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Introduction
Sup, I'm a Genderfluid unmedicated ADHD whirlwind of bull
The 'tism is strong here
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Masterlist
Current Hyperfixations, in order of interest:
The Amazing Digital Circus: Jax: AKA the mentally unstable rabbit.
Interesting facts:
Writer/Artist
Autistic
Hyperfixations change A LOT
18
I want to shed my skin as viscerally and violently as possible
#same tbh
The guy in the sleeping bag wiggling around
I’m weeping
The two people in the front wearing one shirt.
Are we really not going to talk about the guy in the back who is attached to another guy’s back while spinning?
WHAT ABOUT THE GUY THAT FALLS OUT OF THE WINDOW
WHY IS IT BACK
no you guys don’t understand, not only is this the first harlem shake out there… these guys aren’t normal military. This is “Telemarkbataljonen”. They’re pretty much the Norwegian equivalent of the fucking black ops. My brother knows a guy in this battalion, and when asked what they do there, he looked my brother dead in the eye and said “That is strictly confidential”. These guys are hard as shit, which makes this even more hilarious
Don’t bring this meme back
BRING THIS MEME BACK.
Considering how kinger and queenie are opposite colors on the chessboard, I think it would be funny if they actually hated each other
sometimes i read a certain type of hobie hc in passing and i just think to myself "oh wow we understand this character in fundamentally different ways to the point that i do not recognize your version of him"
Brian: Don’t forget to eat the lunch I packed you!
Tim: Don’t talk to any strangers.
Toby: If anything happens, you call us immediately and we’ll come get you, okay?? And don’t get lost!
Y/N: I-
Y/N: I’m just going to the library, you guys.
(shes more of a horse girl)
“The Pyramid Guy from the opening credits literally has no significance to the show and never will. He’s just a generic image made to look mythological or spooky like most things in the intro.”
same energy
I think Price is a tummy man. Loves to kiss your stomach, grab it to pull you back into his thrusts, loves to see your shirt lift up a little when you reach for something on the top shelf. He's a provider, he likes knowing you're well fed, healthy, that he's providing for you. He likes his baby soft. Maybe he's a little old fashioned like that.
And Ghost likes thighs, he will not budge on this. Nothing you can say will change his mind that there's no better spot to lay his head, nothing softer he'd rather be between, and certainly nowhere better to mark up. Again it's the softness! He's got enough hard shit to deal with(wink) that he wants to have some softness with you. Let him be soft and needy and lay his head on your lap, he won't fall asleep this time he promises.
Draw your characters like this
Begging the COD mw2 fandom to actually spread their interests in characters and be more open to the characters they do stuff for because there’s so much potential to so many more characters outside of the mw2 cast. I feel like if the mw2 fanbase expanded their interests more, I think they’d find so many other interesting characters to write for just outside of the mw2 game and I’d love to see it because of how genuinely awesome and creative the fanbase can be.
To list a few of my personal favorites from a few other COD games
Velikan, Krueger, Nikto from MW (2019)
Captain price, Kyle “gaz” Garrick, Alex Keller, Farah Karim from MW campaign (2019)
Lucas Riggs from Call of duty: Vanguard (2021)
Frank Woods and Helen Park from Call of duty: Black ops Cold War (2020)
Logan Walker, David “hesh” Walker, Keegan P. Russ from Call of duty: ghosts (2013)
Also I feel like it should be said but: there are more operators at your dispense in COD: MW2 (2022).. not just König. I love him dearly but sometimes it feels like people forget any other operator exists just for him.. spice it up a little, will you? (oni and gromsko my beloveds.)
Anyways, that was my stupid ramble LOL, forgive me
Thinking bout Simon's truck being so big he has to lift you up by the waist to get you inside every time. The thing is, you can't even reach the fucking handle, so you don't bother trying to get in anymore after failing miserably a couple of times. His Ford's just impossible to get into gracefully.
So, you simply wait by the door, standing there pretty and patient until he's towering behind you, and you feel the warmth of his tattooed arms effortlessly scooping you up to sit your ass on the seat.
It's actually funny because you're perfectly capable of getting in yourself, but over time you started doing it on purpose. He'd never tell you that, but he knows it too. The way your face lights up every damn time you wait for him gives you away immediately. Still, he'd never dare ruin your little game.
"Si, come pick me up, please?"
You stood in front of the monster he drove until you heard the door to your house click shut and his heavy boots against the driveway.
You didn't even bother to turn around. The low, amused huff that left Simon told you everything you needed to know.
The car unlocked with a click.
"Y'know," he drawled, coming to a stop behind you, "for someone who runs their mouth as much as you do, you're awful helpless, love."
A grin tugged at your lips as you felt his hands settle on your hips, giving them a light squeeze.
"Mhm."
He snorted.
"Such a fuckin' brat."
One second your feet were planted firmly on the ground; the next, they were kicking in the air as he hauled you up against his warm chest. A squeal escaped you before you could stop it.
