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Hi,

Sorry for the long disappearance, yes I’m alive, and I’m doing mostly okay now with everything that happened and I am still recovering from mentally it has basically just wiped out my whole ability to write anything.

I most likely won’t be using this account anymore though, and if I continue writing it would be on another account for different fandoms, sorry if I’ve disappointed anyone. If I do restart on a new page I’ll link it in case anyone wants that.

- 💚

[inactiveuser374]

Hi,

Sorry for the long disappearance, yes I’m alive, and I’m doing mostly okay now with everything that happened and I am still recovering from mentally it has basically just wiped out my whole ability to write anything.

I most likely won’t be using this account anymore though, and if I continue writing it would be on another account for different fandoms, sorry if I’ve disappointed anyone. If I do restart on a new page I’ll link it in case anyone wants that.

- 💚

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More anim stuff

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I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed anyone by discontinuing the MIA story, I was in a prolonged period of overworking and having tons of ideas and now it’s kind of dwindled down due to highs and lows in my mental health. I can’t really come up with any interesting ideas on my own atm so I’ll be keeping my requests open from now on until I get into my own cycle of creativity.

#fanfic request #fanfic masterlist #requests open

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Gavin Reed cut dialogue scene (from james19 on yt)

#gavin reed #dbh gifs #gif set #gavin reed dbh #detroit: bh #detroit become human #gavin dbh

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"We're all haunted by ghosts, Simon."

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MIA (chapter four)

pairing; Simon “Ghost” Riley / Winter Soldier!Male!Reader

contains; graphic depictions of injury, flashbacks, fears of abandonment, mentions of abduction, human experimentation & torture, memory loss and regaining, brainwashing and conditioning, male anatomy for reader, sexual themes, lovers to strangers to enemies to lovers??

link to chapter one

"Turn around, slowly." The man pressed the gun just slightly more against the fabric of your the hood covering your face.

"Hands up."

Lifting your only functioning hand, you turned at an agonizingly slow place.

"Other hand as well," he warned, his voice remaining steady. It likely wasn’t a situation he was unfamiliar with.

Pausing, you realized you were at a loss of what you were supposed to do.

“I won’t ask again.” His voice was supposed to be menacing, but it just sounded like an echo of the past.

You hesitated your move for a split second, but upon hearing a door creak open abruptly, your body reacted with the likeness of a snake, your muscles performing before you even instructed them.

The gun was in your right hand and its former holder under your boot. The loud sound of impact as he hit the ground reverberated through the flat leaving an irrevocable change in the atmosphere.

Your entire left half hurt, a lot more than you’d realized before. The metal was pulling on your strained muscles as you held the piece, its barrel staring at the head of the man below.

Ghost could be felt behind you even without speaking. His presence was heavy enough that it almost felt as if he were pushing against your back with his gaze alone.

“Put it down.” His voice rumbled behind you, the admonitory tone alone was enough to make anyone feel uneasy thinking about disobeying. But for you, it was almost reassuring. He knew you wouldn’t let down your defenses until instructed so.

The gun clunked against the hard counter and you lifted your shoe before turning fixedly.

The gun-wielding man nearly tripped trying to get even a smidge further from you, as if your presence alone was enough to turn him to ashes. But as he turned,

His eyes filled with rage as he suddenly went to jump at you with his gaze, only meeting a familiarity just as Ghost had. They seemed to switch from confusion to anger to resentment in a matter of seconds, leaving you wondering how you two were connected.

The moment was whisked away when a sudden noise sounded at the side of the flat where you had first entered. The door was hit with such force that it’s hinges broke off instantly, sending the chunk of wood to the ground after the deafening crack echoed through your ears.

Multiple people, presumably a team of some sorts with helmets and masks flooded through the small opening in the wall.

Their shouts were incomprehensible to your ears as countless lasers pointed at you, creating a deterrent for the other two men to step away.

A shout from one of them met your earshot before an unknown projectile whizzed through the air separating you and hit flesh.

