missing you extra today, babes ♡
omg im three days late to this but AHHHHH clairey 🥹🤍 hehe i have been a lil mia lately… i miss u too !!! T_T
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missing you extra today, babes ♡
omg im three days late to this but AHHHHH clairey 🥹🤍 hehe i have been a lil mia lately… i miss u too !!! T_T
HE’s COMING
smooth and sweet
könig x reader
genre: fluff! (mealtime drabble!)
warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, mentions of 'fresh/bare' face but no explicit mention of makeup, mentions of könig's social anxiety, sweet!könig
synopsis: könig always waits for you before eating his meals! this time though, when you walk-in (clean and fresh faced!) after a mission, he's left speechless!
a.n. literally could not get this gentle giant out of my mind so I decided to give him a shot and write for him! still working on writing for his character but tell me what you think! :3 and as always, my kofi! much love <3
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head very full about könig's reaction to seeing you after a mission, all freshened up and glowing, and how easily he’d be choking on his words.
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he’d be tucked in the farthest corner of the mess hall, shrouded by the dim fluorescent overhead lights. his fingers tapped a rhythmic, yet impatient, beat against his tray as his pale blue eyes scan the entirety of the building. you’re late. the observation is a bit unusual since you regularly insisted on sharing a meal together. after all, it was initially your idea that you brought up to the austrian and– unable to handle the sincerity of your smile– he agreed. had profusely apologized when he speedily whipped his arm out of your grasp when you were overjoyed with his answer and couldn't help but cling to him. but now, it was common to see the two of you huddled closely over meals. didn’t matter what type: breakfast, lunch, dinner. you were there and you always identified him from the crowd. greeted him with a wide, bright grin on your face like you anticipated his presence. liked his company. and oh boy, did that realization turn his brain and heart into mush.
könig who barely bats an eye when the other soldiers pass in his general vicinity. he’ll blurt out an acknowledgment to show respect but otherwise dismisses the beginnings of a lengthy conversation from especially chatty recruits. it gets difficult for him to shut them down once they start yapping away. makes his palms sweaty because he’s overthinking the best method to casually tell them that he’s expecting someone. understands that it’s a terrible practice for him to adopt since time in the mess hall is designed so personnel can socialize with each other. eases the burden of work. relieves some of the stress. yet, his gaze is fixed on the entrance and his thigh eagerly jumps whenever the door opens.
könig who refuses to eat his meals without you. he will always wait until you’ve started eating before he even begins to pick at his food. it’s common courtesy, or so he rehearses whenever you question him about it. you’d express your bewilderment for his habit, “it’s sweet of you but you don’t have to wait for me, ya know. I know you must be starving after training,” and hope that it convinces him. he waves a dismissive hand and murmurs a faint acknowledgement. mostly to quell your worries. but, without a doubt, is found perched with a tray of– untouched– food in front of him– that is, until you’ve settled beside him.
könig who is on the verge of giving up while awaiting your appearance. awkwardly raises a gloved hand to flag down a nearby recruit to ask, “do you know if (y/n) is here?” upon receiving an empty answer, he’ll lean back into his seat and mutter, “trotzdem danke.” rationalizes your absence. tells himself that it could be that you were simply busy– caught up in filling out paperwork, preparing for the next objective, or conversing with a superior. nothing he should take personally. supposes that perhaps it was his fault for being hopeful for your arrival. for expecting it. is afflicted with a bitter pang of disappointment– the kind that throws him into uneasiness and makes his brain all fuzzy. a feeling that he’s rather acquainted with amidst his younger years.
könig who’s halfway in the process of lifting a forkful of food under his sniper hood when you slam your meal tray before him. the loud rattle almost knocks him over, forcing his shoulders to immediately seize up before he hears your distressed voice, “I’m so sorry, koni! got caught up in the washroom. were you waiting long?” and his heart does this unusual flip in his chest. you’re here with him. he coughs, still avoiding your gaze and smooths a hand over his hood. pinches at the edge of the dark fabric as he absentmindedly responds, “nein, nein. not long, do not worry.” you exhale heavily, the noise akin to a sigh of relief, and rest a gentle hand on his forearm, “oh, good. I was worried I was taking too long! I came back caked in gunpowder and mud from the last mission. couldn’t even recognize me underneath all that grime so I had to scrub it all off–”
könig who unceremoniously drops his fork when his gaze finally flicks up to yours. carries out that comical ‘clink’ when the utensil connects with the side of his tray and his hands sprawl to lessen the clamor but it’s in vain because he’s not even looking at it– too engrossed in staring at you. you’re glowing. clearly you told him the truth because your face is devoid of any of the muck he remembers you were covered in. könig reasons it’s a true, vile crime that the dirt tarnished your soft features for him to appreciate. a skewed smile graces your lips, his prolonged gawking outwardly causes you to become a bit self-conscious. your fingers lift to cup one side of your face and your head slowly tilts in a silent inquiry.
