(Fixed hopefully, bc I couldn't edit the other one?? Still editing and adding stuff)
Welcome to my little slice of Tumblr here, this is my master list, as the big letters above say. I do a lot of writing and art, most of my big fics will end up on Ao3 and I will add the links to this and a little description so ppl know what they're getting into.
I have given up on tracking down all the links for all my pieces so instead I am making tags for the posts. You can use the tags on this post to navigate, I will also be writing them down with descriptions also.
This is an 18+ only space, minors are not welcome in this space. I frequently post nsfw stuff and other potentially triggering topics, I try to include trigger warnings on my posts but that gets tiresome and repetitive so proceed at your own risk with posts.
I do not use AI for art, writing, or other creative means. Anything featured here is created by me and only me, unless it's a collaboration or something made with someone else, or I am reblogging someone else's artwork. I encourage people to check out other people's work too, trust me it's probably better than the bullshittery happening here!
Boundaries (please read)
[-WORKING ON THE LINKS-]
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Call Of Duty
Bocw, Bo6, Bo Zombies, Og mw2, Og + Rb Mw3
- Tags -
- ○ story seeds
(Small fics, usually just one part things. Things that won't go on Ao3. Fun writing.)
- ○ au: [insert au]
(Find works for specific aus)
- ○ hybrids
(Hybrids!)
- ○ [insert ship name]
(To find works for specific ships.)
- ○ tk's art
(My art :D!)
- ○◇ nsfw
(Nsfw stuff)
- ○♡ sfw
(Sfw stuff)
- ○♧ angst
(Angsty stuff)
- Ask 📦
(Asks!)
- ○ oc: [insert oc]
(Posts oc is apart of)
_ AU's _
Omegaverse
Monsterverse
Kitty
_ CoD Ships _
Makarov/Nolan (makanolan)
Makarov/Yuri (makayuri)
Adler/Bell (adbell)
Richtofen/Dempsey (RiDi ? Not sure what the ship name for this one is, I really only reblog stuff for this)
Mutual I wanna talk to you but I don't know what to say. I really like you and I enjoy our interactions I think you'd be an awesome person to be friends with in real life. Please do not attack me with a sledgehammer.
Morgan stopped at the kitchen counter, his hair all messed up from sleep and he was still in the clothes he fell asleep in, a white t-shirt and some old shorts he couldn't remember ever buying. His bare feet padding along the kitchen floor to the cabinets where he got a old chipped mug, setting it down before smacking the button on the coffee machine until it sputtered to life with a hiss of protest. The old machine should be replaced but it wasn't his, if it was he would have thrown it out the second floor window. Give it a burial in the back yard, maybe get a few of the guys to pay their respects. He laughs at the thought.
Small but quick footsteps coming down the steps then running across the living room before sliding rather clumsily into the kitchen. Everett, the kid was always energetic in the morning. Black hair like his mothers but he has his father's eyes, his father's curls, and his smile that lit up a room without a care in the world. He ran over and gave him a hug, wrapping his arms around what he could reach. Morgan had to crouch down to pick him up, setting him on his shoulders so he could supervise the morning coffee routine.
"G'mornin'.." Everett let out an excited squeal when his dad trudges into the kitchen, his hair all fluffed with unruly curls, stubble grown out, his eyes still drooping with an exhaustion that sleep didn't seem to solve. Daniel rubs at his eyes with his hands before using them to lean against the counter. Fingers restlessly tapping on the wood, managing a tired smile to his son who is still perched on Morgans shoulders telling him how his dad likes his coffee, like he hadn't already memorized that in the years they've known each other.
"Ever, want to watch some cartoons?" Morgan suggested, setting Everett down on the ground where he runs to the living room followed by his dad. The voices from the tv, loud at first then getting turned down quickly, he could almost imagine the startled look on Dan's face before hitting the volume button as fast as he could. He expected Danny to come right back once his son was successfully distracted by whatever morning cartoon was on, like he always did because those cartoons always bothered him for some reason, he didn't understand it but he knew that Daniel didn't have that when he was a kid. He could only imagine the resentment or jealousy towards the cartoons, like it was their fault he bounced from home to home. He distanced himself from the cartoons so he wouldn't get upset, Morgan respects that.
He grabs another mug from the cupboard, an older mug that had been glued together who knows how many times, it was Danny's favorite, it was his mug. He didn't use any other despite the 10 other mugs sitting in the cupboard collecting dust. Though who was he to complain, he did the same thing. He went over to the fridge, getting out the fancy coffee creamer he liked, shaking it up a bit and putting what small amount was left into the mug before pouring the coffee in. Tossing the container out, going back to the fridge to write it on their ever growing shopping list, he'd ask Dan to make a trip later.
Picking up the mugs he walks to the living room, Everett sitting on the couch his attention stuck on the cartoons playing on the tv, Danny stood in the middle of the living room like he had been heading back to the kitchen before the cartoons caught his attention and now he was standing there with his hands tucked into the pockets of his sweatpants, eyes also focused on the tv. He almost didn't want to interrupt, seeing him so relaxed enough to watch whatever his son was watching. But the coffee was getting cold so he makes his steps a bit louder while walking into the living room, Danny looking over to take his coffee.
