#cod talks

[cavernsofdarkness]

I got a new computer. Now the game misery of getting everything transferred and setup begins. 🙃

[cavernsofdarkness-ts4]

When I say I only open ts4 twice a year, I really do mean it xD 

It’s been six months, to the day, since the last time I opened it. 

[cavernsofdarknessgames]

Why do all of my bookmarked CP2077 fics say this?

What challenge???

[ohmygraves]

thinking about reader who is on their period n simon who lives with them and ended up just following them around because they don't want to get up because of the cramps.

water? already on the nightstand, it's also warm so it won't make the cramps worse.

meds? some painkillers are ready just next to the glass of water.

food? just let him know when you want to eat. he'll even feed you.

no more tampon/pads? send him a picture of the packaging, he's already at the store getting some and grabbing some chocolate and snacks too on the way.

at first he gets annoyed because you would call him over every so often, especially when he's trying to chill. but seeing how you look so upset and pissed over the cramps and the way you're bleeding profusely, he decided to suck it up and make things at least more bearable for you because if not he's not going to hear the end of it.

has been made fun of by his mates when they were over for game night and you're having the blood fountain, because simon gets all obedient and would drop everything to attend to you.

"simon, need water..."

"'kay love," and he's getting up from the couch, beer forgotten somewhere and grabbing some warm water for you to drink. like an obedient dog following orders.

he's probably learned his lesson after you threw a tantrum when he ate your chocolate and he didn't come when you called him.

[ghostlywhiskey]

blue collar simon is a dream, necessity, a way of life, a religion.

just the thought of him coming home in his work clothes. by the time he’s out of his car he’s already peeled off his neon work shirt to sling it over his shoulder. the neon shirt coated in dirt and grease, but somehow always clean after you throw it in the wash.

his hands are coated in the same dirt and grease the shirt fell victim to because the shirt was used as a poor attempt to try and clean his hands. so, when he walks in the door after work, his boots barely making it two steps in before you call out to him to take his shoes off. kicking them off, he finally makes his way to you while your sat at the kitchen counter. fingers quickly typing either a work email or placing an order of some sort. he can’t remember if he said you could buy something with his card, knowing him he probably did agree.

your body squirms slightly as he comes up behind the stool you are sat on, his face nuzzling your neck before he places a kiss. he knows how much you hate when he’s filthy after work, but also knows how you secretly enjoy the sight of him.

“simon,” you can’t help but huff out, the annoyance half fake and half real as you’re trying to work. “go shower,” the order barely has any authority behind it.

“not unless you’re joining,” he teases, one hand reaching to close your laptop before he’s pulling your stool to turn you towards him. simon’s hands grab your own to guide you to stand up and follow him to the bathroom, a grin on his face as he catches your gaze looking at every part of him that isn’t his face.

[sweetnothingtm]

simon riley who’s obsessed with a camgirl.

simon riley who has his card memorized so he can endlessly tip you with little messages of praise.

good girl. what a good dirty whore. that’s it, smile for daddy. finished so soon? i won’t ask twice - again, princess. wish i could fuck those little plump lips. nasty little slut.

simon riley who’s your top viewer and spends thousands of dollars donating you gifts.

simon riley who jerks himself off to saved videos of you smiling sweetly as you dip your hand in between your thighs.

simon riley, who bought you special lingerie for Valentine’s Day just to see you cum over and over and over in the tight red lace.

simon riley - pussy whipped for a girl who’s never met him but who he’s destined to ruin with all his dirty little fantasies.

damn my bad I’ll stop…

[nenayaquisieras]

my brain is saying 141 with a reader that sees dead people. like they notice how respectful she is to the dead. when she kills she moves the bodies, sometimes says a small prayer to herself. they see her looking at things that aren’t there. “Did you see that? Never mind.” or she mentions she feels something weird in the air, or something wrong. talks to the team about the sleep paralysis she gets, always leaving out the grayish dark figure that accompanies her on those nights.

She’s never told anyone until she got drunk enough to were she’s literally laughing saying

“oh yea i see dead people.” And the guys obv think she’s joking and egg her on about said dead people she sees. but then she tells them about the entities that follow them, the people they’ve killed, always following them around. some are very angry, she feels their malicious intentions. ends up describing them in grave detail, they way they looked, what they wore, the last words they spoke before her teammates pulled the trigger. Something that only THEY would know.

