknownst to you - squeezed under his floorboards again to watch through the holes in your ceiling. If only he was there to comfort you, wipe away your tears, give you a whole new reason to cry. (CW - stalking, voyeurism, he's a creep.)

6. Outdoor sex - Soap(COD) x m!reader - The master of danger kink himself just escaped death with his favourite private. Now you're safe in the forest's underbrush, and he's got a pretty stubborn problem to take care of.

7. Bloodplay - Astarion(BG3) x f!reader - It's his first time feeding on you since learning you... don't just see him as something to use? The emotions are high, and they make him a little messy. (CW - blood, injury, biting.)

8. Webcam - Ghost(COD) x f!reader - Everyone has their guilty pleasures, especially when they're on leave. Price has whatever freaky shit he gets up to with that little wife of his, Soap has his boyfriend, Gaz has his roommates that definitely aren't roommates anymore. Simon has... you. Pixelated, performing, perfect you.

9. Shibari - Pagan Min(FC4) x f!reader - He's always felt something was missing from his throne room. Tapestries, portraits, sculptures... All so cold, and lifeless. But now you're here, well...

10. CNC - Graves(COD) x f!reader,

11. Handcuffs - Felix Neumann(COD) x f!reader,

12. Kneeling - Makarov(COD) x f!reader,

13. Free use - Soap(COD) x f!reader,

14. Choking/gagging - Price(COD) x f!reader,

15. Object insertion - Raphael(BG3) x f!reader,

16. High protocol - Pagan Min(FC4) x m!reader,

17. Service kink - Price(COD) x Gemma(OC),

18. Size Queen - Tsun(TES) x f!reader,

19. Sensory deprivation - Nikto(COD) x Minnie(OC),

20. Golden shower - Graves(COD) x Freya(OC),

21. Forced orgasm - Alejandro(COD) x f!reader,

22. Quiet sex - Kyle(COD) x Addie(OC),

23. Praise kink - Vaas Montenegro(FC3) x f!reader,

24. Non-con - Molag Bal(TES) x f!reader,

25. Pillory/stocks - Zevlor(BG3) x m!reader,

26. Lingerie - Adler(COD) x f!reader,

27. Gangbang - Slashers x f!reader,

28. Multiple orgasms - Rudy(COD) x f!reader,

29. Omorashi - Price(COD) x f!reader,

30. Fucking machine - Laswell(COD) x f!reader,

31. Overstimulation - Kyle(COD) x f!reader,

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[scaredyspooks]

Brb I’m fetching his house slippers and cigar

[secondlina]

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[hiraeth-muse]

This is an RP and drabble blog for the characters in my COD fanfic Burn Notice! I love writing for them, and they always end up having super entertaining interactions with other CCs and OCs, so I wanted to have them all in one place on a Multi-Muse blog. If you'd like to RP, feel free to drop me a message to plot, or you're welcome to throw me a starter in my asks if you'd prefer! CWs, guidelines, etc can be found here.

The Voices:

The Verses: Burn Notice. They're in the Walls. System Error.

[scaredyspooks]

Dis me btw - gonna be my main rp blog from now on! 💕

[sunflower-chai]

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

thanks @ghosts-and-blue-sweaters and @cbuttonduo for the tag!! <3

wow i’m obsessed with this and i feel it’s fairly accurate!!

tags (no pressure): @thewildballyntynesgrow @bronzetomatoes @cloverstellar @clingyduoapologist @seeking-elsewhither @thoughts-of-caly

[nohimeren-deactivated20250725]

Nobody tagged me, but I decided to try this… I actually like doing this kind of stuff 👀

Tag: @callmelitlesunshine @xixistar (only two, but any can to join) Ofc if you want!

[price-askblog]

tag: @mushyroom02 @soapmactavish-blog

[soapmactavish-blog]

@ask-lieutriley @irl-roach-boy @verytiredmedic

[irl-roach-boy]

@jeanzoriley-cod @ask-gaz @ask-roachsanderson

@lynxontherun

[jeanzoriley-cod]

@ask-lieutthiha @askmousy @ask-sgtcrow @ask-lieutriley

[ask-sgtcrow]

@ask-gaz @feiyunaskblog @ask-lieutskid @sparrow-zayda @mariana-parra-ask +anyone else that want to do it ;) haven’t got a clue who to tag i’ll be fr

[sparrow-zayda]

Well…okay :D!

@johnprice-asks @las-almas-border-patrol @thelocalfolklore @soap-askblog @ghost-askblog @alejandro-ask

(Your turn, Amigos!)

[ghost-askblog]

(apparently i was tagged even during my inactivity and its honestly very reassuring people still remember me even after my lengthy ongoing hiatus, and for that i'm grateful!)

@ask-gaz @askthemactav @ask-philgraves

(go ahead luvs <3)

[askcassanything]

My six, plus the memes that i found literally right after. I love my pinterest curation 🩷🩷

Yes I use the ninjago one on the daily now.

Open ended tags, but tagging

@scaredyspooks @vedma-s-vostoka in case they havent been tagged.

[scaredyspooks]

My six for my actual name

Plus the first 4 that come up for Spooks 👻

@lilbardrhi @lostintransist @fishyvamp @awkward-fink

[lostintransist]

[emerges from the dead]

ghoap angst? Ghost holds a lot of misplaced anger after mwiii - after Soap’s death.