You couldn’t tell where you had been hit, but you felt a buzzing hotness pool from your neck slowly dropping down to your torso and then your legs.

You couldn’t say anything, you couldn’t even tell when your head hit the wooden floor from the absolute lack of any feeling in nearly every inch of your body.

The heat began to subside as you tried to keep your eyes from going dark, believing that you could ward off the small black spots grabbing at your vision.

You thought you’d feel fear, or anger, maybe sadness when your moment finally came. But all you could feel was cold. Cold like when you lay alone for countless nights replaying memories that presented themselves like an unreachable fantasy.

Cold like when your trust was slowly drained away in the cold room where you had left a part of yourself, a memory of someone who was gone.

The darkness took over with the likeness of a wave running over sand, smooth and swift. But waves always go back out.

-

You opened your eyes after what felt like only seconds since you had been awake last, but the memory of whatever had happened to cause you to wake up here was still foggy.

The room was dark. The white ceiling was coloured dark gray from the lack of light. Lazily, you traced the lines above where it met the wall, too tired to move anything other than your eyes. Voices behind the wall to your left let you know that you were probably in an infirmary of some type. The sounds coming from outside were muffled too much to understand as you focused on them.

But soon that too became too exhausting and you drifted off again. You didn’t care where you were, there wasn’t any conscious thoughts in your mind, just the sound of people outside playing like white noise.

Shortly after, the muffled voices in the corridor entered whatever room you had been brought to, changing from a conversation to silent footsteps in an instant.

“Has he talked to anyone?” You wanted to sit up to match the voice to a face, but even through the delirium and exhaustion, you recognized it.

“A few nurses, just ’yes and no’.” The other voice was softer and unknown. “I don’t think he really understood what happened just yet.”

Simon took a seat next to your bed, his silhouette showing in your peripheral. The door shut gently and you could hear the man’s breathing.

“How long’ve you been up?” Your eyes had been shut the entire time, but your breathing and small movements had alerted him to your awareness.

You replied with a groan as your eyes adjusted to seeing the environment around you. The ache behind your eyelids was still present but slowly fading.

Simon's gaze drifted down from your eyes, finding a quick stop at your shoulder before finding you again.

“It's alright, you don’t have to speak.” He scooted closer to you, lifting the chair underneath him before he rested his forearms on the bedside.

Under anyone else’s gaze you would’ve felt unnerved, being vulnerable like this. But the softness of his eyes assured you you were indeed truly safe in the moment.

Simon leaned forward just as you began to push yourself up against the back of the bed, his hand resting gently but firmly on your chest. You sighed as you realized how heavy your body felt, and how numb every nerve below your skin was.

“Don’t,” he watched you sink down again and his eyes moved downwards again. “It took seven hours to take that titanium out.” Simon’s hand still lay on the thin robe covering you.

Your mouth opened like a fish, closing instantaneously when you looked down. Instead of the shining metallic surface you were used to, a white patch was held down by tape. The dressing stretched from just past your collarbone down to your armpit.

He breathed in shakily, and you looked back up before you could think about it. His eyes were glistening even in the dark light and his lips twitched a bit before he took his hand off your chest. The warmth he had brought you suddenly left as he entwined his fingers in his lap.

“Simon,” the name barely interrupted the atmosphere, but he caught onto it like it was a single rain cloud in the middle of a barren field. His eyes traced your face almost endearingly as he waited for your next words. But they never came, he watched as your breathing went back to a slow and steady beat, not daring to say anything or cup your cheek as he had countless times before when you’d fallen asleep in his bed, too exhausted to go back to your own.

