Update 2: My Landlord Has Gone Missing.

Ah, good to know. I might write a Batman x Bruce Wayne fic then.

Do you think the bats might see some of the fan-fiction we write? I was gonna start writing some, but what if they see it? Is it worth the risk?

If we were in an a/b/o universe what do you think your secondary gender would be?

First of all, I BEG YOUR MCPARDON? Second of all, love that this is the first ask I’ve ever gotten. Third of all, Beta.

I want to be a magical girl. I will become a magical girl. No one will stop me from becoming a magical girl.

If we had internet connection on mars, would we call it...The Galaxy Wide Web? sᴏʀʀʏ, ɪ‘ʟʟ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ

If I start writing Drabbles, would anyone read them?

MC in the Anything-Verse

A/N: The Anything-verse is owned by @darklordofthesimp, please go check them out before reading. If you haven’t already read my work ‘The Trouble with Time-Loops’ on Ao3 this might not make much sense either. I do not own Call of Duty. Anyway, on to the story!

MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. Ethereal in their beauty, Professional in their field, and Utterly hopeless in each of their respective love lives. MC never really knew what to make of the two. (It didn’t help that MC hadn’t interacted with TF-141 since the Graves Incident.) The teen would only watch from the surveillance cameras as the Shakespearean tragedy unfurled through the screen.

They watched as Birdy struggled with their emotions and trauma, building up a wall that would put Jericho to shame. MC briefly wondered if König was the trumpet in that metaphor, slowly but surely breaking down those walls.

They watched as Sunshine and Ghost danced around each other and their feelings like boxers in a ring, neither willing to throw the first punch. MC had started a bet on who would confess first. Personally, they thought that someone would have to point it out before either of them actually said something. (Probably Price.)

Sometimes MC would look at the scars on each of the snipers. They can’t imagine the reminders that either must experience when they look in the mirror; the teen could sort of relate in their own fucked up way. Although, they knew that it wasn’t the same. The two adults had to go through the healing process for the marks that decorated their skin; MC hadn’t had to go through that process at all. The teen didn’t know if they should be grateful for that or not.

Sometimes when MC would wake up covered in their own blood, they’d remind themself that the two snipers had been through so much worse. The two snipers kept going on despite that. If the snipers could do it, so could they. (The teen ignores the part of their mind that tells them that the snipers were both grown adults and soldiers. The part that reminds them that they’re still just a child.)

MC knew better than to interact with the two terrifying snipers on TF-141. Sunshine and Birdy. Yin and Yang. Polar opposites, yet somehow the same. The main characters in a Shakespearean tragedy where hubris will lead to their downfall. MC never really liked plays. (They didn’t like sad endings either.) The teen was tired of watching the drama on the screen.

So, I have discovered that fear toxin is not very fun for a transplant! I think I saw some odd variation of God. I saw the eyes. Oh, the eyes. They seemed to look into my very being. I saw stars from galaxies eons away from ours. I watched the world burn and couldn’t do anything to stop it. I think I’ll stick to the talking plants next time.

I think my plants are talking to me. It might just be some of the fear toxin that was released an hour ago tho.

Ever get those vines cleared out?

Nope. Oddly enough they’ve started helping me around the apartment. It’s actually pretty cool. Thanks for checking in though.

They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

I need this for personal reasons

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can’t remember