He partially blames Price for ordering Johnny to step down when he had the shot. Hell, he even blames himself somehow for assuming his captain placed the same amount of confidence in Johnny than he did him.

If Price had just let him pull the fucking trigger, maybe he would still be here, alive, with him - in his arms.

But he’s not and they feel most empty. Simon tries to fill the gap with bourbon or throwing himself in whatever op he could get his hands on, even the riskier ones.

A part of him wishes it’d been him that day, muttering ‘why is it always the good ones’ to himself where no one can hear him spiral.

Simon is not suicidal in the way that most people think but he doesn’t see himself resisting the current if things were to go south on a mission.

Demi! 😘 remember you asked for this. @cafekitsune thanks for the dividers!

CW: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT Canon Johnny death, suicidal ideation (If you wonder about letting go and something bad ending it all for you or a car accident just taking you out? that does out as ideation I was shook when my therapist pointed out that I was suicidal as a teen because of that), canon style violance, Simon dies in the end.

AO3 | Masterlist

Minors beware, no sexual context but emotional violence abounds.

Trains screeched by on the metal tracks, brakes fighting for friction. They had made it down to the platform; now Johnny and his captain would need to disable the bomb before it took out the city above it.

“Red wire, got it.”

His captain’s gaze flicked. That was the only warning he got. That platform beneath the city would become his tomb. Johnny stood, hand already moving for his gun at Makarov’s appearance. He wasn’t fast enough.

Johnny watched, the flash of the muzzle pulling his eyes to the light. His soul screamed to look for Ghost, Simon, before his synapses could pass the message hand over hand that his time had come. No part of him wanted his last memory to be of anything but the man he loved so desperately and had never found the nerve to tell.

“Soap!” Captain Price called him, voice rough.

No part of him remembered the past or yearned for the future. The smell of the dank dust permeated his nose, throat. He wondered if they couldn’t get his body out, would the archaeologists of millennia to come be able to pinpoint his last breath based on the atoms in his lungs?

Eyes flicking open he rose, pulling his blade from its sheath on his thigh. Makarov stood over his captain, saying something the ringing in Johnny’s ears prevented him from hearing. Makarov took Johnny’s blade through the shoulder. The trauma from the previous shot slowed him. He was too slow. God dammit why was he always too slow? Makarov got him in an armbar, planted a boot in Price’s face, and fired his gun again.

Training from his youth, the chapel humming with the vibration of the organ, told him to call on a god he didn’t believe in. Maybe his mother would greet him at the gates before the angels escorted him to hell for his disbelief. No. It would pain her to see him dragged away from her peace.

The bullet whistled as it reached him, breaking the skin. It burned…until it didn’t.

There is a different sound to dead weight falling.

Babies losing balance and thumping into the floor had a certain lightness, expectant reverb in it. A drunk bumping into a wall as they stumbled home from the bar? The energy seemed to transfer back from the brick to propel them forward. But dead weight, life disconnected from flesh? It hits the ears like stone on stone, harsh and painful. Another train screeched by.

Johnny stood, chest heaving. With a slow twist, he saw his body, a discarded shell strewn on the unforgiving ground. He knew two things then; he was dead and there was an afterlife.

“Boy!”

His shoulders whipped him around to look at an older man he had never seen before. With thick tight curls and a hint of gray above the temples and glasses stood near Gaz who knelt. The shade of his brown skin was lost among the darkness but his firm glare could be seen clearly.

“Aye?” Johnny replied, hesitant and scared.

Funny how he didn’t feel scared before his body hit the ground without him.

“You know how to stop this thing?” The older man pointed down at the bomb, time ticking away relentlessly.

“Aye,” he said once more.

“Then get’cha ass over here and help him! I know less than jack about bombs.”

Moving is easier than it had been in life, almost as if gravity had less hold on him as a memory.

Johnny knelt next to his best friend, the abject horror staining Gaz’s face leaving trace marks on Johnny anywhere his eyes touched.

“What do I do?” he asked, glancing up at the man who still hovered.

“Talk to him, slap his hands if he tries to touch the wrong wire. Lord knows despite my efforts he sometimes only responds to a smack,” the last line being muttered told Johnny it was more self-commentary than a command for him. “Should have never let him leave being a cop, even if he did it for me.”

Johnny rested his head on Gaz’s shoulder. Later he would sit with the memory, puzzled how he didn’t sink right through his best friend.

“You got this Kyle. We’ve gone over this enough times in training and a way to win bets, you know what to do.” Johnny spoke to him, voice never ceasing switching from English to Gaelic and back. When he ran out of words for encouragement he began to hum, nursery songs from his mother, his sisters, and his gran all drifting back in snippets and memories. Every so often when he glanced up from Gaz’s shoulder he would see a woman, soft smile with crinkles around her eyes speaking softly in Price’s ear.

The seconds stretched until finally, finally, the device had been deactivated safely. Johnny lifted his head from Gaz’s shoulder. The older man stood watch, eyes settled back near where Johnny’s body lay.

Following the old man’s gaze he found Simon. Johnny stared at the man who weakly shook the empty husk. Simon knelt; knees one up one down as if he were proposing to a corpse. Johnny stood, compelled to his would-be lover by the ache in his chest.

The distance between them disappeared and Johnny lowered himself down next to one of Simon’s thick thighs. He wept. The darker spots flooding the mask told the story.