"Thank you..." "Make sense of the cartoons yet?.." "No idea... when do you think I can get him to watch a documentary or a normal movie..." Morgan laughs into his coffee, shaking his head softly, Danny sipping his coffee and still watching the cartoons playing on the tv. He looks so peaceful despite the wary look in his narrowed eyes. The sun coming through the windows now, the rays hitting his frizzy hair creating this golden glow around his head, the light catching those hazel and blue eyes which look almost green and blue in this light. Freckles dusting his cheeks like little rocks on a sandy beach, split up by old burn scars that stretch across his cheek and jaw from his neck.
"Makes me want to put my head through a wall..." Danny sighs, turning away from the tv to go back to the kitchen Morgan following him. Their breakfast routine was simple, coffee, eggs, bacon or possibly pancakes if they had the energy and the ingredients which they didn't. Sometimes if Danny was have a particularly hard day he'd get out the waffle maker, the toppings always predicted how bad the day was going to be so he could plan accordingly. Danny was never hostile at least not to him or Everett, he goes quiet like he's struggling with something invisible, which he was he always was.
"You want to talk about it?" "About what?" Morgan leans back against the counter, watching Danny take a seat. He didn't comment on the tentative way he was walking today, using prosthetics he didn't usually use while he was around the house. Using the more heavy duty ones built for running. The ones he used when he's working but he's not working, he hasn't been working in a while. "Don't play dumb, I've known you for well over a decade, we worked closely for most of that. I know you, I know how you get."
"Then you know I don't like this heart to heart bullshit." "Language, there's a kid here." "He's watching cartoons." Morgan runs his hands down his face, letting his arms drop before he looks back over to Danny. He could see it, the tense set to his shoulders, the way his eyes dart around, the twitching of his fingers like he needed to hold a gun instead of a coffee mug. Something set him off, maybe it had something to do with that phone call he got and ignored last night.
"Did he call again?.." "I don't want to talk about it." "So that's a yes." Danny sets his mug down on the counter, resting his head against his hand, looking up at Morgan who walks over to stand in front of him his knees cracking as he crouches, gently setting his hands on Danny's knees in an attempt to keep him from deciding to get up and leave.
"Should tell him." "Are you insane?" Danny's voice raises a bit before he checks himself, glancing towards the living room where his son is still captivated by the cartoons. He didn't like raising his voice, especially not in front of his son. Morgan squeezes his knees to get his attention again, those mismatched eyes snapping back to him. He didn't like that look, that staring down the barrel of a gun, that sort of emotion bordering on anger and fear. He'd seen it once before when they met on the battlefield, not as friends but as enemies.
"He probably already knows, he's just waiting for me to slip." The grumbles got a small laugh from Morgan, then a quick smack to the side of the head from Danny. The pout was adorable. "So he can hold it over my head for the rest of eternity, and bug the place if he hasn't already."
"I'm surprised you didn't say he'd shoot me, pull the trigger for you. Which you'd be happy about..." Morgan tilts his head, trying to keep eye contact with Danny as those pretty eyes stray away from him again. He stands up, setting his knee on the chair and leaning over him to rest his forearms on the back of the chair, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. Smiling when Danny's hands find his stomach to push him away, he lets him, giving him his space so he could stand up.
"I wouldn't be happy, Morgan. I-" Danny's phone rings again, his hand fishing it out of his pocket to look at the caller ID, he sighs turning away from him. Morgan watches him walk down the hall, a small limp in his step, his voice switching from the tone he used while at home to the one he uses when working. Professional, distant, almost uncaring in a way as he addresses whoever called him, judging by the tense shoulders it was probably Nolan. Most likely calling back from his leave early, to go do gods knows what somewhere. Danny's bags were already packed and in his vehicle in case he had to leave, the first thing he did when he got home. Wash his clothes and gear, put it in the bags, and it all goes back into his car.
Morgan stays in the kitchen as the shower turns on from their shared bathroom, he gets Everetts lunch ready packing it away in a lunchbox then into his school bag. Meeting him at the door to walk with him to the bus stop. He should wait for Danny to say goodbye to his son, any one of these calls out could be his last, they both knew that. But they also knew Everett would ask questions on why he's leaving again, which would dissolve into Everett's upset yelling at his father. The last thing Danny needs to hear is that his son hates him, best if those potentially last words spoken to each other aren't out of anger.
Morgan gets his shoes on and walks with Everett down the driveway, waiting with him by the mailbox for the school bus to roll down the road. He gives him a pat on the head, ruffling his hair before watching the kid get onto the bus. He doesn't leave that spot until the bus is out of sight and out of earshot, only then does he walk back up the driveway, the gravel crunching under his boots. Danny is in the kitchen by the time he opens the front door, dressed in his nicer of clothes that Danny had mentioned were specially made for him. Gifts from the boss no doubt, to keep him attached and dependant. The grocery list forgotten on the fridge.