"Simon!" You grabbed onto his forearms.
"What?" His voice was full of that stupid satisfaction he got whenever he managed to get a reaction out of you. "Thought you wanted me to help." He murmured close to your ear, sending shivers through your body.
You loved how easy he made it look and hated how your stomach flipped every time.
But fuck, what you loved most was being manhandled by him.
By the time he set you down on the passenger seat, your face was all warm.
His hand lingered on your thigh for a second longer before he stepped back.
You narrowed your eyes. Simon looked entirely too pleased with himself.
"Creep."
"Got in the truck, didn't ya?"
You pouted.
"Buckle your seatbelt!" Simon barked out a laugh and shut the door.
"You fuckin' buckle my ass," you huffed under your breath.
The driver's side door opened.
"Did ya say something?"
"Love you, Si!"
my toxic writing trait is imagining the scene in my head in long, full cinematic detail and then writing: “they fought. it was intense.”
johnny and simon both eat like dogs. like you could actually feed their meals to a dog. sweet potato, ground beef, and whatever veg was about to turn rotten. and no seasoning. time can’t be wasted on seasoning in their household.
dinner is a fleeting affair. both of them hunched over their bowls and inhaling. you’re staring at them in shock as they devour their flavorless, meaningless slop.
then to the couch for tv time. you feel a bit like a zookeeper that’s just thrown a limb of mean into a lions enclosure. the beasts fed, and now they lick their paws and relax.
they don’t even like the two teams playing on the television right now.
“why don’t you two come to my place tomorrow for a change?”
“wot? something wrong with our flat, dove?”
“no, no! of course not!”
they may look like lions but they frighten easily. the last thing you mean to do is scare them off.
“course not, just thought a change of pace might be nice?”
they share a weary look. change isn’t their favorite thing, not after years of strict military routine. they agree nonetheless. and they show up right on time, no surprise there.
they share another weary look when you ask them to take off their shoes before coming in.
“i made dinner. just something light,” you smile despite knowing dinner was far more effort than you care to let on.
johnny barrels towards the kitchen. “what’s the occasion, lass? you did all this for us?” and you shrug.
“just thought i’d thank the two of you, y’know. you’re always around to lend a hand.”
they just gape at you like there’s no brain activity happening within their thick skulls.
“well, have a seat then.” you gesture towards the set table with proper cutlery and a vase of flowers in the center.
you bring them both their plates of food, no ground beef, or sweet potatoes, or cottage cheese. and they hunch themselves over, ready to inhale as per usual.
“hasn’t anyone taught you how two to take your time?”
they stare at you again. just as stupidly as they did moments ago. this time they’ve gone silent because both of them are half hard beneath the table.
“going slowly makes it better, you know. not everything is a race.”
and that’s how you end up with simon between your thighs and your back pressed against johnny’s chest as he rubs your shoulders.
“slow, right? that makes it all better?”
simon is rolling his hips agonizingly slowly, dragging his cock against your warm walls.
“simon, faster please,” you beg him. he’s been going at this for the better part of an hour.
he tuts at you. “none of that. you wanted slow, you’re getting slow.
“that’s not—not what i meant,” you pant. you roll your head back to look at johnny, hoping he might help you out. he just brushes your hair from your sticky face instead.
“dinner was nice, sweetheart. now enjoy your dessert.”
Simon has a big appetite. (MDNI 18+)
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Simon was a big guy.. and he loved to eat.
Your thighs trembled under his iron grip, his hands splayed wide to hold you open so he could enjoy his “feast” without resistance.
The moment he buried his face between your legs, it was over—no mercy, no reprieve.
He ate like a starving dog. tongue plunging deep into your fluttering walls, lapping at your essence with a growl that vibrated straight to your core. "Fuckin' divine lovie.. " he muttered against your slick folds, voice muffled but rough, before diving back in without taking a single breath.
Real men don't need air when they've got heaven on their tongue.
Simon lived and breathed that motto.
You whined—hips bucking against his mouth, overstimulated already from the first orgasm ripping through you, but he didn't stop—couldn't, wouldn't.
His mouth latched onto your clit, sucking hard and relentless, tongue flicking in merciless circles until tears streamed down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure. Your walls clenched around nothing now, desperate and fluttering as he thrust his tongue back inside, devouring every drop like it was his lifeline. "S-Si—please, too much!" you gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, but he only hummed in response, eyes dark and feral peering up from between your legs.
He feasted until you were a sobbing, quivering mess, and even then, he licked you clean with slow, possessive strokes, savoring the way you shattered for him again and again.
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an: NEED THAT. NEEEEEED THAT.
I still can't get over it,
Some of the famous people whose gravestones I could visit for free no matter how many times: Antoni Gaudi, Beethoven, Haydn, Mozart (his cemetery, actual gravestone is unknown), Wyspiański (<- my favourite artist)
Some of the famous people whose gravestone I can only visit paying a pretty expensive fee per visit: Karl Marx 💀