Johnny. Johnny, wake up. Johnny, you can’t stay there we need to go.

Simon’s mouth hadn’t moved but still, Johnny could hear the weak whimpering of a broken man. Rubbing his thumb across the eye black below Simon’s eyes did nothing to disturb the darkness or the tears. Johnny felt better for it anyway.

“He’s yours to care for now.” The old man stood closer now.

“What do you mean?” Johnny didn’t move his gaze.

“His mum left when you arrived, said to take care of him. You’ve been assigned to him. Tough task for these folks. But you know that since you were one till a few minutes ago as you were one.” The older man shambled over.

“What does that make me then, his guardian angel?” Johnny shot a disbelieving look up as the old-timer stopped next to him.

“If you like,” he inclined his head. “Name’s Cedric. Your gran said to be good. You prefer Soap, John, or Johnny?”

The brown of Simon’s eyes were the deepest pool of sadness Johnny had ever seen. That despondence is what chose his answer.

The three of them who had taken such care to get his body out of the underground had brought him home. The plot had been full, no room for even a small urn. They planned to set his ashes free into the sunset instead. Seemed a fitting end for someone who died meters below the earth.

“He was the best of us.” Price started. He, Ghost, and Gaz had stared at the horizon for nearing on twenty minutes.

Corrine snorted, “You weren’t the best. No one is in this field.”

Johnny whacked her with the back of his fingers. He had met Corrine after the men had made it to safety, she had been John Price’s little sister before she died in childhood. She stuck around, keeping her big brother from harm.

“Are funerals always this hokey from this side?” Johnny pulled his top lip between his teeth as he watched. Simon didn’t say a word, grief screaming in silence. He lifted the urn from the backpack at his feet, Gaz and Price each setting a hand on it.

“Always,” Cedric retorted.

Johnny stood between them, wind rushing off the water rustling his hair but not nipping him with its chill, as they watched what was as close to a funeral as he would get.

“Who dares wins,” Price pushed out a hard breath, “Sleep easy soldier.”

“See you down range brother,” Gaz offered his piece. “We’ll take it from here.”

“Rest in peace, Johnny.” Simon’s words continued on for Johnny’s knowing only as he upended the ashes into the wind. With enough luck, I’ll see you soon.

Johnny’s eyes didn’t leave Simon’s back as he voiced his next question. The lump in his throat had him coughing before he could speak.

“Do you ever get used to their thoughts seeping into your brain?”

“Not really,” Corrine shrugged, the motion in his side vision.

Cedric guffawed, “Wait till he runs into life-threatening trouble while trying to get laid, those are the worst.”

Corrine’s face lights up as she turns to Cedric, “Did I ever tell you about the time John nearly got caught as a teen?”

“The hell was he doing that nearly got him killed for getting it wet as a teen?” Cedric fired off, face full of frustrated confusion.

“Jesus Ghost, your guardian angel must be working overtime to get you out of those hairy situations time and again with only scratches,” Farah patted him on the shoulder as she passed him walking down the ramp of the plane.

I wish they wouldn’t.

The thought lifted off Simon and into Johnny’s ears like a shimmer of heat rising from the blacktop.

“Fooker if you don’t shape up soon, I’ll keel ye meself.”

“No one can understand your angry accent, Johnny,” Corrine chided him.

“He doesn’t need to understand to start acting right,” Johnny punched Simon’s head, angrier still when his fist passed through with nary a ruffle of fabric.

It had been a nasty surprise when Johnny found he could only touch the living in love and care. He cared about Simon, would beg for reincarnation for the chance to love him again. The bastard couldn’t even pretend that he wasn’t suicidal. Na, Simon didn’t call it that. Hoping that a bullet would shift by degrees and end his constant pain was still ideation—calling into the void and pleading for a response.

This was the sixth mission he had taken since Johnny left his body where he hadn’t tried to keep himself safe. Fucker threw himself into the line of fire and walked away only because Johnny would fistfight the powers of the universe at large if it meant keeping Simon breathing.

Cedric had stayed back with Gaz wherever he would be right now. Corrine found Johnny glaring at ‘his Simon’ as she called him when John had come to check on his lieutenant. She rested a hand on Johnny’s shoulder, touch familiar. They watched as Simon snapped at John, stepping back from John’s attempt at comfort and guidance.

“He’ll get better soon,” she soothed at him with her words.

“And what if he doesn’t Corrine? What am I supposed to do then? He is killing himself!” Johnny flung a hand out to the man who limped into the hanger, waving off concern from every person he passed. “He won’t go to medical to get that wound in his leg checked out. What am I supposed to do the next time he acts like a…a..”

Instead of searching for a word, Johnny shouted his frustrations into the sky. He had to watch Simon devolve, each day taking a piece more of his love and casting it into the fire of grief. He fell to his knees, the gravel he landed on biting at him despite the incorporeal body.

“I would have given him my beating heart Corrine. I would have done anything for him, but he can’t find the will to keep living for me.”

His whisper escaped, broken and raw in the face of seeing Simon again too soon. Too damn soon.

“When I died John tried to follow.” The even tone belies the words.

“What happened?” Johnny’s eyes stare at the ground while he listens to her story.

“We had been playing at the creek. We had been told not to,” she chuckled lightly, “But what six-year-old wants to miss the waters being close enough to touch without getting dirty? The bank couldn’t support my weight and I ended up in fast-moving water. I wasn’t a strong enough swimmer to get out. John went in after me, our dad saved him but my body made it to the next town before it was found.”

