#cod dr

Wanting to make some fluff, a short blurb, and get a little more self-indulgent. Maybe provide some more context for how you met the team, too. (One version anyway). 

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You had hoped the move to Scotland would provide some much needed changes in your life and some freedom from, well, the myriad of reasons you had left the States behind. And yes, you were much happier here, and your home came with the benefit of having a number of military men that were always more than happy to spend some time with you and help around the house when they were around. 

Honestly, if it weren’t for the guys, you would’ve lost it. You had been in a rush to get out of the States as soon as possible so when you finally got to see your new home (in the pouring rain might I add, after a grueling journey here) you quickly realized why it had been so affordable and why you really shouldn’t have gotten it site unseen. It was a wreck but it was a roof over your head so you had to take what you could get. 

It hadn’t taken long for the team to see that someone had moved into the run down home next door. Johnny was pretty much home bound (much to his chagrin) so he let them know when it looked like someone had actually been fool enough to buy the house months ago. They had eagerly awaited their new neighbor so when you showed up they were oh so quick to roll out the welcome wagon. 

Kyle and Johnny were the only ones home and Price wouldn’t be back for another two days, so they both took advantage of the opportunity to help you fix up the trash heap you were residing in (given you outright refused their initial offer to have you stay over until it was decent). You would later change your mind after a while of struggling to make your home habitable and running into death traps at every turn, but only after you had met all of them and circumstances (your porch deciding to delete itself right in front of Simon) forcing your hand. 

Which leads us to your current situation: living in their spare room. you had no idea how they even had a spare room given how many of them there were, but you suspected they bunked together and this room used to belong to someone. Hard to tell who, but it had a faint smell of cologne and they had obviously made it more comfortable and homey for you given how sparse their own rooms were. It was touching, really, and the idea of the group going shopping and trying to make the space nice for you was sweet. 

You didn’t spend as much time with them as you thought you would once you moved in. They were trying to work on your house as much as possible since the majority of them were going to be sent on a long tour in a matter of weeks. Of course, Price insisted that they would be more than happy to have you stay in the months they were going to be gone and since Johnny was going to have to stay here anyway...

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Hii! Call me Mavix, i'm not comfortable with sharing my real name unless you're a mutual, i always use femenine pronouns with myself but i also like it when people use other pronouns with me.

Also english isn't my first language so my writing is probably bad lol. I'm a minor, i'm 15 so i dont really feel comfortable talking with people older than 18, the same with people that are 12 or younger, but i dont mind if they interact.

I will use this blog just to talk about my dr's, my main (and only lol) dr's are my TWD and CoD dr :3

⊹ ࣪ ˖ . ⌗ ༅DNI ! : Racists, homophobics, Trump, Elon and Milei supporters, sexist people, Melanie Martinez fans (i dont have any problem if you listen to her music), Israel supporters, Hoyoverse supporters, people who support JKR, people who dont respect other people beliefs.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ . ⌗ ༅FANDOMS ! : TWD is my main fandom!! Arcane (please let me ignore the 2nd season bc it was hideous 💔), Kingsman, Craig Of The Creek, CRK, CaseOh, She-ra, Marvel, Slashers (Mostly my bbg Bubba). Also CoD is my other main fandom but i dont support any of the actors (heres why)

(First post? not gatekeeping because sharing is caring)

last updated: 6/7-26

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𝟐 𑣲⋆｡˚ I have a good sense of smell, I will know who's scent is who’s I will get drawn to that scent and remember their scent and I can track where are they are located and if they have a strong scent on them then I won’t have to really worry about it, If they have a light scent I can track their scent by using the wind (the wind will guide their scent to me), I can small them miles away but if the smell is unrecognizable, smells different, or slightly off I'll be slightly Alerted + If I start to smell something awful, I can pause my sense of smell + I won't get anyone's scent confused, mixed up, or mistaken.

𝟑 𑣲⋆｡˚ (person 1), (person 2) , or (person 3) (maybe all 3 of they get the chance too) explain to the FNAF lore sometimes even though I + everyone already know about it they just doesn't care + everyone knows about that FNAF lore and has their own favorite character(s) memes, and more + has debates on who’s better in the FNAF lore (or game), who knows the FNAF lore better, etc.

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𝟕 𑣲⋆｡˚ I don’t choke on my own spit or on air or trip on air.

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𝟗 𑣲⋆｡˚ anything harmful doesn’t do in my eyes.

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𝟏𝟐𑣲⋆｡˚ Abuse within the system is rare but always delt with accordingly and properly.

𝟏𝟑𑣲⋆｡˚ VA therapist are good people and often try to help their patients and aren’t there just for the paycheck.

