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witchkingfromthe1600s · 11 months

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EVELYN DESIGN YEAAA

#puts grass and leaves on her hair #yknow she would #defanged philip au #evelyn clawthorne #my art #caleb wittebane #he's like - the audacity of this bitch #THE AUDACITY OF THIS WITCH HAH #if you want me to spill more about my hcs for her tell me i will spill so easily

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yourluckyoswald · 1 month

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Graves: *Messaging 141* At Boston right now

Soap: Do I care?

Gaz: How did he get our numbers anyways?

Graves: *Sends a pic of him with tea*

Ghost: Earl Grey?

Graves: *Sends a pic of him next to the Boston harbor, tea in hand, smiling*

Price: Don't. You. Dare

Soap: DO IT YE COWARD. I DARE YE!

Graves: *Sends a pic of him dumping it*

Price: *Blocks Graves*

Gaz: *Blocks Graves*

Ghost: Call an airstrike

Soap: NO! LET THE MAN PREACH!

#call of duty #call of duty oc #cod #cod oc #call of duty headcanons #cod hcs #call of duty incorrect quotes #cod incorrect quotes #philip graves #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #john price

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l0velylecter · 1 year

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Phillip graves head canons? :)

— headcanons on phillip graves ( sfw & nsfw ) pairing : phillip graves / gn! reader fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii rating : g for general and safe for work (sfw!) for the first half + e for explicit, minors don’t interact (mdni!), not safe for work (nsfw!) for the second half warnings : graphic descriptions of sex in the second half note : font is normal sized under the cut

safe for work ( sfw )

01 | He hates sleeping with the blankets around his neck, and in general, when the weather gets even slightly humid, he'd tear the sheets off his body. Phillip falls asleep very quickly, especially when you're around. Mid-sentence, you'd look down to your lap, and he'd have his eyes closed, breathing: soft and even. You find him passed out on the couch, on the chair by the patio. He prefers to have you with your head atop his chest, your hand absentmindedly stroking, soothing it in soft, gentle circles. The only downside is when he's away, he takes longer to sleep: thumb absentmindedly stroking the space above his heart.

02| Physical touch is his love language. Hand holding, fingers intertwined as you walk side by side. He'd occasionally lift your knuckles against his lips, palm flat across your cheeks to raise your head for a kiss — fingers, followed by his mouth, ghosting down your spine, your arm, your nape. He'd stretch across the bed to pinch ( never too roughly) the side of your thigh, already playful and eager to pick on you (lovingly) even when you've just swung your legs over the bed, barely awake with a bedhead he loves to ruffle. When you're next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, and you shift forward to leave, Phillip always asks where you're going. Under your touch, he melts — he blooms: stripped off his armor, he lays himself bare to you. Unashamed and indulgent.

03| He drives with the window slightly cracked open at the top. He likes the feel of the wind skimming his hair, his skin. In his blue cotton button-down, sleeves rolled up his arms. When under the heat of the southern afternoon, he always has sunglasses on — Dita Flight.006 with the frames thin and shades tinted. You know he hates driving alone, and even if he never tells you outwardly, he prefers to have you in the passenger seat. With the radio on and the two of you trying to snap your fingers to the beat, Phillip fails to get it right on purpose so he can see you laugh. With his accent, thick and unrestrained when he's back home, you call him a country hick. He doesn't deny it.

04| Out of his uniform, Phillip is impulsive and flies by the seat of his pants — a man who despises boredom and being alone. He never sugarcoats; sure, he loves using colorful phrases that leave you blinking at the incredulously of it, but if the man has offended you or hurt your feelings, there's a high chance that he won't notice unless you tell him. To Phillip, you're just having a conversation, and Phillip's usually more concerned with whether you caught his drift than yours. Yet, shortcomings aside, he bleeds and breathes confidence; commands authority with just the flick of his wrist. You know Phillip tries, and it shows. After every argument, when you finally find the strength to open the door, he'd be right outside: back against the wall with his legs outstretched, waiting, patient, even if he's constantly watching the clock. He makes you feel valued, protected, and appreciated: he keeps you on your toes, and you can never hate him.