Johnny looked up at her, the wrinkles on her face and the womanly body she moved in did not match her death. He looked exactly like he did when Makarov’s bullet had ended him.

“Someone came and gave me a choice, to stay with my big brother and grow as he did or move on to paradise.” She glanced to the side as if called.

Turning to look with her Johnny found Price, a hand on Ghost’s shoulder firmly leading him away from the barracks and to medical.

“What about when he tried to follow?” Johnny’s voice escaped small, and ringed with tears.

Cedric stared at Simon, his nose scrunching the same way Gaz’s would.

“Tough bastard that one. He is so strong-willed that he won’t accept any of your gentle nudging. Have you hit him yet?”

Johnny stared at Simon, sucking back his fourth bourbon at the bar.

“Too mad every time I try, nothing sticks,” John admitted, love and rage twining like vines in his chest, constricting.

“Grab him when he’s asleep but not drunk. He’ll take the message as a dream but it’s better than letting him kill himself without trying everything you can,” Cedric patted Johnny on the shoulder before drifting across the bar to chat with another guardian angel. Seems everyone had one and while not everyone would be assigned to be one everyone who accepted the role had a strong tie to the living, and a desire to keep them safe.

Johnny had never experienced impotence like that of keeping the love of his life from trying to follow him into the grave.

Time moved differently being dead. It moved strangely in dreams though. Johnny knelt at Simon’s head as he lay in the bed, fingers interlaced and ankles crossed. A shirt that had to have lost all scent of Johnny covered the pillow in lieu of a case.

Letting his fingertips explore like he never had a chance in life Johnny memorized the scars that added to the story of his love. Johnny would walk through hell, to the edges of the universe and back, further even if that would take the weight of pain from Simon’s shoulders. He already resembled Atlas, the sky teetering across his broad shoulders. Laying a gentle kiss to Simon’s forehead Johnny slid into his dreams.

“Why is it always the good ones?” Simon asked to the nothing that surrounded him.

“Funny you assume I was good enough to save,” Johnny remarks as he steps next to Simon.

No mask prevents Johnny from seeing every twitch of emotion across Simon’s face.

“You were. Always.”

Walking with Simon, hands tucked together, eons passed.

A gentle tug, a chirp of a morning bird informed Johnny his time here neared an end.

“Simon,” he stopped, using the hand in his to pull the other man to a stop. “You need to live. Giving in to grief? If you die Si, who will save the world?”

“There isn’t a world worth saving without you in it.”

Ghosts must feel pain more acutely without bodies. Ten words and Simon had cracked his rib cage open and poured arctic waters over his heart.

Pulling his hand free from Simon’s Johnny took his face in both hands, pressing their lips together in a way not even his vicious masturbation fantasies could conjure up. Whispers of touch, as if he were kissing moonlight, Johnny infused each atom that passed his with love.

“Live a long life for me, Simon. Keep me waiting until white has stolen all the color from your hair. Let me take your hand in the old folks’ home and walk you to peace,” Johnny laid the words like flowers over a casket, drawing focus away from the dead below it.

Johnny thought Simon had finally found a ledge to cling to, something to grow against as he reached for the sun again.

Fucker always had to prove him wrong.

Simon stopped being so overtly careless with his life on missions. He even began talking to Price again, letting the older man draw him into laughing once or twice.

Death found Simon unprepared, his own knife slid between his ribs high in the mountains closer to the moon than the sea. Johnny took the blade in the heart with him, trying despite the lack of flesh, to stop the end from arriving.

The snow stole away Simon’s gasps.

“You were supposed to live!” Johnny reached down and grabbed Simon by the back of his shirt, hauling him out of his body before throwing him back to the trees that lined the path. “How could you not check that he was dead?!”

He didn’t care that he was shouting. He kept going.

“I needed you to live Simon! If you lived then my death wasn’t the reason you got careless.” Johnny swung on him.

Simon didn’t try and stop it, move, block, nothing. The wide hook caught him in the chin, sending him tumbling into the undisturbed snow. He held a hand to his jaw, staring at Johnny.

The love-twinned rage shook in Johnny’s chest. He sunk his boot into Simon’s chest until his legs shook and he fell. Knees bracketing Simon’s waist the tears started.

“Why Simon? Why?”

The raw, gasping wound of love painted the scene between them. Johnny couldn’t see past the tears and the heaving sobs that racked him.

“I missed you, Johnny,” Simon’s voice, tender and raw, preceded the hand that reached.

Fingertips brushing against the permanent stubble on Johnny’s cheek sent him crashing down. The dead men wept, for each other, themselves, and everyone they left behind.

If the dead find peace, it is not while the living roam.

[audarcy]

Found several packs' worth of pokemon cards strewn across a target parking lot and took a pic to show my friends without realizing how much my outfit elevated the scene to "aftermath of a wizard duel"

[roniinoodles]

Barry Sloane as Joe 'Bear' Graves in SIX (2017).

[lilbardrhi]

CoD Discord Community Server

Hi there! Are you a CoD content creator, fan, or roleplayer that wants to go to one place to interact with creators, fans, and roleplayers alike? Well, dang, do I have something for you!

Who is this server for? Anyone in the Call of Duty fandom! Whether you're creating content (fics or art), a fan of the content creators, or a Call of Duty character or original character roleplayer, we welcome you with open arms!