But Simon didn’t care if he couldn’t hear your voice or feel your skin against his. The fact that you were safe, in a place he could reach was enough for him to sleep through the entire night for the first time in years.

taglist requests

MIA taglist; @chrrywiwss @gaymistakeboi @edenstarkk @justicex101 @mrglubb @grizzersmamma @xx4rcticxx @cptg00s3 @justagenderfluidstuff @therealppboy @justglitch-nox @redjeanjacket @achob @ssukuu @akir4a @ch3rrys0da-tv @cookie-monster69 @i0veless @silvern1006 @hunter-were @armand0alg0 @quits-writing @confuseddipshit @bagelboys-withcreamcheese @chase-ing @pastel-cloud-hoe @jasperthechaosgremlin @varientlyvisual @diejager

#simon “ghost” riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x male reader #x male reader #ghost x male reader #simon ghost riley fanfic #cod fanfic

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posting chapter 4 of MIA later tonight

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König in the Jagdkommando

It isn’t hard to see that König is a curious character. A character that definitely underwent some last minute changes.

One of his biggest defining traits is that he’s Austrian, carrying the signature red-white-red flag on his shoulder for all to see. Though according to his backstory and his voice-lines, this fact doesn’t seem to really fit. As an Austrian he would have been in the Jagdkommando as a special forces operator, not in the German KSK (and his speech is definitely High German, something normally spoken in Germany, not Austria).

In an attempt to remedy this confusing state of things, I’ve summarized a brief note of what König being (or having been) in the Jagdkommando could actually mean.

Keep reading

#könig modern warfare #könig cod

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hi! just wondering if you’re still writing the ghost/winter soldier reader fic?

yes I am :)

I’ve just been trying to figure out an ending for MIA and start the König fic + some other short requests

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"I don't know what I am without the mask, don't act like you do."

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Art theft in COD community

This is something that has been on my mind for a long time, but I didn't have the courage to say it out loud. Lovely @namedlunagoddess uploaded tik tok and it motivated me to write this post.

I've been fighting with art theft lately, like many artists in cod community. People don't appriciate our hard work and use us for their popularity. From what I noticed, a lot of them follow my accounts, because when I upload something, they quickly repost it on pinterest or tiktok without credits. Pls understand me, I do it all for free. One render can take me several hours or more. For example, I spent 2 days on the last one, because I didn't like how it was turning out and started from scratch several times - when I share something, I want to be fully satisfied with it. It is EXAUSTING when you need ask for the bare minimum (credits) and even then you're not listened.

I don't make money out of it and the only thing I have is Kofi and Patreon but I'm not going to force anyone to do anything.

You probably noticed that I upload everything in lower and lower resolutions with bigger and bigger watermarks. These are not full pics - I crop them to non-standard resolutions, and 16:9 are only on my Patreon, because I'm sick of art theft. Why? I had a few cases of people selling my art as designs for t-shirts, phone cases, stickers, etc. Previously, I tried to hide watermarks so that they would not be so eye-catching, but people were using it against me. Tik tok and Pinterest are the biggest-*censored* For example, this is what happens when ppl don't give credits and edit out my watermarks

Then they end up on pinterest with thier tik tok name:

Good examples of giving credits (I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND THANK YOU!! ♥)

DO NOT REPOST

Another thing that annoys me is reposts my art, even here on Tumblr. When you do that, you are taking away my credits. I try to make everything available on different platforms, but I guess it still doesn't help. Most people can't read watermarks and will assume that if you upload it - you are the author.

It takes me 6 hours (on average) to make one render, and it takes you 6 seconds to write credits. Please respect my work, because more and more I want to drop everything and stay only on Patreon.

Sometimes I feel that what I do is not appreciated. I don't want much, and yet I feel like everything is being taken away from me.

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(TBN könig fic) current taglist:

@henri-sck @robindabank730 @gamersansblog @21c4rt1 @silentmel @jasperthechaosgremlin @kdkj122920 @123bones @ineedfriends17

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I’m starting a taglist for a könig fic, if anyone wants to be added

It will probably be a few days until the first chapter is out (I’m still continuing MIA though)

current taglist

#könig x reader #taglist

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kinda a companion piece to this ghost painting

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inspiration