könig who blurts, “you look very refreshed.” the words leave his lips too awkwardly, beginning and stopping at odd syllables. a beat of silence passes. noticing your lack of a response, he’s aware that he ultimately just ruined the chances of a lighthearted dinner. he wrings his hands. decides to try again. “your,” he hesitates and gestures to his masked face, “nice.” this comment seems to elicit a stronger reaction because you’re thoughtfully reaching up to your own face with a breathy chuckle. yet, it’s not enough for könig.
könig who drags a large hand down his face and bites back a curse, “verdamnnt. I can’t think.” his gaze bounces off the walls in the room, clearly exasperated beyond measure, and you vaguely understand that he’s contemplating. in the midst of his frenzy, his eyes land on you and you’re precisely reminded how gorgeous they are– eagerly lit in reverence to his current situation. “you’re radiant, no,” he taps his fingers on the table and groans, “mein gott! what is the word.” and your hand naturally reaches for him, nearly quelling his irritation, when his fist slams against the table. “pretty! very pretty,” he says at last and his eyes burn in triumph at finding a word that is undoubtedly compatible to you, “so fucking pretty.”
könig who revels in the bashfulness that’s evident in your mannerisms. he spots the way your brows shoot up in shock when his accent seems to morph the compliment into a praise that’s headier– more provocative and therefore more potent to your racing heart. “pretty?” you decide to bait the conversation somewhere else, take the edge off of your burning face, and pry, “saying that I usually look bad, koni?” your quip causes him to short circuit and his brain has trouble keeping up with banter that he wasn’t expecting. “no,” he spits out the word, albeit a bit strongly, but doesn’t expand further– he can’t. his mouth opens and closes but no words come out. he’s sure that without his sniper hood he’d look like an utter fool. how does he manage to mess up a simple compliment?
könig who essentially has to shove his eyeballs back into their sockets because of how ridiculously wide they become when you lean against the table. his stillness knocks a laugh out of you and at the soft noise, you glance up at him. his dark eyebrows are knit together and the sight can be tracked by how his sniper hood sits rather haphazardly over his face. he’s the image of pliable– ready to heed any desire you may have. your position serves to crowd his field of view. he gets an ample whiff of your scent; the fresh, sweet concoction that would make his knees buckle if he was standing upright or entice him to yank the fabric off his face to smell the fragrance better. pushing your face closer to könig, he instinctively shifts back (to give you some room, be respectful of your space) but freezes when your hands are on him. your fingers grasp at the edges of his sniper hood, slipping underneath so your fingernails barely graze the skin there, and he’s stuttering, “I don’t– I, uh.” his explanation breaks off at the end and perhaps it’s for the best because everything that leaves his lips is incoherent. you hum, mindful and thoroughly receptive of his jittery behavior. tilting his chin to you, a sticky gasp catches in his throat. “oh,” his voice borders a whine when your nails lightly scrape at the nape of his neck, “maus.” he blows out a long exhale from parted lips, undoubtedly trying to maintain his composure with you– that is, if he had any to begin with. you’ve got him fully weak. “what happened?” your lips curl into a teasing smile upon watching his eyes flutter at the next words that leave your lips, “cat got your tongue, big boy?”
season 3 soon 🫢🫢
your new theme is so pretty, luv!!! sending you hugs and kisses! ✿
clairey🥺 ahhhhh thank u hehe ♡ i figured it was time for a change C:
Experiencing cod men withdrawals
dry the rain
simon 'ghost' riley x reader
genre: fluff! (rainy day drabble)
warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing, awkward!ghost
synopsis: getting caught up in the rain during a mission is pretty miserable. but ghost makes it his goal to keep you dry and warm– even if it includes shedding off a layer!
a.n. I've been pushing myself to write more and I had a small idea come to mind since it's been raining a lot recently! personally, I imagine him in his 'jawbone' outfit in this one! stay safe, cuties! and if you wish to show more support here's my kofi! <3
https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYQrXx5a/ this man is so so so so damn hot 😭😭 - 🗒
u know we down bad when we find that attractive LOOOL (>_<) nahhhh the power this man holds!!
more soft könig smut prettyyyyy pleaseeeeee
i’m cookin’ it baby!! 💗 c:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU I REALLY LOVED WHAT YOU DID. OMG, I'm gonna start sending you the random ideas I have through the day 😭😭
nonnie im so happy to hear u liked it!! 😭💗 hehe i’d be glad to see more of ur ideas and thirsts!! you big-brained fr!
HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with König and like, they're training or something and the reader or König (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.
I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while 😁
grim reaper
könig x female reader
content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol
hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least 😳 lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ♡ good day! c:
all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!
König’s a tough guy.
Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly don’t help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.
Those shimmering blues are pretty, you can’t help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe it’s an angel come to save ‘em from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.
There’s a reason he wears a hood.
All grim reapers do.
HEYYYYY, I saw your requests open and I thought why not trying it. So, could you please please please write something with König and like, they're training or something and the reader or König (dc about who's going to do it) does that move that you take down the other person but you sit on their lap if you're not fast enough. And they're like panting from training.