not safe for work ( nsfw & mdni ! )

01| Even when you fuck, his arrogance is still there, simmering beneath the surface, occasionally leaking through the gaps to bleed into the way he kisses you. He loves having you bent over tables, against walls, and pressed against the driver’s seat. He loves to suck, to bite, to mark. He's not against being rough with you, but he never crosses the line. When Phillip is always eager to try new things and experiment — to push, to challenge, to drive you past your limits, to have you whining, crying out against his chest, a safeword is always ready. Spanking, ropes, cuffs, maybe even a daddy or authority kink if you squint. He's a dom, and he likes to tease. But he's open to being a switch; as I said, the man's adventurous.

02| But Graves isn't just about fucking. Most of the time, when he sees you for the first time in weeks, in months, he'd spread your legs almost gently, slowly, each movement careful as if to savor the moment. He's warm and desperate inside of you — going on and on about how he's missed you: lips brushing the shell of your ear. His arm, caging you underneath him, the muscles down his back, taught and tired from work. And when he comes, he’d be kissing you: deep, open-mouthed kisses, in a rare yet not unwelcomed show of slow-burn passion.

03| Big on dirty talk. This man cannot shut up, even in bed. Even with his face pressed against your weeping hole, he’s spewing out filth: sinful and wicked, you can feel the edge of his teeth skim your inner thigh. Leaving you to trap his head between your legs as they quiver.

" What's the matter, baby?" He'd chuckle, mocking how you can only pant and whine against the pillow as he pistons in and out of you, " Cat got your tongue?"

Cursing, groaning, whimpering: we all know this man can get vocal.

04| Phillip might lack common emotional sense, but he's not cruel, and most importantly, he's not stupid. Most of the time, aftercare involves a warm shower before passing out on the bed together, and when your legs wobbled: still sore and aching, he'd carry you under the shower head to support you with his body. You can feel his smile against your temple, somewhat apologetic, only to make up for how smug it made him feel. He'll dry your hair and give your ass a light smack before settling atop the bed, arms already finding their way around your waist.

a/n : thanks for requesting anon ! this was really fun for me to do as i am currently having a phillip graves brainrot 🥴i base a lot of his personality traits from his mbti : estp ! + the sunglasses featured here is actually the same sunglasses tony stark uses in civil war ( it’s ray band, and considering how patriotic graves is, he probably refuses to buy glasses from anywhere else. i mean i bet his car is even a black, ford pickup ) i hope you enjoy <3

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yourbustedkneecaps · 1 year

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guys please where’s my extremely-traumatized-but-just-thinks-this-shit-is-normal philip/belos? where’s my philip who has abandonment issues? where’s my philip who doesn’t know he’s terrified of loving someone like caleb again until it happens? where’s my chronic pain philip who doesn’t know everyone else just,,, doesn’t hurt all the time? where’s my philip having nightmares about the most insignificant things over and over again because it’s a trigger for him? where’s my exhausted, overworked, sick philip who never lets anyone take care of him but himself because that’s too much like having caleb back? where’s my philip that sleeps in the dirt cuz that’s the only way he feels comfortable anymore? my philip who blanks out when he eats palismen or kills another golden guard cuz he never quite recovered from murdering his brother? philip who likes flowers and knows how to garden BI foods? who knows how to sew a little? who doodles in the margins of his personal papers? who was fascinated enough with magic that he made scrolls and the BI’s first ever internet? who came up with crow phones? who struggles killing living things but can poke at dead stuff all day without thinking of his misdeeds with that dagger?

where’s my philip with all the human shit part of him that helped sculpt history? where’s he at?

#i just want to see the more empathetic human side of him so bad #like kid philip is still in there somewhere #where’s my emotional whump for this stupid goopy bastard #mr wet cat man #the owl house #philip wittebane #emperor belos #toh belos #toh headcanon #hc-ish?

