33 | fanfiction writer with a fanfiction series. current fandoms; Call of Duty Modern Warfare, NBC's Hannibal and Transformers. currently a very disorganized blog.
🩹 Years of Whumpmas Participation: I think all of them. I don't remember.
🔪 Favorite season: all but winter.
🩸 Average amount of sleep: 7-8 hours.
🩹 Dream Job: It's more like jobs I can't have because of my disabilities. Serving in the military ( perhaps more as a medic) working in the ICU at a hospital. Sadly I can't even work as a cashier.
🔪 Blog established date: 2020. I think in May.
🩸 Username/blog meaning: I started out writing Transformers stories, and I like the Autobots. 2001 is when I came up with my fanfiction series idea.
🩹 Hobbies: writing, playing games, pets. Maybe Youtube. Long story.
🔪 What you love about whump: Found family has helped me deal with my own shit.
🩸 Anything else to add: I currently post/ reblog Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, NBC Hannibal, and Transformers. One day I'll have a nice organized welcome post/ easy way to find everything. This may be unpopular, but I welcome everyone. My stuff is labeled, but obviously not everything I reblog will have warnings.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Nik and Price are having an argument in a hanger, and then there's a gunshot. 141 rush in with weapons drawn. They find Price rolling on the floor, groaning; he was still all decked out in his plate carrier, so the bullet didn't hit anything but his ego.
Simon: Wot the fuck, Nik?
Nik: He deserved it.
Price, still groaning: ...yeah, I deserved it...
It's not the first time they've shot each other, and it won't be the last.
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: A simple mission turns into a disaster.
Day 2;
"You have to let me go." | Drowning | Blame
Ao3 or under the cut
Jamie and Price struggle against five enemy soldiers. Price's decision to go on this mission with Jamie rather than the entire team has backfired on him. The captain frets over further mishaps while the pair engage in battle with two soldiers. The two walk backward while firing at the soldiers. They back onto a wooden bridge. The soldiers continue forward. Jamie and Price focus on them, and Jamie doesn't notice the wood plank she's standing on is cracking. The soldiers notice, but continue forward. Price aims his gun, ready to fire. He hears Jamie scream as the plank breaks and Jamie falls into the raging river.
"Jamie!"
The soldiers retreat to let the river deal with Jamie and Price. Believing the current will pull Price in as he attempts to pull Jamie out. Price runs alone the river, watching Jamie struggle to stay afloat with the weight of her gear pulling her down. Price isn't sure how he's getting Jamie out of the rushing water until he remembers he has a rope in his pack. He hurries to retrieve the rope as Jamie continues down the river. Once Price has the rope, he hurries down the river. As he runs, he ties a loop, hoping to catch Jamie with the rope.
Price tosses the rope toward Jamie, whose head is just visible above the water, trying to snag Jamie's hand with the loop. He'll risk breaking her wrist to save her from drowning. Price catches Jamie's wrist and pulls. He's fighting the river current and Jamie's weight because of her soaked gear. Jamie goes under the water as Price struggles to pull her out. The current pulls him close to the riverbed.
"You have to let me go," Jamie argues before being pulled under again.
"Never!"
As Price struggles to pull Jamie out of the water, he worries about how she's still underwater. Time is running out. Price pulls harder, walking backward and pulling Jamie closer to the river's edge. It's a difficult five minutes before Price pulls Jamie out of the river. Four minutes too long for his liking.
"I need medevac now!" Price yells into his radio.
He lays Jamie on her back and feels for a pulse. Feeling one isn't assuring as it is slow. Price knows he has a small window before Jamie is dead.
He tilts Jamie's head and delivers five rescue breaths before starting CPR. Price's mind panics as he does CPR and rescue breaths.
Where the hell is that helicopter? Price worries.
He knows CPR alone won't help Jamie. The captain blames himself for this.
Price doesn't know how much time has passed before he hears a helicopter. The helicopter lands close to where he and Jamie are. Two medics rush out with a stretcher. There's no assessment before they tell Price to lay Jamie on it. The three rush to the helicopter.
Price hates that he can only watch as the two medics work. The slow beeping of the heart monitor showing bradycardia worries him. Price hates watching the medics use an AED on Jamie, but he knows it's her only chance of not dying.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: NikPrice
Description: A successful mission ends with Task Force 141 being ambushed on their way to the extraction point.
Day 1;
@juneofdoom: "Stay down."
@nikpriceweek; Under enemy fire
Ao3 or under the cut
The mission to destroy the warehouse full of guns is a success. As Gaz, Ghost, Price, and Soap walk to the extraction point, where Nikolai is waiting, enemies ambush them. Nikolai watches as ten enemy soldiers surround his comrades. Rather than staying by his helicopter, he rushes toward them to help.
Gaz, Ghost, Nikolai, Price, and Soap struggle to take down the soldiers. Price orders everyone to separate. The five men run in three directions.
Nikolai follows Price down a path. First, they must lose the four soldiers pursuing them; then, they can search for the rest of the 141. Nik and Price run, hoping to get some distance from the soldiers, but are risking getting shot.
“We have no choice but to engage,” Nik says.
