two things you’re never going to see from me is complaints on the portrayal of konig’s character (or anyone else, really) and “rules” on how to write your COD fanfiction.
idk about y’all but when i write it’s incredibly self indulgent. i write about what i want to write to satisfy my own sexual creative needs and i think y’all should do the same. you’re not gonna see me throw a fit if i don’t agree with your portrayal of a fictional man with 3 pieces of confirmed lore. if i disagree that much i just won’t read it? i’m not going to rain on your parade and tell you that you should stop doing your creative outlet and sharing your stories bc i don’t agree with how you want to write his character or bc you don’t follow canon.
you wanna portray him as a stone cold and ruthless killer who thirsts for the blood of his enemies? as the big soft uwu boy everyone hates so much? you want him to be 20y/o, 45 y/o, 60y/o? mean, kind, confident, anxious, smart, himbo, reserved, persistent, wholesome, a pervert? you want to strip this man of everything you know totally OOC and just borrow his appearance for a coffee shop AU? it’s okay! chances are there’s other people out there who were craving just the thing you’re cooking.
no one is doing this for a living, we’re all writing fanfiction about our imaginary boyfriends in CALL OF DUTY as a hobby. it’s just not that serious. this goes for all creative fandom works, too.
i’m personally very picky about my fanfiction, but who’s silly little problem is that? that’s my silly little problem. i’m here for the grind, the chase, the dig. too weak to handle scrolling back 100 pages on ao3 just to find the perfect strangers to enemies to friends to lovers 100k word porn with plot with accurate character potrayal you were looking for? you might be in the wrong business if you can’t handle the hunt, my friend.
y’all are making free content for us to consume. that’s more than enough, and the priority at all times should be to make sure you’re having fun writing. I’d rather you all share your OOC goofy little fics that you felt motivated and inspired to write than a canon friendly story you had to force yourself to get through for our sake.
anyway i’ll go to bat for fic writers any day of the week. tldr; don’t ever let anyone dictate how you express yourself creatively, give yourself permission to go nuts like a 6 yo old with paste, glitter, and elbow macaroni. free yourself from the weight of the chains of creative stifling and see how close to the sun you can girlboss. let us seethe at the hands of your raw muse.
and as always, thank you for sharing your art with the world.
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Okay, another blurb… (me: multiple blurbs one day; also me: *doesn’t upload a single thing for weeks/months* lol)
So, I’ve been thinking about the kids —Amelia and Arthur— obsessed with the idea of having a little sister. But before that they were stunned by the idea of baby kicking Y/n from the inside (lol). Closer to Ruth’s arrival, Amelia was 6 and Arthur 4…they love each other but as any couple of siblings they bicker a lot haha.
One day, Y/n is very exhausted and goes to take a nap on her bed. Matty tried his best keeping the kids entertained, busy, so they let her rest but up to a moment they want mommy. The kids father couldn’t complain because he did want to see Y/n too (simp).
Matty convinced them with the idea of making her a tea and crackers, so they helped him.
Once everything is ready, Arthur took the plate and Amelia the steaming mug. Matty checked first if Y/n was awake, making them wait at the door.
Matty took a peak first, watching how Y/n’s face was illuminated by the light coming from her phone screen. Y/n boyfriend pushed his entire body inside, closing the door behind him taking her attention.
“Hey.”
“Hi, my love.” Matty took a sit beside her on the bed, while she left her phone closer on the side table. “How are you feeling?”
“Better.” Y/n lifted her hand towards his forehead showing a slight frown. “Where are the kids?” She worried about.
“Outside.” Matty said. Y/n was showing a lot of confusion so he clarified, “they made you tea with crackers.”
“Oh my god…” she brought a hand towards her chest. “Did you make them wait outside?!” Y/n scolded him.
“I wanted to check first how you were doin’, alright?” Matty explained. “We had a chat today and they’re a bit worried something might happened to mommy.” His words made her pout and Matty leaned forwards kissing it away.
“Please bring them in.”
Matty did as she told him and the kids walked slowly into the room. Y/n’s heart melting seeing her babies so worried.
“Hello.”
A chorus of hello’s falling from their lips filled the room.
“That’s for me?” She asked them, pushing her body up so she could rest her back into the headboard of the big bed. The kids moved their faces saying yes.
“Get in bed with mommy, guys.” Matty let them know they could, taking the mug and the plate from their hands.
Arthur took place by Y/n’s right side and Mel pushed her body closer towards the left. Y/n rounded them with her arms.
“What’s wrong, my loves?” She asked them.
Arthur could begin to speak his worry thoughts, so Amelia helped as the big sister.
“I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“That something might happen you.” Amelia said.
Y/n moved her head looking at Arthur, asking, “Are you scared too, Archie?” and he nodded.
Y/n couldn’t help to look first at Matty before speaking again. “My loves?” She asked and they replied with a quiet “yes” so she continued, “I’m okay, I’m very tired because the baby is making me feel tired but I promise nothing is going to happen to me, okay?”
“Ask mommy what you asked me earlier.” Matty encouraged them.
Y/n gave them the space and time, being Arthur the one asking this time, “Does it hurts?”
“What, baby?”
“When the baby pushes…”
“Not really.”
Amelia looked at her mother with a puzzled look, “But she’s pushing from the inside.” Which made their parents to chuckled.
“Well, yes…but it doesn’t hurt baby. Here, give me your hand.” Y/n took Amelia’s hand softly, under the attention of both Arthur and Matty. Y/n pushed with her fingers agains Amelia’s palm. “It’s similar to this sensation. She’s just moving around and stretching.”
Mel took her hand away, cringing, “Feels weird.”
“The first time is weird. I’m used to it now. You two kicked a lot too.”
“Did I?”
“She just said both of us.” Amelia looked at her brother, who showed her his tongue mocking her sister.
Y/n took the opportunity to look at Matty who was admiring his little family even when the bickering between the kids was escalating slowly. Their family was everything he needed and welcoming a new baby into it made his heart swelled.
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the thing about illegal drugs is that using them even once will get someone fretting about you being an addict. the thing about alcohol is that you can pass out from it multiple times a week without anyone suggesting you might be an addict. shockingly, neither behaviour actually helps anyone, least of all addicts. we need to be able to have normal conversations about substances. god
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