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katz-chow · 6 months

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This is so Phillip Graves coded....thoughts? Also love your work♡^^

bang bang

a/n: STOP NO I LOVE THIS SONG. you're so right babyboo this is so graves coded. how much of life passed by him because of how much time he dedicated to his work. let me show you. angst, good ending, gn! reader, not how i normally write graves, him being an ass, slight suicidal themes, one religious bit, ignoring mw3

Phillip hadn't meant to leave you all alone all those years ago. Memories of weeping willows and tall grass in the scorching summer heat before school started to flood his mind as he drove through sun-bleached roads in the Hill Country. He was finally going home, back to the place where he could finally retire. Sure, he hasn't been back here in 5 years, but he was working and doing important missions within the military, you knew that.

He made sure you knew that when he left for the cold plains of Colorado to start up the Shadow Company. "It's dangerous work, Sweetheart." He said as he held your hand close to his chest. You were crying, begging to come with him, the shiny new ring on her your finger gleamed in the airport lighting.

"No. it's too dangerous, I don't want them coming after you..." He said when you called him a few weeks later after he informed you that he was going overseas. Again, you begged to be able to call him, to have any grasp of him and who he belonged to. And again, he denied it.

You suggested letters on a call a few months later, after he had gotten back from that first mission. He seemed more on edge, hardened...not your Phillip. He cursed and groaned, "When will you understand how dangerous everything is?! Use your brain and think will you? If I send back letters, they'll know where to find you. If you send back letters, they'll know where to find me. Hell, they can probably trace this call right back to you at this very moment and I can't do shit about that!"

You ended the call, frustrated tears rolling down your cheeks. You threw the sheets off of you and screamed into the pillows. You missed him and, of course, he just wanted you to be safe.

Soon, his signal got weaker and weaker. Letters were out of the option except for a rare one-pager or a post card sent from him. Mexico...seemed like a nice place to be, while you're stuck here in Texas, without your husband.

One month turned into two, and then 4 years, and then...he was dead. One of his old military buddies showed up to your door along with a shadow you've never seen before, a flag in hand.

You didn't cry during the funeral, there was no body. You didn't cry when you were handed the flag. You didn't cry on the drive home. You didn't cry until the sun went down and the normally empty house seemed colder, the last smoldering coal cooling down. That was when you couldn't take it anymore. Your knees sank down and hit the hardwood in your living room, framed pictures of the two of you hiking in California glimmered with the faint kitchen light that seemed so, so far away.

You felt the surge of guilt roll over you he was right, he was only keeping you safe from the mess of the world while you got to stay at home. But instead of admiring him and his care, you screamed and cursed and kicked and...cried. You cried out to him and he had no choice but to swallow the stinging in his chest whenever you asked when he was coming home. You couldn't see it at the time. Funny how these things work, it takes death to make you see it.

“If God teaches in this way, by weakening you into a vulnerable thing in order to beg for mercy, he is not a kind god. If this is the case, kill me too. If it’s cowardly than I accept being a coward, if it means I can be with him again.”

His death wrecks you. You don’t come out of the house anymore, not even to get groceries. You order things at your doorstep. You only open the door for people to send their condolences, but never allow them to go in nor do you want to go out. The house is no longer pristine and ready for him to come home at any minute anymore, because you know he won’t.

So imagine the sound of an engine cutting off in front of your house. Then the sound of a large car door closing. And then the keys turning the lock open. You don’t move from your nest of a bed, you figure you had forgotten to eat and the hallucinations are coming in. So you stare at the window blinds, bright sun outside causing a slight glow in your bedroom. You sigh. A lovely day gone to waste again, shame…

“Honey? I know you’re here, your car’s parked out…” His voice chirps as you hear heavy footsteps make its way around the small house. Then the sound of the door opening, your back facing it. You keep your eyes ahead, preparing for the part where everything fades to black and you fall asleep. You start to see the familiar figure in your peripheral and then his face knelt down to meet yours on the bed. You look at him, tiredly and sadden, dismissing the vision as you closed your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Baby…” His knuckles brush against your cheekbones and your eyes dart open and wide, looking up at him.

“Phillip…?”

