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Las Vegas
#photography#rob simons#photographers on tumblr#las vegas#vegas#cars#cadillac#pink cadillac#chapel#lumix#vsco#street photography#new topographics
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The Hitcher (Dave Meyers, 2007).
#the hitcher#the hitcher (2007)#dave meyers#james hawkinson#jim may#david lazan#rob simons#randy huke#leeann radeka
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together
#call of duty#gary roach sanderson#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#roach x ghost#my art#ough... cant help but think about these two#we were robbed of interactions btwn roach and this ghost#how did i even sit on this for a few days now?#time is a construct#dw guys theyre just chilling on the grass
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Official Character Concept Artwork for DnDHAT
from the 4K book flipping of The Art and Making of Dungeons & Dragons Honor Among Thieves
#absolutely robbed of Forges drip and Xenks longer locs!#btw its an official book and the video is 4K so you can read it :))#dnd movie#dnd honor among thieves#dndhat#dnd#edgin darvis#holga kilgore#simon aumar#doric the druid#xenk yendar#forge fitzwilliam#dungeons and dragons#honor among thieves#concept art#behind the scenes#xedgin#because i know Edgin would appreciate longer loc Xenk's hotness it needs to be written after like a time skip or smt
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"HA!"
#high rollers#dungeons and dragons#dnd#simon walker#elijah kamski#gavin reed#rob extinction#neil newbon#nobigneil#astarion#astarion ancunin#astarion baldurs gate#keep it neil#karl heisenberg#detroit become human#re8#bg3#baldurs gate 3#neilblr
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Soap knows Ghost is beautiful. He doesn’t need to see his real face to know. It’s in the way he carries himself, his thick British accent, the arrogant quirk of his eyebrow that shifted under his mask. He never had any urge to take a peek at his face under that mask, always respected his boundaries, always stayed fairly within line.
But during the mission in Las Almas, where Ghost had so unwaveringly pulled off his mask, Johnny felt like his whole world had been shaken. Maybe it was because Ghost was his whole world Soap had been obsessed ever since. The crooked curve of his nose, his clipped and messy dirty blonde hair, the slight curve of his Cupid’s bow on his upper lip, the jagged scar that had been carved into pale, almost sickly skin. It was all so utterly Simon. Soap felt unhealthily obsessed. Genuinely, he thought that he could not be any more head over heels, and he goes and does this.
It was stupid how eager Soap was to draw his face. It was like he was a puppet on a string, pulled by his untethered compulsiveness. He had to be cautious. He yearned rip off the mask Ghost has just put on again to kiss him stupid in front of everyone. 141, maybe. But not the Los Vaqueros. He does have that sliver of sanity to hold himself back. But god, if that doesn’t just open up a door of opportunities for him behind closed doors. The extra areas of skin that were now not so unreachable was like dangling a candy in front of a child and expecting them to not take it.
Simon is beautiful. Simon is so pretty. Simon is stunning. Pure Bonnie.
Soap wills himself to shut the fuck up and focus on the mission. He wants to see Simon again. Preferably, in a setting with more light. Soap feels like he’s rediscovering ghost all over again, he wants to see his smile, his annoyed expression, his huffs and grunts, everything on his face. Good lord, does he have dimples? Soap thinks he might just die.
The act of seeing ghost’s skin lights something in soap. He doesn’t know what it is, but he feels the impatience and desperation to find out what it is. He grapples and tries to identify it, but like his callsign, it slips away and he’s left with a frustratingly empty feeling he knows only ghost can fill. I’ll find out. I swear, I’ll find it out.
Soap has never been a patient man.
#ok so this is the last of the writing I’ve saved up#it may take more time to churn up more pieces#the stress and anxiety is#getting to me#I’m struggling guys I rlly am HAHHA#just when things were about to get better#stay safe guys love the attention I’ve been receiving about the other pieces#y’all are amazing 💞💞#robs ramblings#call of duty#john soap mactavish#ghoap#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap
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Don't mind me just sharing some gifs I made of Neil making direct/near direct eye contact with the camera 👁👁 it's not like it makes my knees all wobbly or anything 😩😩
#neil newbon#rob extinction#extinction 2014#simon walker#hollyoaks#phoenixspencer gifs#THE WAY YOU CAN SEE HIS PUPIL DILATE IN THE LAST ONE 😭😭
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I have so MANY THOUGHTS about this interaction in regards to their characters
The fact that “Ghost” (for the sake of the post just imagine their characters) rattles off dad jokes when he’s around Price give me the impression he does it with everyone
Price immediately answering even when he really didn’t have to, meaning that he is used to Ghost telling dad jokes around him
Both of them laugh at dad jokes. Both of them find dad jokes to be hilarious which for Ghost that contrasts his persona because he’s “the Ghost” but for Price that just makes silly, more down to earth
Price’s laugh (before Barry couldn’t hold onto it) is LOUD. It’s loud and hearty when it’s genuine, not the soft chuckles he gives in the games. It’s full of life.