The two men conceal themselves behind trees with their guns aimed and shoot at the soldiers. The first two soldiers fall with ease. The other two make Nik and Price retreat into the forest’s depths. With difficulty, Nik and Price take down the remaining two soldiers.
“Let’s move,” Price says.
They hurry down a path, disregarding the rustling leaves, in search of their comrades.
Instead of finding Gaz, Ghost, or Soap, Nikolai and Price spot six enemy soldiers. They take cover behind trees before the enemy spots them.
“Could be the rest of the ten that ambushed us,” Price whispers. “Or more soldiers.”
The pair diverts, taking care not to crush leaves or twigs that could alert the soldiers, but the task is arduous in the height of autumn, with falling leaves obscuring the forest paths.
Nikolai and Price walk a quarter mile without making a sound. The only creatures making sounds are the birds in the trees. They listen for the sound of anyone approaching, searching for Gaz, Ghost, and Soap. Both know their friends are capable soldiers, but they still worry about one of them being injured. The duo sees a dilapidated house as they get closer to exiting the forest. They’re both relieved and worried. Were the rest able to navigate their way out of the forest?
“Hey!” Gaz’s voice calls out as Nik and Price exit the forest.
“Good, everyone is alive,” Price says.
“We have to walk through the forest to reach my helicopter,” Nikolai states.
Before the team can go back into the woods, enemies fire shots at them. They take cover behind a crumbled wall.
“Great, the six remaining soldiers,” Ghost grumbles.
Nikolai searches for an opening. Once he thinks he can take down some soldiers, he stands
“Stay down!” Price orders pulling Nikolai down.
“Plan B then,” Nikolai says, pulling a smoke grenade from his tactical vest pocket.
“Why do you have a smoke grenade?” Price asks.
“It’s a good thing I do. Be ready to run.”
Nikolai throws the grenade at the soldiers. They cough the second the grenade goes off. Task Force 141 runs into the forest. Their window to escape the soldiers is very limited. By the time the smoke clears, Task Force 141 is far from the soldiers.
The five men continue to run until they reach the helicopter. They rush inside. Price joins Nikolai in the cockpit. Nikolai doesn’t wait for everyone to sit, he is quick to get the helicopter in the air.
ain't no sunshine - cod edit
flash warning for quick cuts!
wonder this time where she's gone. wonder if she's gone to stay...
ain't no sunshine when she's gone
and this house just ain't no home. anytime she goes away.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
WIP Week is a week dedicated to updating fanfic or other types of fanworks. All fandoms are welcome to participate. Original works are also accepted. Please tag your entries with the #wipweek or #wip week tag. Since multiple fandoms and ships are participating, please clearly list the fandoms, ships, and content warnings in the post so that they can be properly tagged for any potential readers.
The second WIP Week of 2026 will be held June 21-27.
Each day will have a theme, but you do not have to post every day. You are also not obligated to follow these themes. You can work on one fic or fanwork for the entire week if you choose. If you’re not comfortable posting full updates but still want to participate in the week, you can post your daily word count and/or a small snippet from your work. The use of AI is prohibited.
Here are the prompts for WIP Week:
June 21: Your Oldest WIP
June 22: A WIP From Your Smallest Fandom
June 23: Your WIP Closest To Completion
June 24: Your Favorite WIP
June 25: A WIP From Your Largest Fandom
June 26: Your Newest WIP
June 27: Any WIP
You can post completed/updated fanworks to the official WIP Week AO3 Collection!
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
✓ Live Streaming✓ Interactive Chat✓ Private Shows✓ HD Quality
Anya is LIVE right now
FREE
Free to watch • No registration required • HD streaming
Constant movement. Might be shifting foot to foot. Might be tugging on his vest straps. Readjusting his hat. There isn't a waking moment that Price isn't fidgeting. Nor a sleeping one. He twitches in his sleep, feet kicking out just enough to wake the poor sap who happened to be close enough to jab. Every snort and snore brings with it an involuntary swallow or smack of his lips. And God forbid you be within rolling distance. Consider yourself pinned beneath his elbow, which somehow managed to catch you in the cheekbone.
Gaz
He's always clutching something. Sometimes it's his own arm, tucked beneath his head. Sometimes it's his dog tags. When he's at base he keeps his covers held close to his chest with both fists. And back home it was his childhood stuffed animal (though if anyone were to find out, he'd deny it to his last breath).
Prone to nightmares about falling, Gaz wakes with a jerk at least once a week. He'd roll over, tuck one pillow between his knees and one under his arm, and force himself back to sleep.
He is the resident big spoon on arctic ops.
Ghost
He runs hot. Between the need to conceal his identity at all times and the general lack of aircon on base, he needs the reprieve. And that comes in the form of nude, blissful unconsciousness.
He's quiet - not a snorer like Price - but he sleeps with his mouth hanging all the way open, sprawled across the mattress as if affixed to a St. Andrew's cross. He does not move from his position on his belly for between six and twelve hours.
Soap
He could fall asleep anywhere, resting his head on whatever or whomever was closest. Asleep after an op? His head was on your shoulder. Long day of nothing on a weekend? Stretched out on the rec room couch.
So, it's utterly in character that his urn rests on a little blue and white pillow, where he can comfortably rest for eternity.