I will note now that this is an 18+ server! Minors will not be allowed past the verification process. If you are found to be a minor who lied to get through verification, you will be banned indefinitely.

The CoD Chokehold Discord community server was created by a group of friends and I. It started as the growth of our group chat, but quickly progressed into a community server.

Tumblr, while I love it, doesn't have group chat options and sometimes following roleplaying reblogs gives me a headache. My solution? This server!

The purpose of this server is not only to connect content creators and their followers in a more simplified social space, but also to support each other! We have people willing to beta read, people willing to "hype" when you're feeling down, and a section for casual roleplaying.

As the title of this post suggests, this is a Discord server - specifically a "community" Discord server. It does require a Discord account to use.

Shoot me or Spooks ( @scaredyspooks ) a private message and we'll get you an invite link! For now, we're keeping it as invite only as it is a smaller community.

You're welcome to message me or Spooks (mentioned above) any time about the server and we'll get with you as soon as possible! As for when you have access to the server (almost the entire server is private at first), all we need is to verify that you are not a minor and get you a small introduction to your first steps in the server then you'll be in!

[lilbardrhi]

Yap Time!

Our server renovation is complete! Stay tuned for an important announcement, CoD original and canon character roleplayers! :D

As mentioned in the original post, please message me or @scaredyspooks for the verification and server invite link should you wish to join us! <3

[ghostslollipop]

IMPORTANT INFO

hi everyone.

still on hiatus from posting but i wanted to make a post here clarifying some information.

1. i wanted to thank everyone who reached out to me via ask or dm over the past few days. it has been a huge influx of support not only in agreement to my opinion, but in support of my blog. i see each of you and i thank you.

2. i am still getting influxes of hate in my ask box. i do not want to close my ask box or turn off anon. i respect the anonymity of those sending lovely messages. the hate in my ask box is being deleted as soon as it comes in.

3. after some research and time to really look at the situation. i have come to my personal conclusion on who i think was sending me hate. i sent them a message this morning. HOWEVER. they are STILL talking about me on their side blog AND made an extremely untasteful 1500 word post about me in her main blog that she very quickly took down. i still saw it. and it’s funny how your writing style matched the majority of hateful comments i was receiving. that person is @ask-philgraves or @niresenrab . the rp community and especially @franabz needs to check their own IMMEDIATELY. as this person is going around acting like they are a savior to the rp community, when in reality they are the ones perpetuating the hate. she will claim it’s not true, but i wholeheartedly believe it is cassie.

4. i am unsure about returning officially. i am unsure when. i am unsure of how often i will post. i am still juggling with deactivating since i am still getting hate, the most recent being from last night.

5. i have blocked all of the rp accounts, as well as the majority of their main accounts. since i seem to be a hot topic in their community still, i am not allowing them to have access to me at all.

6. to those who shared the same opinion i did, and WOW it’s the majority of ppl in this fandom it seems, my best advice is to block the rp accounts you come across. any criticism you have towards them, they take as a personal attack towards them. to me if screams immature and childish, and so does sending hate to ppl who differ in opinion. it’s best to steer clear of any accounts who share the sentiment that they are the victims while they are actually the ones spreading hate.

7. this account is a space of love and happiness. i am allowed to share my opinions. some of you, rp blogs specifically, need to learn media literacy and also go touch grass. i fear you scream unemployed loser. this is a hate-free zone, as long as you don’t fuck with me. that’s being said, if ANYONE shares their opinion and rp blogs take offense to it, come speak to me. the rp community is toxic and can stay on their side of the fandom.

[maxisanangrywell]

Hi, so... This is my actual main blog. ( @ask-philgraves )

I don't know who runs nor operates the account you linked, but saying that it is my main blog and the only reason you have being that I use proper English grammar and the oxford comma is quite frankly an insane leap.

No, I have not talked about you on my side blog, but twice. Clearing up what happened from my perspective while leaving most of your distasteful comments out of it. See below.

I admitted to being in your inbox and asking you to use less coarse language as it sounded like you didn't want us there. Your original post that started all of this is below. Where NONE of us interacted with you beyond this and your ask box. I have asked EVERYONE if they sent you an ask, and apparently, I was the only one who did. The reason being? Shortly after your posts both on your blog, a minor who was running an ask blog, and put on their blog that they ARE a minor, got death and rape threats. I was doing so to cool the flames, or at least get you to talk rationally to me and see if we could come to some sort of inclusion or change the wording in your message so we don't continue to get hate asks. However, you immediately went to Fran's page and began sending us hate, blaming us for the decline in your mental health and squashing your piece of the fandom, while also answering asks and phrasing it as if it was our people doing this. We immediately checked our community and found out that no RP blogs sent this. I apologized to YOU on this account, and you instead of talking to me like an adult, sent the DM to me below, and immediately blocked me before I got the opportunity to ask you what you were going on about.

So not only did you just accuse me for something I NEVER did (and the reason I sent you that anonymous apology and tagged my philgraves account was that this blog is dead and something I only use to look at activism and post my RA Simon Riley content) but not ONCE have you attempted to try and talk to any of us about this.

Not only that, but you linked Fran's MAIN BLOG to which they asked that people forget exists so they can still have a place on Tumblr that isn't fully around COD and the RP community.