“oh man, let me tell you about Gilbert my sleep paralysis demon. I swear he’s been visiting me more and more recently.”

[s0fter-sin]

thinking about the way ghost doesn't hesitate to start killing shadows when graves betrays them but soap only takes one hostage

you can almost hear the voice in his head telling him it doesn't have to be this way; they can still talk it out

"i'm calling shepherd"

his first instinct when confronted with betrayal is to play it by the books: to go up the chain. that goes against everything we've seen him do. he bucks authority at every chance except for the one time he's confronted with the barrels of his allies' guns

he wants a peaceful resolution; for the first time we've ever seen, he doesn't want violence to be the answer. there has to be another fix, a solution that doesn't end with him killing the same men he's been working with; his friends

nothing's happened yet

it doesn't have to go this way

but ghost has been betrayed before. he knows the way this ends; either with him six feet under or his enemy

he doesn't hesitate

it's only when they knock alejandro out that soap shoots; when they spill the first blood and cross a line they can never come back from

only when ghost orders him to run and he has to cover his retreat

and somewhere along the line, between civilians’ screams and taunting voices, between his shaking breath and ghost steady in his ear, that naivety is stripped away; his trust turned to teeth that he uses to sink into throats of men he'd have given his life for

"be careful who you trust, sergeant; people you know can hurt you the most"

he's learned the price of trust

just like ghost did

but unlike ghost, he has someone to guide him through the aftermath

"good advice, It"

[yawnderu]

I wanna nerd out a bit about the new operator (3-headed Ghost) because I just bought him and I can't stop looking at him.

While he is a bizarre combination of limbs from the TF141 members, he's listed as a member of KorTac, a private military contractor in the game known for having the bad guys, including Makarov, Graves, and some Konni soldiers. As of now, all the information of the operator appears as [REDACTED].

The masks he wears are arranged in chronological order following the events of the campaign, starting from the one on the right side, worn by Simon during Grave's betrayal. The mask in the middle is from the cinematic where Simon and Johnny meet up with Rodolfo again to rescue Alejandro, and the mask on the left side is from another cinematic, where Ghost's team eventually defeats Shadow Company.

He has five arms, two of which belong to Simon and are located on the right side of his body. On the left side of his body, two of the three arms are mutated together, and one of the arms belongs to Soap -easily recognizable by his SAS tattoo-, grasping Price's arm, while Gaz's arm is on the back.

Some of the accessories he wears include Gaz's cap,

Price's scarf,

and Farah's headband.

While he is listed as a KorTac operator, still attached to it can be seen a United Kingdom Special Forces patch on Ghost's arm.

Another curious fact is that the solitary arms on the back (belonging to Simon and Gaz) and Simon's head do not stop twitching, to the point it looks rather painful, as the head twitches force his entire body to move as well.

When you're in the selection screen, the Alone operator examines his mutated arm for a few seconds before moving on.

[orphanedsource]

seeing fanart of the avatar aliens really messes me up it's like finding a fandom for the Pillsbury dough boy or planters peanut guy

[the-whispers-of-death]

I'm imagining Simon coming home from deployment while you're out of the house, hanging with your friends. You didn't even know he was coming home—hell, he didn't even know until they told him—so this gives him the perfect opportunity to go for a shower and to decompress so that he can give you his full attention when you're back.

Simon focuses on washing off the blood and dirt off of him, making sure he puts on clean clothes that aren't stained with the horrors of war. He sits on the couch and waits, reveling in the silence that allows him to catch his breath and center himself. He's home, he's not on a battlefield, he's home and he's waiting for you.

And when you finally get home, your eyes lighting up at seeing him on the couch, he fully relaxes. You two end up laying on the couch with his head resting against your chest as you hold him. This is his safe place, you are his safe person.

He's so lucky and he feels it in that moment. Feels so grateful to have you as his partner.

So he lets go of everything that had led up to this moment and he just focuses on you. You and the love you two share. And he couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

[cavernsofdarkness]

As per usual, I am working on everything other than the thing I actually want to finish and post.

Things I want to do, but my brain said no:

Edit and post a set of pictures that are already taken.

Build the sets and take the pictures for a thing where the sims are already dressed and the poses are already made.

Things my brain decided it wanted to do instead:

Conceptualize and do research for three new characters, completely unrelated to each other or to the things I actually want to finish.

Go so far as to actually work on, and customize a skin for, one of the aforementioned new characters (hence the picture in this post).