Price and Ghost are close enough that they can share funny moments like this together
#anyway enjoy my dumb rant#simon ghost riley#captain john price#this is shit we should’ve seen#in the game#we were ROBBED#I tell you#ROBBED
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beach day
#ace attorney#athena cykes#simon blackquill#bobby fulbright#lorillee.png#can yo ubelieve they robbed us of bobby and athena tagteaming simon. can you believe.
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neil Newbon pics 🤭
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Bombay Beach
#photography#rob simons#photographers on tumblr#salton sea#bombay beach#cars#graffiti#street art#vsco#lumix#street photography#new topographics
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In 2011 I drastically reduced my DWJ book intake to dripfeed levels, so it was only in the 2024 new year that I finally decided to read Deep Secret. My god - out of all her books this seems targeted at me personally? Stressed late-20-somethings, making fools of oneself in vicinity of fav authors, artist alleys?? Also, blatant unmistakable LGBT-rep??? I can't believe I slept on this one for so long!!! Definitely putting it on the upper tiers of my DWJ bookshelf.
Anyway, here's some designs I've whipped up for the characters! As always, might tweak 'em if ever I draw more in the future, but that's what's fun about figuring out character designs. Rob in particular is a joy to me.
btw Zinka plsplspls let me table with you
#diana wynne jones#deep secret#maree mallory#nick mallory#rob the centaur#rupert venables#will venables#simon venables#zinka fearson#ladies and/or gentlemen#i legit laughed out loud whenever the characters got stunned by them#like props to dwj that you can tell she was a bit confused but she did have the spirit#character design#also glad to say I've thoroughly revised my opinion of nick!!#first read Merlin Conspiracy back in 2009 and I remember being pissed because his backstory was so vague#the copy gave absolutely no indication that this was a sequel to another book#so finally getting context for all that was great and now i adore this eepy teen#(also reread MC after Deep Secret and boy I whooped at the one instance Rob my beautiful centaur son got mentioned by name)
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Condemn him to the infirmary
aaaa credits to @jomprowley for the photo
#Tally hall#miracle musical#mind electric#I like to think I’m fucking hilarious#simon hawaii part ii#hawaii part ii stella#hawaii Part ii#hawaii: part 2#Hawaii: part ii#hawaii part 2#Joe hawley#Bora karaca#andrew horowitz#rob cantor#ross fedeman#zubin sedghi
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Screenshotted from Nicole Rodriguez’s Twitter , we finally got storyboards from the winter wonder world montage! So happy!
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What do you mean we could of gotten sharp teeth winter king
#adventure time#Fionna and cake#winter king#the winter king#fionna and cake the winter king#simon petrikov#.. I feel robbed in a sense…
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I’m SUCH a sucker for drunk calls/texts confessing their love and y’all know I gotta project it onto ghoap (buckle up guys its a long one I had to break it into two parts SORRY) pt. 2
Soap’s blood is pumping. He can feel it heat up in his cheeks in the form of a blush, giggles bubbling up in his throat and his mind loose enough to just sew together a semblance of a bad idea.
Deployment had been boring at first. Stuck at home with unending nervous energy, fingers twitching and aching for the solid feel of a gun, the rough texture of his vest, the adrenaline clapping him on the shoulder before shooting through his veins like a drug. It was so unendingly dull. It’s not like he had anyone waiting for him at his apartment in Glasgow, and their break time was too short to visit his Ma.
So why not invite a few buddies out to drink? No harm, no foul.
Well, that’s what he initially thought. A couple hours later of wheezing and pounding of the table, shoes sticking to the ground and the smell of booze wafting though the air, Soap could confidently say that he was wasted. He’s leaning heavily on his buddy, chum, pal, that he for the life of him cannot remember right now. He’s swaying from side to side, feeling unusually breathless as he mumbles what could be the song that’s playing right now. He’s not sure. He combs his fingers through his hair, scratching a bit anxiously at the nape of his neck. Soap’s not sure if he wants to cry or laugh or vomit right about now. Pretty sure that’s a sign to fuck off, pass out on his bed and deal with the rest tomorrow.
Soap pushes off his… friend? Wait, did he even come with him? And heads towards the general direction where the toilet is. Might as well not look like a homeless person before heading home, wouldn’t wanna scare anyone. His head is spinning, pounding, loud, loud, loud, and nowhere near done with its madness. Soap slams his hand on the wall beside the toilet door, squinting and hoping the door he’s reaching for is the actual door, not it’s double. He does, in fact, get the right door (small miracles), and pushes it open.