"You look good.." Danny looks up from the note pad he was writing on, leaving another letter for his son before he left out the door, there was a stuffed bunny this time on the counter, well loved. The fur matted down and there's a small tear in the paw. Danny's bunny, he didn't actually have a name for it but it went with him everywhere, Danny even got it a fake passport, tactical vest, and a small helmet. Something so insanely soft to see from a man who woke up to patrol the house in the middle of the night, every single night.
"Don't lie to me..." Danny looks away from him, picking up his bag that was sitting on a chair next to him, then carefully setting the stuffed bunny inside the large compartment, giving it a small pat on the head before he zips it up, slinging the bag over his shoulder and grabbing his jacket. Dark gray fabric, with a few different pockets, soft and warm. The patch attached to the velcro on the shoulder staring back at him made his hand twitching towards where his side arm would have been if he was working. Danny caught the movement, standing up straighter, his eyes going cold. He hated that.
"I've already called his grandparents to come pick him up after school... they are very excited to see him. His bags are already packed, I left him a note and a gift." The switch from loving father to a highly trained killer giving him a debrief was instantaneous, it set the hairs on the back of his neck on end, made his chest tighten, his heart beat faster like he was about to fight to the death in some gods forsaken hell hole. The only reason he was telling him all this was so he'd get his own stuff together, chances are he'd be called back to work too. Which meant nothing good.
"So I'll be seeing you then." Morgan calls over his shoulder as Danny passes by, out the door and to his vehicle. The door opening, his bag being set inside on the passenger seat, Danny hesitating before climbing into the driver's seat, his fingers tapping on the door. Morgan hates that look in his eyes, that murderous, predatory focus, he didn't have that before they got ahold of him.
"Most likely." Danny climbs into the driver's seat, his car coming to life, rolling the windows down as he backs up to turn around. Music coming through the speakers, Morgan walks out onto the driveway, hands twitching at his sides. "Daniel!"
The car stops, giving Morgan some time to walk up to the passenger side window, Danny wasn't looking over at him, his hand resting on the steering wheel while his other hand rests under his chin, his elbow sitting on the open and rolled down window. Morgan sighs, walking around to the drivers side, reaching it to pull him forward, hand on his head so he couldn't pull away from him.
"Keep your head down, I don't want to explain to your son why his father isn't going to be coming home." He kisses the side of his face, feeling the tension drain from him before he's shoved back again. Getting that glare before the car switches to drive and Danny drives off down the driveway, taking a right at the end then disappearing out of sight. Almost on cue a few moments later his phone rings, he takes a deep breath before answering, walking back inside the house, shutting the door behind him.
"Yeah I know, already packing. I'll meet you at the airport."
mean makarov... mean makarov because of a nolan who slips up just once— nothing too detrimental to their plan but still unacceptable for someone of his rank— makarov who makes his thought about it known.. balls deep in nolan, talking down at him in between thrusts, "this is all you're good for", reminding him of his failures and how he's better at this— taking him so deep— than his job, degrading him while using nolan as a fleshlight. uncaring whether the man under him is alright or not, uncaring of the sobs and pitiful whimpers he lets out, or rather the pathetic attempt at muffling them. and sob nolan does, because it's actually getting to his head, makarov knowing just how much his words are effecting the poor man, nolan feeling like such a fucking failure...
don't worry, he will get comforted later. days later. in the form of excessive cuddles and kisses of course but first, he will be left laying there, reminded of exactly what he is, with his hole thoroughly used and still leaking makarovs cum.
I love bluegiragi's Monster AU, and I just NEED my boy Makarov aswell. And I find it just perfectly fitting for him to be s sort of werwolf(prehaps even a werbear?).
Friendly reminder, don't tie a sweatshirt around your waist when working with open flames. Especially not when you have lighter fluid on said sweatshirt.
- Sincerely, a guy who did that and set himself on fire.
Fanfiction Gifts for Donations to Indigenous Communities in Canada
For those of you who don't know, Canada is on fire, and Indigenous communities are being disproportionately affected by the overwhelming damage.
A few Call of Duty fanfic writers here on tumblr are coming together to write fics for those who show proof of donation to charities such as:
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At the moment, we have 30 slots open! If you are interested in receiving a fanfiction as a gift for your donation, more information is below the cut! (Even if you're not interested, we ask that you please reblog!)
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Makarov, Nolan and Danny eating breakfast and talking about some random bullshit. Nothing out of the ordinary for them, Makarov drinking his morning coffee while snacking on some bacon, Nolan devouring a plate of pancakes, and Danny is taking a bite of his waffle his coffee long forgotten in favor of his breakfast of choice.
"What were those things called... pogo sticks?" Makarov asks, seemingly random but they had a conversation about them last night after some recruits got ahold of some shovels and were bouncing around on them. Danny had to give them stitches after one of them slipped and fell, he hadn't been very happy about that, and the way he glares at his waffle meant he was still pissed about it.
"Hehe, I'd bounce on your pogo stick..." "Would you now..." Nolan grins, taking a bite of his pancake while side eyeing Makarov. Makarov who was now smirking into his coffee, the two exchanging a glance before an exhausted and disgusted sigh breaks it up.
"Can't have one breakfast without you two saying something weird then eye fucking each other-" Danny shoves his waffle away, getting up and storming out of the room.