His hand caress your face as yours reach out to him, fingers pinching and pulling at his face. He smiled softly. “It’s just me, again…Hi..”

Tears formed in your eyes as you sat up in bed, scrambling into his arms as you both sit on the floor. You screamed and sobbed and hit him as he held you close. “I thought you were fucking dead for almost a year, a whole fucking year, you asshole!”

Phillip didn’t seem fazed with your words nor your fists weakly hitting his back as you buried your face into him. “I know I’m sorry…I’m here now. I’m real, it’s okay, we’re okay.”

Your Phillip was home, safe and in your arms. He knew you would react in some way, but somehow he didn’t know it equate to you physically hitting him. He held you as tight in his arms as you would let him as you cried and screamed.

You succeeded in pulling away from him, tears turning into sniffles and a furrowed brown.

"I miss you."

A harsh pain whipped onto the side of his face, hard enough to pull his gaze from you to the bookshelf in the back against the wall.

"Don't do that again." You stared at him, tears silently rolling down your flushed cheeks as sniffled, lip quivering.

"I'll be here."

#katzwrites #cod mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod #modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #fanfic #phillip graves x gn!reader #phillip graves hc #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves x you #cod graves #graves x reader #philip graves x reader #philip reader #phillip graves cod

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luci4theminorannoyance · 3 months

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Imagine if the Cod characters react when they fem!reader has angel wings.

a/n: I’m pretty sure I have this in my drafts somewhere! So :), I’ll just do Cod characters of my choice

Rudy:

-love love loves calling you dove or angel or any name for a pretty bird he can think of whenever. It practically replaces any other loving pet name or nickname

-made a little gear charm with one of your shedded feathers even if Alejandro calls it tacky. It makes him feel close to you even when away

soap:

-will have you sit on his lap and clean your wings for HOURS. Favorite way to distress after a hectic or long mission is simply to sit down and coo soft sweet nothings to you while cleaning your feathers

-your his girlfriend and he adores that! Although he admits sometimes your wings get in the way of cuddling up next to you in bed which is the only disadvantage he can think of

graves:

-shows off to allll his shadows. And people who probably don’t care

-uses the name angel in his stupid southern accent so much that being called babe or love is reserved only for bad things like him accidentally doing something dumb

-has never asked WHY OR HOW. He doesn’t care unless it’s something traumatic. Your wings are just so pretty to him

konig:

-genuine goofball about it in all honesty and would adore taking you to all his little nerdy things to show you off

- or just to take you to Comic-Con or something even if he doesn’t like it just to point out your wings are real and genuine

-loves kissing your wings all over and having you lay on his chest and having them as a blanket for you both

Krueger:

-has painted your wings to Match your nails. Will do it again. Probably will do it on your wedding day in gold if you ever marry

-has so much fun in all honesty. Especially if you can fly??? Why own a car when he had a flying girlfriend?

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itsagrimm · 9 months

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Philip Graves: *silently sneaks into the house* *light goes on* wife: *tired looking, shotgun holding & in old PJs* wife: thought you'd show up, hun. wife: general said ya' dead but I didn't believe it. Saw you survive meeting ma family and there is nothin' worse than them on gods green earth. I knew you'll be back. Philip Graves: Hey doll, mind lowering that gun so I can kiss you? wife: You do smell like ya came back from the dead. Get out of those boots. I just cleaned up after the kids. wife: *keeps pointing the gun* Philip Graves: *sighs and gets his boots off* wife: *lowers guns* wife: Welcome back, darlin'. And now get into the shower so I can finally sleep in the same bed with ma beloved not-dead-husband again. Philip Graves: not saying no to that, doll. <3

#now that he is back #hc graves has a very opinionated no bullshit wife who talks back #she matches his energy #also i LOVE graves for his bad attitude #horrible people are so entertaining #philip graves #philip graves x reader #commander graves #commander philip graves #shadow company

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calamity-triquetra · 1 year

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Homophobic Belos headcanons and jokes are very funny to me, a person who knows a small amount about the Puritans, because he very obviously isn't.