So, in short, you blame us for ruining your community space, then ruin Fran's and someone else's, and also mine by half-truths and outright lies, never once come to us for confirmation and immediately act like we're toxic and hateful.

Got it.

I rescind my apology because if you treat us like this you are truly on a high horse that I want no part of, whatsoever. You claim that you're spreading love and acceptance but your actions go directly against that. By the way, I use Grammarly, so that's why our "tone and way we type" is so similar. Because we both fucking use Grammarly.

Take the apology, and shove it up your ass. I have gotten death threats flooding my ask box because you have decided to act like a child instead of the grown adult you are supposed to be at 23.

Tell your cavalry to cool it down.

[tacticalgirlboss]

johnny who doesn't forget about you after he's brought back, but simply remembers things just a little bit wrong.

it's the middle of the night when simon comes to get you. he doesn't apologize for waking you when you crack open the door to your room because he knows you've been having trouble sleeping since johnny was shot. just blurts out that johnny is awake. alive. "he's askin' for you."

before you know it you're speed walking behind simon towards the medbay, cursing his long legs for carrying him so fast. he rounds corner after corner with you on his heels before stopping in front of a door. there's no name on the nametag. you assume he's going to reach for the door handle, but he lets out a deep breath and turns back towards you. "y'should really speak to price before you see him. wait here."

frustration bubbles up in your chest as simon vanishes around the corner. it's been almost a week since johnny was rushed off the helipad by the largest group of medics you'd ever seen for just one person. almost a week of no news, no information on his status, no way of knowing if he was beyond saving or just a step away from recovery. it was truly maddening.

price had been no help, although by the look on his face the many times you had questioned him he didn't know much more than you did. he looked just as tired, just as haunted. he's alive, price had grumbled while staring out his office window, cigar gripped a bit too tightly to be casual. that's all that matters.

it is all that matters, you think to yourself as you bounce on your heels outside johnny's room. its only been three minutes since simon went to fetch price, but as every moment passes your resolve starts to splinter. johnny is right behind that door. asking for you.

you've been desperate to see him. to simply watch him breathe, if anything. since the day you stepped foot on base, he'd bonded to your side like cement - much to your annoyance at first - and had stayed there ever since. within a few months you had to admit that he had officially earned his title as your best friend, again, much to your annoyance. johnny seemed to have a way of worming into people's lives with his charming smiles and thoughtful actions even if they didn't exactly want him to, simon was proof of that. it had been too long without him.

fuck waiting.

you had half expected some kind of code to get in considering the way they'd been keeping his condition under wraps, but the door swings open easily. the room is quiet except for the monotonous beeping of a heart monitor. a single light next to the bed casts a soft glow across the room, illuminating iv poles that almost look as if they're standing guard over their patient - the patient who cracks his eyes open and offers a sleepy yet devastating smile.

"there she is."

a sob threatens to spill out as you stride across the room to the side of the bed, johnny's eyes locked onto you as you move toward him. his smile is one of relief, as if he's the one leaning over your hospital bed to babble about how happy he is you're alive. he looks paler than usual, but you chalk that up to having been stuck in his little fluorescent corner for the past week. there's a bandage on the left side of his head, obscuring the wound that had nearly taken his life. you'd expected him to look different, delicate, perhaps even weak, but the man in front of you looked no worse off than having had a bad case of the common cold. of course johnny would cheat death and still come out looking no worse for wear.

"johnny," you whisper, his name coming out broken and weak. he grins - of course he would, mischief dancing in his eyes even while sitting in a hospital bed - and reaches his hand out to you. there's a slight shake to it as it lingers in the air before your fingers lace with his, pulling johnny's hand to your chest. there's an all too familiar burn behind your eyes, one you don't even notice until johnny tuts, raising his other hand to wipe the hot tears from under your lashes. his touch is calloused yet so familiar.

"stop your cryin' bonnie. m'here." johnny's hand cups the back of your head, pulling you towards his chest. it's all so much, his voice, his touch, the ever comforting smell of johnny on his hospital gown. his arms wrap around you, tugging you up to climb into the bed beside him. he presses your face into his chest, kissing the top of your head. well. that's new.

"you're alive."

"what gave it away?" johnny laughs as you lightly punch his side and the sound makes you feel dizzy. there had been a few days where you had doubted you'd ever hear it again. "don't be pulling your punches on me now, love. if i wasn't bulletproof before i sure am now."

"oh, shut up." johnny's arm releases from around your waist and you take the opportunity to sit up, examining his face. the crinkles around his eyes, the faded scar jutting across his chin. the sight of him feels so safe and familiar, and for the first time in almost a week you feel the icy tendrils of fear start to melt from your bones. a warm and calloused hand rests on your arm, his thumb rubbing light circles across your skin. "i don't know how they did what they did," you sniffle, fidgeting with the edge of his blanket, "but i'm so fucking happy you're alive. i didn't know what to do, they wouldn't tell me a thing, and when i saw you on that gurney - "

"hey." johnny's voice is softer than you've ever heard. his hand reaches up to cup your cheek, and you blink back at him in surprise. he touches your face gently, seemingly mapping it out with his eyes and fingers as if he's trying to burn the sight into his brain. you've been up close and personal with johnny more times than you could count, squeezed into the backs of trucks and squished impossibly close in pub booths, but he's never looked at you like this. like he was worried he'd never see you again, like it had been all he was waiting for.

something has definitely changed.