I have more things in mind, so I'll be here for a while 😁
grim reaper
könig x female reader
content: slight suggestive themes, sfw, konig is down bad for reader but also a bit cheeky lol
hii nonnie! hehe i didnt know if u wanted sfw or otherwise, so i ended up somewhere right in the middle- or teasing at the latter, at least 😳 lol but i hope u enjoy!! i really love this idea so much! i wanna do this eventually with alejandro too ♡ good day! c:
all hearts, comments & reblogs are very appreciated!
König’s a tough guy.
Big, solid, more of a fucking mountain than a living breathing man, to be entirely honest- and it certainly don’t help when you put a gun in his hand- or worse, when his eyes are set on you.
Those shimmering blues are pretty, you can’t help but think even as he slowly rounds the mat with you. So pretty that they might succeed at distracting some poor bastard behind enemy lines, make them believe it’s an angel come to save ‘em from war rather than a ravenous, feral beast responding to the dinner bell.
There’s a reason he wears a hood.
All grim reapers do.
in celebration of 200 followers (thank you so much🥹💗)!!!
who do you want to see more of in my writing? ♡
Alejandro
Captain Price
Gaz
Ghost
Graves
König
Soap
thank u for the tag @halfmoth-halfman! hoping this gets me moving on a little something this evening :)
💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕
I've essentially got two major works going right now which would be the mothiverse and the exit row-verse: within the mothiverse I think my favorite chapter would be the first mission Moth does with Soap. The action and dialogue came so easily to me and I didn't have to fight with it at all to make it work - and the tension of Price's protectiveness and possessiveness really gave it an overall romantic quality imo. As for the future, I've got some ideas, namely that date Price promised :)
Exit Row wise, I'm almost overwhelmed by the potential of it. I can't decide whether they should meet again in a domestic or work setting and how he should react to meeting her again. it's really all about how long of a haul I need to settle in for. But one thing I do love about Exit Row is that it takes this really relatable "i have to be the hottest person sitting at my gate in the airport" meme and turns it into a fantasy that somehow DOESN'T lead to inappropriate airplane sex (bc we all know that shit is NOT sexy to bystanders and also...illegal). To me it feels like a bridge between real-life "what if" fantasies and also the COD fandom.
no pressure tags: @roosterr @clairdelunelove @antigonusyuki
the amount of joy these bring me ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) thank you so much for the tag @lunarvicar ! hoping your day was lovely
as for responding to the prompt, I will say that my series with ghost are pieces that I’m especially proud of! ‘things ghost finds attractive about you’ is (specifically) heart-warming and meant to serve as a way to highlight quirks/habits that could be deemed relatable to the reader! humans do some cute stuff and I wanted to write about it :)
additionally, writing about dead by daylight content is always fun! I know it’s a small niche but I’ve been obsessed with the game for a while and luv all the characters. I want to write more about them! but for now, I just have quentin smith works since he holds a special place in my heart haha
ramble about your amazing works: @circe69 @dollcod @soapisahimbo
CLAIREEE ( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) ur ‘things ghost finds attractive about you’ deserves ALL the love from both u and the cod fandom fr. 💗 hehe BUT if i had to choose a fav from my own blog, it would probably be ‘but my hair smells of war’ and perhaps the newer ‘flash’ fic too!!
i like to fly off the rails sometimes and write unnecessarily-deep content about our big beefy boys 😭 in particular i liked all the layers to the ghost fic and the trope really did float my boat. just this rather unhinged, stoic lieutenant that’s secretly got it bad for his sweet underling… on the other hand i really enjoyed writing for johnny too. just the whole friends to more theme. soap’s potential for erotica is insane in my humble opinion lolol… he’s a gem to the community fr.
anyways im tagging anyone who sees this or wants to join in on the fun C:
Thinking ab Gaz who’s in love with the cute barista that works at the cafe near his apartment
Gaz who definitely likes sweet coffee but saw that you drank straight black and wanted to impress you by drinking what you drink and hiding it horribly because he puckers up a little after each sip
You who knows and realizes and gives him a coffee you think he’d like and he lights up in realization before deflating in embarrassment
“You didn’t have to pretend you know, nothing wrong with a little bit of sugar.”
Gaz who continues to stop by everyday just to see you and talk to you and offers to walk you to your car
Gaz who stops by so much and tips you more than the drink he paid for and will sit and read a book just to be able to look at you
Gaz who constantly compliments you every single day just to see your cute reactions, a small giggle, a shocked look, soft smiles. Whether it’s your hair, your perfume, your makeup, your outfit, or your coffee
Gaz who is just in puppy love
Gaz who can’t help but feel giddy when he sees the napkin with your number on it and immediately texts you while in the cafe
Gaz, who constantly compares the coffee from other places to yours “no one can make it like she does, brewed to literal perfection.”
Gaz who brags about ur drinks and coffee to 141
Gaz. Kyle Gaz Garrick my beloved
in celebration of 200 followers (thank you so much🥹💗)!!!
who do you want to see more of in my writing? ♡
Alejandro
Captain Price
Gaz
Ghost
Graves
König
Soap
dropping off a cute cat pic!!! much love my dear :)
eee circe!! hehe the kitties are so so cute! C: blessing my inbox fr!