The Puritans viewed men having long hair as very gay, and being gay as very bad (cringe).

Y'know what Belos is, a man with no beard, meaning he clearly has a barber.

So he looks gay (by 16th century standards) on purpose, and didn't even try to hide it when he was planning to return to the human realm.

#toh #the owl house #emperor belos #toh belos #philip wittebane #toh hcs #queer eye for 16th century genocide guys #also funny is belos stopping hating gay people after 400 years in the BI #but didn't stop hatting witches #watch out sasha's on her toh bullshit

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yourluckyoswald · 1 month

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Found Friendship

Graves: Hey, so I was thinking it's best if the all the Captain's had a quick briefing on tomorrow's opperation

Price: That's fine by me

Alejandro: Sure, whatever works best

Oswald: Rogah

Graves: Great *Walks away*

Alejandro: Gringo...

Oswald: *Nods* Haole

Alejandro and Oswald: *Turns to each other and smirks, ushering a soft menacing chuckle*

Price: If you two are thinking about messing with Graves, make sure it doesn't affect me

#call of duty #call of duty oc #cod #cod oc #call of duty headcanons #cod hcs #call of duty incorrect quotes #cod incorrect quotes #philip graves #john price #alejandro vargas #willow oswald pelekai

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grandgtaman1a · 4 months

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Domestic life with Trevor and Franklin[Headcanon]

Pairing: Trevor Phillips x Fem Reader, Franklin Clinton x Fem Reader Character: Trevor Phillips, Franklin Clinton, Reader Summary: Domestic Life with Trevor and Franklin [Anon Request]

AN: There may be a few inaccuracies Feel free to reblog and let me know your thoughts Do not repost Requests are open Sorry it took time and please it's a humble request to reblog so it gains more attraction to the blog rather than like, please. The image is only for visual representation

Trevor Phillips

Despite his rough exterior, Trevor excels at unconventional domestic skills like fixing appliances and DIY projects. He's the go-to person for any household repairs.

Trevor and you engage in constant playful banter. Your dynamic mixes sarcasm, teasing, and genuine affection, creating a unique and lively atmosphere at home.

You and Trevor occasionally embark on late-night adventures, whether driving to a secluded spot to stargaze or exploring the city when it's quiet. These spontaneous moments strengthen the bond.

Trevor's rough exterior hides a protective streak. He's fiercely defensive of you and has a no-nonsense attitude toward anyone who might threaten their safety or happiness. And it ain't a joke when he kills someone cause they hurt you.

In private, Trevor shows rare moments of vulnerability with you. He opens up about his past, fears, and dreams, creating a deep emotional connection that transcends his tough exterior.

You and Trevor celebrate unconventional anniversaries, like the day they met at a chaotic event or the anniversary of adopting their first pet together. These quirky celebrations become cherished traditions.

Trevor and you discover shared hobbies, whether riding motorcycles together, attending local events, or even participating in unconventional activities that reflect Trevor's wild side.

You find a sense of comfort and love amid Trevor's chaotic lifestyle. Despite the unconventional nature of their relationship, they discover that home is wherever you are together.

Franklin Clinton

You and Franklin have a morning routine that involves cooking a hearty breakfast together. Franklin often surprises you with his culinary skills, whipping up delicious omelets and pancakes.

Both of you are fitness enthusiasts. Engaging in morning workouts or evening jogs together encourages each other to stay active and healthy.

Given Franklin's love for cars, you spend weekends attending car shows, working on personal automotive projects, or simply taking long drives to enjoy the scenery.

You both enjoy quiet evenings at home with movie nights and gaming sessions. They take turns choosing films and games, creating a cozy and laid-back atmosphere.

Franklin's love for cooking extends to the backyard, where he takes charge of the grill during family barbecues. Hosting gatherings for friends and family, creating a warm and welcoming environment.

You both share a passion for travel. They plan spontaneous weekend getaways, explore nearby cities, or take road trips to experience new cultures and cuisines.

Both you and Franklin have a creative side. Might spend weekends exploring local art galleries, attending painting classes, or simply expressing themselves through various artistic endeavors.