"i'm here now, and i've no plans of goin' anywhere anytime soon." johnny's eyes fall to where his other hand clasps yours, twisting his wrist so that the back of your hand faces upwards. a hum rumbles in his throat and he smiles, an almost lovesick smile that makes your stomach drop. "been thinking since i woke up," he says quietly. "and i don't want to wait anymore. it's time."

unease curls in your stomach, simon's earlier warning suddenly echoing like a siren in your mind. you should really speak to price before you see him. johnny doesn't seem to notice the gears turning in your mind as he continues trailing his fingers over your skin, watching the goosebumps raise along your arm intently. he moves down to your hand, your wrist still gripped in his, and pauses ever so slightly as his touch passes over the top of your empty ring finger. "time for what, johnny?" you ask slowly, carefully, gaze fixed on his dreamy expression.

cobalt eyes rise to meet yours. the corners of his mouth lift into a tender smile. "to get married, love."

your mouth goes dry. it feels as though he's knocked the wind out of you, the words slowly sinking into your bones like heat from a fireplace. to get married. to get married. to get married. the shock must be evident on your face, because johnny coos and cups the back of your head, tugging you face first into his chest once more. you're frozen, disbelief and confusion clouding your thoughts like smoke, and you shiver as johnny begins to stroke your hair and mumble quietly about making good on all his promises. "johnny," you stammer out, your voice muffled slightly by his hospital gown. "you know who i am, right? we're not - "

he scoffs, chuckling at you as if you're the one being silly. "of course i know who you are, love. could never forget you, no matter what happens to me." he ignores the way you shake your head at him, concern etching your brow as you sit up. "and i know, i know, we're not even living together yet, but don't worry. price was here earlier and i've already started working on charming him into giving us private quarters. might have to bend a few rules, but you know how good i am at that, don't you love?"

the sound of the door swinging open makes you jump in your seat. price strides purposefully into the room, simon in close step behind him. he stops abruptly when he spots you seated next to johnny, his mouth flattening into a straight line. "i see you got your visitor," he says lowly. he's speaking to johnny, but his eyes don't leave yours. something flashes behind them - concern?

no. a warning.

johnny doesn't acknowledge the unspoken conversation currently taking place in front of him. he continues absentmindedly rubbing circles into your skin, grinning at the two men as if he's won the lottery. "and she was worth every second of the wait, sir."

"she couldn't stand to wait either, it seems." price's voice carries no malice, only what sounds like resignation. a chill slithers its way into your bones as your eyes bounce back and forth between your captain and lieutenant. simon stands wordlessly behind price wearing his usual indifferent glare, but his body language is indescribably off. there's tension in his shoulders, a guardedness you've never seen from him, at least not in the company you're currently in. price has never looked so utterly uneasy, his weight shifting from his left foot to his right. he drags a calloused hand over his face before taking a few steps forward, his hands resting on his hips. you barely register the feeling of johnny's lips pressing against your hand, too focused on the look of pure pity price is sending you.

what now? help me, your eyes plead.

the only response you get is an ill-boding sigh. "i really wish you'd listened to simon."

a/n: this is me hitting the post button and then flinging my laptop across the room and running away bc im nervous - hello hello! this has been in my drafts for 74 years and i'm not sure if i hate the way i ended this, i'm sorry if it feels a bit rushed. the concept of johnny coming back wrong makes my brain go brrrrr i'd like to do a part two if anyone is interested! i hope everyone is having a lovely day (despite, yknow...everything)

[niresenrab]

I feel like a lot of people have forgotten internet etiquette lately, so here's just a list of things to keep in mind.

If you don't like someone's content, block them.

If you don't like a specific genre of content, do not interact with it.

If you do not like a person, scroll past their account.

You do not have the right to dictate what other people do on their own tumblr accounts.

You do not get to tell people that their content is not wanted.

You do not get to tell someone not to do something because said thing already exists.

If you are being harassed by anonymous ask bots, then turn off the option to be anonymous or turn off asks completely.

Posting anonymous hate is for cowards.

Fat shaming is for cowards

Trans/Homophobia is for cowards.

Someone doesn't have to hide their content in a community just because you don't like it.

Sometimes it's best to keep your opinions to yourselves.

[ghost-askblog]

thank you SO much for sending your calvary after me! woke up this morning to multiple death threats, degrading language, and good ole fatphobia! i understand that you may be upset that i had a critique of something y’all do. however, i never once said to pack up your shit and leave. i said to to take it to a community. i may as well have said to pack your shit and leave bc that is how every single one of you took that. all thanks to y’all, i don’t even have any interest writing for this fandom anymore. thank you SOOOOOO much for taking one of the small piece of space i had in this fandom and squashing it. and thank you SOOOO much for actually tanking my mental health. i was doing so well this year. i’m halting my page indefinitely so y’all win!!!! i hope your so proud and happy for yourselves.

(i never once asked my own people to be attacking you like this. all i've done was spread awareness about what has been going on and the fact it has gotten this out of hand is making me so unimaginably upset. i've listened to your wishes for a community tab and i made it because i understood and realized just how out of hand this has been getting.)

(i never ment for this to happen, and i never sent anybody against you.)

(i'm so sorry.)

[askcassanything]

Hey, so I'm gonna be so for real for a moment guys.