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𝟐𝟎 𑣲⋆｡˚ school counselors are actually very helpful.

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𝟐𝟒 𑣲⋆｡˚ Cigarettes and drinking don't have a long-term effect, the only thing that happens is headache, temporary memory loss, and the feeling extremely tired the day after the drinking age is 21 in some places 25 in other places.

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engines revved and growled all around her, attempting and failing to intimidate the up-and-coming racer. no one really knew her yet. not when she was the last car to pull off, and the first one to overtake everyone and finish first. no one knew how much of a threat she was; how scared they should be if they depend on that prize money to keep them afloat.

seraph didn't come here to lose. she never did. no, she came to these races to prove a point. to show her mother that she could still have fun and win. even though she wasn't keen on the idea of telling her mother the ins and outs of how she got to these races, the thought was what counted. she was going to win damn near every race and have fun doing it. because she could, and she would. seraph's eyes flitted back and forth between the track and the racer beside her, his jet black car a stark contrast to her pure white one. his windows were tinted to hell, but she could still see the outline of his head. the way it was tilted towards her, seemingly examining the competition. she almost wanted to wave. to wish him luck with a smile she knew would be taken as a taunt. she held back, however, directing her eyes back to the long expanse of asphalt just waiting for her to speed across it, overtaking all her opponents with ease.

"racers, get ready!"

seraph settled back into the smooth cream leather of her driver's seat, one hand resting languidly on the wheel. she was in control here. no matter how new she was, no matter how many people underestimate her, she would still end up at the finish line first. there was no doubt about it. 3.

seraph could almost hear the collective deep breath every racer on that track took—could almost feel the sense of safety and confidence that washed over everyone. she smiled to herself, resting her hand on the gearshift. she had this in the bag. 2.

in her peripheral, she caught that same racer glancing over. his gaze permeating through the thick glass of her windows. was he trying to intimidate her? throw her off-balance?

why was it working?

1.

seraph straightened up in her seat, trying her best to avoid the glances of the mystery racer. he didn't matter. the only thing that mattered was winning this damn race.

GO!

...

that night was the first time serafina had lost since her first race. she couldn't get over how cocky the winning racer had been— ghost, the announcer had called him —and how she could see the shit-eating grin in his eyes, even when he had a balaclava over his face. the simple thought evoked an unnatural amount of irritation in sera's heart, one that disturbed her enough for her to stick the wrong key into the lock of her record store, deep groove.

she couldn't dwell on this all damn day. there were more important things to deal with, more pressing matters to attend to. like the heaping piles of unorganized records she had left behind last night. the ones she had left behind to go to that race, only to lose and embarrass herself.

an annoyed expression overtook her features, though she quickly schooled it. deep groove opened in an hour, and sera needed to sort at least a chunk of these records before those doors opened.

so with a sigh, she got to it. putting away various vinyls, even when the store eventually opened. sera couldn't greet the first customer properly, not with this steep task. she opted for a simple "welcome to deep groove" and got back to work.

the customer didn't end up buying anything—as per usual—so serafina didn't have a reason to glance outside. she didn't have a reason to stare past the glass door for just a moment and see a familiar jet black car sitting out front.

if only she had known that her newfound rival had stepped foot onto her property...and that he would become a regular she would grow fond of.

END OF POST - HAPPY SHIFTING!

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tags... @visualcve @avelineshifts @julianasversee @miaojune

i can’t wait for the hugs where i feel so safe, the bear hugs, the hugs celebrating something i did well on, the hugs of excitement from him finally being home from deployment, the hugs of comfort during the hard days, the farewell hugs when im off to school or he’s leaving for work, the just because hugs. i can’t wait for the soft, encouraging words my dad will say to me. the “i'm proud of you”s, the “good jobs”s, the “it’ll be okay”s, the “i love you”s, the “it’s okay”s. the words of comfort he’ll whisper as i cry in his arms, the words of encouragement he’ll tell me when i do well on something, the words of exasperation when i do something chaotic. i can’t wait for the days when i can't sleep so i just end up climbing into my dad’s bed, stealing all the blankets and then falling fast asleep. hell, i can’t wait for the moments where we’re bickering over something stupid. though, he’ll never yell at me, not even if my attitudinal teenage self is pissing him off, he'll just out sass me.

my dr dad will be my safe place. when i’m with him nothing can hurt me because i’m his little girl and he’ll forever protect me. he’ll protect me with all he has but also allow me room to grow and make mistakes. he’ll always be there to catch me when i fall, figuratively and literally. i’ll be his little princess who’s comfort and safety always comes first.