Amidst the hustle and bustle of life, You and Franklin cherish quiet moments of reflection. Whether it's sitting on the porch at sunset in Los Santos or sharing stories under the stars of Mount Chilliad, they appreciate the simple beauty of life together.

Note: Don't just like please reblog it too helps with the algorithm a simple reblog is fine too.

#gta 5 #franklin clinton #trevor philips #grand theft auto #trevor phillips x reader #franklin clinton x reader #grand theft 5 #gta v #michael de santa x reader #gta #female reader #headcanons #hcs #reader insert #x reader

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ribaiore · 6 months

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Philip cant recall any of the prayers anymore, forgetting them more and more with each decade. He cant remember any line from the bible anymore, not even the seven god's commandments, them being replaced with magic spells.

He is almost one of those wild creatures he despises and wants to get rid of, but he knows that as long as he keeps on murdering them, the god will be on his side, and his soul will be saved.

#hc #philiposting #emperor belos #philip wittebane #the owl house #toh

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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R/n: hey, hey ghost

ghost:…yes..?

R/n: why was the number 10 afraid? *trying their best not to giggle*

ghost: *sighing* I don’t know..why?

R/n: b-because 10 was in between 9-11!

ghost: *chuckles slightly, and very amused because R/n is American* I thought you Americans were touchy about that subject?

R/n: I’m not. America fucking sucks.

graves, listening from afar: hey.. :(

Graves is the definition of that tiktok that goes, 'my pronouns are U.S.A' anyways okay I gotcha

Graves walking towards them: america is the land of the free

Reader: ....

Graves: It's the foundation of liberty, where one can be who ever

Reader: so if I wanted to become a stripper that sleeps with older men and occasionally snorts white lines with priests-

Graves: that screams more Europe

Ghost:..wot did this fucker say??! Reader holding him back: just watch

Graves, singing: This land is your land, this land is my land, from Californiaaaa

Graves pulls out an American flag from his pocket

Reader leaning and whispering to ghost: how much do you want to bet he kisses it

As they talk Graves is still singing.

Ghost: I dont think he would..10..I bet 10 on it

Graves finished singing and kisses his flag and covers himself with it

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lesbianslovevaleria · 6 months

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Random COD hcs

• Philip graves is the type of guy to date Taylor swift

•price would actually date a horror movie actress and would set up movie nights for him and 141 + alejandro to watch her in the movies

•könig would definitely date his therapist

•horangi would date a gyaru girl or (my friends hc) big tiddy goth girl

•alejandro would date becky g

•rodolfo would date like a rlly flirty sexy girl and he’d be the obsessed bottom bf (he’d get all the good angles in her photos too)

•valeria would date her local florist (

•johnny would date a model or a dominant woman

•ghost would date gemma ward or adriana lima and maybe bella hadid

•keegan definitely had a crush on megan fox

•gaz would def date alana champion i feel like he likes white girls idk why😭

•gaz had a crush on cardi b

•(my friends gaz hc) he’s just the guy to date a stereotypical Korean girl with no idea how to express feelings and Gaz is just like 😄👍

•he definitely had a crush on every girl in k pop groups

•he definitely watches anime with roach

•Roach would date a gothic latina who hasn’t had sleep in months

That’s it pookies

#philip graves #valeria garza #roach cod #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #könig cod #alejandro cod #rodolfo parra #john price #john soap mactavish #horangi #keegan p russ #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod headcanons #cod hcs #@tagalicious tag

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katz-chow · 5 months

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of apple pies and bloody knives

synopsis: a small montanan town, an orchard, a longhorn girl, and a big time rancher who has a knack for hunting...with halloween rolling in, will fiction turn into reality?

aka: slasher!graves x fem!reader(?)

*reader is a texan girl that is only referred to as "doll",

a/n: this is a horror/thriller romance, some topics might be sensitive, each chapter will have its own warning. slasher!graves was thought of by @frogchiro originally, i just took the idea and made it my own because i'm delusional. thanks!

masterlist:

chapter one: a haze in the fields

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