I was one of the blogs that sent an ask to Lollipop. It wasn't hateful, or at least in my eyes it wasn't, but I was also writing at like, 2 - 3 am, barely any sleep after comforting some people on other blogs with hate about how COD RP accounts shouldn't exist and were targeting people for insecurities. I can see how my anger and bluntness bled through and through fire on the situation. I have since, sent an apology on my other account apologizing for my actions and if I worded anything in an attempt to clear things up.

I'll be honest, as that's one of the virtues I strive for. I can see how Lollipop was angry, but blaming all RP accounts including Fran, who has done nothing but try and douse the flames of the growing fire, is ridiculous. That's only going to fan the flames of the hate we're getting, and Lollipop is getting as well.

As for this, if I find out any of you motherfuckers are sending hate, as a fan, anon, or an ask blog, prepare for my foot to be up your metaphorical ass. I don't give a fuck who, what, or when. I am a fanfiction writer and a roleplayer, I've been in the COD scene before when it was growing, and I'll be in it when it's dead probably.

Hate from both sides needs to cease and desist. The attitudes everyone has towards each other need to go away as well. We're all humans behind the screen, and I will not take hate or toxicity in any shape or form no matter who it is from.

As for RP blogs, we need to check our own community. There are so many of us and we grew so fast overnight that we might be disrupting some tags. HOWEVER, we cannot simply pick up and leave most of the tags, because as we all know that's how people find content, through tags.

I welcome @ghost-askblog, @ghostlollipop (I don't know if it will tag them because I'm sure they blocked me after last night) or any other creator to an open round-table discussion about how RP accounts can use tags without clogging it up and making it hard for casual fic enjoyers to find fan works they enjoy.

I also want to extend an invite to Fran, @backseatsoldier, Spooks (I forgot your blog tag), and any other prominent RP CC to discuss how we can navigate this issue going forward and how to be at the very least more organized.

That's all I think, I'm probably going to be logging off for the day so I can experience touching grass with my dog while the weather is warm enough it won't freeze my joints completely. If anyone has any questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to voice them on this post, DM me on here or Discord, or even send me an ask. I don't mind, but I don't want this hate to go on any longer.

[lilbardrhi]

Heya. Rhi/Backseat Soldier here. Just wanted to tag @scaredyspooks so she can see this and to say...

I'm more than willing to discuss how to navigate going forward and be part of the "round table discussion"! This hasn't been easy on any of us and I'd like to do what I can to "put out the fire" as well as "rebuild".

That said, I'd also like to apologize for tag clogging and not staying calm during this. I didn't even know it was a thing (first ever Tumblr blog and only been here since about September-October last year) and am taking steps to not do so anymore. I'm learning and making adjustments as I do! <3

That being said, I hope everyone is taking care of themselves off line. My DMs are open to those who need a shoulder as well.

[scaredyspooks]

Dreams.

Neighbours Chapter 9 (Stalker!König x Reader).

AO3 (Chapter also below cut-off ♡)

Tags: @backseatsoldier

‘Due to recent complaints of suspicious individuals in the building, we have decided to no longer allow overnight guests who do not have a residence at Maple Views. - Building Manager’

That was the note you found slid under your door this morning. It seemed a bit… random. You hadn’t noticed anyone strange hanging about the building, but then again there were a good few floors. Maybe there had been some weirdos knocking about. You lift the note, and stash it on the shelves beside your front door, before flopping down on your sofa and starting to work. As per usual, meaningless meetings.

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It was a boring day for you, but not for König. He got to watch you again, going about your cute little life. Working, drinking your tea, making your snacks… God, you were adorable.

In his dreams tonight though… You’re far from cute.

You’re a temptress. A nymph. Scampering down the corridors of his old base, in your lacy little night dress, giggling and grinning impishly as you look over your shoulder at him, beckoning him closer and closer, while somehow moving further and further away. He reaches out, and he feels the tickle of the breeze from your skirt, and you’re out of his grasp.

He reaches out again, his calloused fingers graze along the lace on your waist.

Again. Again. Again. Every damn time he misses, you slip just out of reach, he can feel the thick ball of frustration growing in his throat, his heart racing, his blood pumping, his breaths heaving and finally he catches you.

His fist tangles in your hair, ripping you back into his arms as you scream out in agony, and when you look at him he’s all teeth, all grin. He wraps his arms around you, one large paw spread across the small of your back, the other still desperately buried in your hair, as if letting go would make you vanish from his hold again. You’re twisting, giggling, squirming in his arms as if his every touch is tickling you. Finally, he grips you just right to hold you still, your hair wrenched in his hand so you can’t turn away, and he leans in, slower and slower, the treacle air of his dream sealing him as his heart beats faster, his breaths get shallower, and as he feels the heat of your breath on his lips, he’s so, so close.

His eyes open. Gods, he could break something. He was so close. He nearly felt your lips, even if it wasn’t real, and something stole that from him- Oh no. That’s what stole it from him… He shifts slightly, letting out a frustrated groan as he feels the cold stickiness in his boxers. Jesus Christ, you’ve turned him into a horny teenager… A wet dream? A wet fucking dream?! He’s a retired soldier, not some pubescent virgin! You need to be put in your place. You need to be shown that you can’t do this to him. This can’t happen again.

But even as he squirms in the embarrassment of it, there’s something… Thrilling about it. Even in his sleep, you find your way into his soul to nestle in and bring him pleasure. So eine gute kleine Feldmaus.

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[scaredyspooks]

Look at this goddamn sweetheart

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