He fumbles with his zipper and exhales heavily as he relieves himself. The man beside him in the toilet exits with a sniffle and stumbles out, the music getting louder for a second before the door closes again. Soap leans heavily against the sink counter and washes his hands, placing his fingers together and splashing water onto his face. Soap drags his hands down before greyish-blue eyes look back at him with a piercing stare. He blinks, and re-evaluates again. His hair is flopping to one side, weighed down by sweat. His face is flushed and his skin glows slightly with a thin sheen of sweat, his freckles just shy of being seen under his rosy cheeks, eyebags evident through the haze. He looks down and- oh. It appears his attempt at splashing his face with water wasn’t as successful as he’d hoped, half of his shirt drenched in water. Soap tugs loosely at the corner of his sleeves, releasing the bundled up fabric at his pits. He frowns in discomfort as the sticky heat of his arms lay back down against his skin. He sighs once more, not really feeling like his lungs are filling with oxygen, turning around and laying his hip against the counter lazily before pulling out his phone. 0237. He swipes down on his home screen and pouts at the “no new notifications” tab. He unlocks his phone and swipes through his contacts, unsure of who to drunk text at this hour. Gaz is probably asleep by now, if anyone has a spotless sleeping schedule, it’d be him. Price would have his head on a platter if he texted him about anything non-military business. Laswell, no. Ghost?
Huh.
Ghost…could be someone he could text. Soap isn’t quite sure if he would be awake right now. Do ghosts even need sleep? He huffs at his little comment, tapping on their chat together. Do they have the kind of relationship where soap can dramatically drunk text Ghost at 2am right now? Soap lets out a little bemused huff when he sees that he reached a dead end to their chat after one swipe of his thumb. Of course. Right bastard doesn’t text anyone. He tilts his head up to meet the flickering white light of the bathroom ceiling, watching water damage and mold streak across the concrete. Ghost… how is he during deployment? Does he still wear that mask around the relative safety of his own apartment? Does he have any hobbies? Does he go to the gym as well? Does he long to be back on base? Does he long to be back in the chaos of the war zone, alongside soap? Does he think of soap? Does he ever think to- before Soap knows what he’s even doing, his fingers clumsily type out a greeting.
Hwlli
That’s not quite right.
Gellp
Nope.
Hellu
Oh my god.
Hello
There we go! Soap smiles giddily at his screen, bringing it closer to his face before very carefully writing a much more sophisticated and brilliant follow up.
U up?
He’s the smartest person in the entire world. He supposes a part of himself preens at the thought of even just being able to text someone like Ghost. Big, bad, Ghost. He decidedly does not giggle like a schoolgirl. Just as his mind starts to wander back to the world outside the sickly bathroom, his phone vibrates, and looks down in confusion.
Drunk?
Soap frowns.
Who
You.
Wanna try anf gues, Lt?
You are drunk.
He says it like it’s a fact, like he knows everything. It annoys Soap, much more than it should. He supposes that it could maybe be something to do with the massive amounts of alcohol thrumming through his bloodstream at the moment, but he knows for a fact that it slices through his brain, presses against his throat and contracts his chest.
Yiu think so?
I know so.
Soap thinks Ghost is being a real dick right now.
Ittle know iy all
You’re drunk, Johnny. What do you want me to do about it?
Johnny. Johnny. Johnny. His head spins. If he closes his eyes and imagines hard enough, he can hear the raspy gravel of Ghost’s solid, thick British accent murmuring commanders into his ear. Speaking of noises, his brain starts to register more of the music from outside, the start of a song that Soap can vaguely remember, but he can’t quite put his finger on it right now. The electric guitar, drums and bass all purr in his subconciousness, his lips parting over the words, moving silently as he tries to pinpoint exactly where in the song he is right now. There’s this tune… think of you.. repeat, until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…do I wanna know? Soap whispers, his mind curling and his ribs creaking. He feels like he’s truly, deeply losing it now, fingers slowly loosening over his phone. His head feels too big and his cheeks are burning, his shirt too tight against his chest and arms and his toes too restricted under his shoes. Everything was funny and everything was too bright and shiny and yearning and blurring and he wishes Ghost was here and he wishes everything was different and he wishes life could just be a little bit easier and-
His phone is vibrating.
Crawling back to you.
#lowkey haven’t even started on the send part#dw guys I write fast when inspo hits#I got a busy day tmr so second part may come in like two or theee days?#me staring at the 150 yes on the poll I made#y’all this better get 150 notes /j#stay safe out there guys#hope y’all like this one 🙏🙏#I really think I cooked#robs ramblings#call of duty#john soap mactavish#ghoap#simon ghost riley#ghostsoap
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