Update another character, of course unrelated to anything else mentioned in this post.

Work on cc.

*sigh*

[miilkybnn]

y’all know that one audition tape Neil did? Yeah, so anyways make it Soap

[totally-not-fandom]

I consistently forget that Nikolai is an objectively scary guy. This man is an illegal arms dealer, built like a brick house, and withstood torture from Russian Unltranationalists, not to mention he's filthy-fuckin-rich. He consults with war criminals on a regular basis and puts himself in increasingly dangerous situations throughout the series. He is so confident in his ability to outsmart and/or outrun the police that he leaves notes for them at crime scenes and he definitely have some guys on the inside of the Russian police department. He has absolutely no problem with kidnapping people and using them as leverage, not even really caring what happens to them. I'm convinced that Nikolai knows no fear.

[omgitstatertot]

Forget Simon "Constant Stoic Expression" Riley. NSFW UNDER CUT 🔞

I want Simon "Spends so much time hiding his expression behind the mask. He forgets to hide it when it's not on." Riley.

I don't want a soft smile when he's talking to you. I want a full-fledged grin that he doesn't even realize is there as you ramble about your day.

I want redfaced blushing every time you kiss him on the cheek.

I want him unable to hide the way his lips part in a silent gasp when you've gotten him relaxed and trembling under you.

I want his face red and tears streaming down his face as he asks you to keep going.

And most of all. I want his face red under his mask the next day after you whisper to him about how well his mask hides the bruises.

[ghostlywhiskey]

pen pal simon - original post

every day after work, you found yourself sat at your desk attempting to write back a response to the soldier who referred to himself as ‘ghost’. crumpled up stationary surrounded your desk space, along with different types of pens as you obsessed over your handwriting. if one letter of your penmanship looked wrong, the paper would become another ball added to the collection of half written letters that contained slightly different, if not the same, wording in response to the thank you letter from ghost.

the simple questions he asked to get to know you suddenly felt like the hardest questions to answer, as if you were being graded on the facts about yourself. was he going to find your hobbies boring? maybe your hobbies were boring the more you read your response. the easiest question to answer was regarding how long you had been doing the care packages - a few years since one of your friends had a significant other that joined the military. stories often mixed with people who received packages and cards from family members frequently, but the ones where some received little to none are the ones that made you upset. so, you had decided to explain that to ghost and it was probably the easiest response of them all to write out. not single moment did the pen leave the paper for you to collect your thoughts or how to word your answer.

but then, you continued to answer the questions he asked you, and in return you asked him similar or different ones. again, you weren’t positive he would reply this time around, but you figured you’d still return the gesture of asking him questions as well. and when you finished writing it all, reading through it god only knows how many times for errors, you finally slipped it into an envelope. this time, no ‘treats’ were included, instead you had opted to ask him if he had any favorites, that way if he did end up writing you back then you could buy him what he preferred.

and after you mailed out the letter, you pushed the thought of it to the side to try and forget about it. but, you couldn’t deny every time you arrived home and checked the mail you were secretly hoping there was a response. but then a few weeks went by and there really was no response waiting mixed in with your other mail.

then after almost two months, after a shit day at work, you didn’t even think twice as you grabbed the mail and walked into your home. going through the motions of your routine - showering, cooking dinner and anything else you had to take care of, you finally sat at the counter towards the end of the night to sort through the mail. a small card was tucked between a bunch of other trash mail, your eyes immediately recognizing the handwriting. quickly, you opened up the envelope and sure enough, that same notebook paper was tucked into it, this time three pieces of paper unfolded in your hands. 

..it’s been quite hectic over where i’m currently at, so sorry for the lack of my responding…

...i’m a bit upset of the lack of treats, it definitely beats what we have to eat sometimes.

the reason you do the packages is quite sweet. is your friends’ partner still alive? you use the past tense when you speak of them. sorry if that is rude to ask.

you read every word of the letter, not once, but twice. and he didn’t just read your response to his, he took notice of the small details. you didn’t even realize you had used the past tense, but he wasn’t wrong in his assumption either when he thought they might have passed. it was like reading a full blown conversation he had to himself in his head; the way before or after some sentences, he would write out interjections. some sentences were followed by parentheses where he made his own little comment as well about what he had just written.

again, i hope you forgive my delayed response. hope it doesn’t stop you from writing back. don’t always have the time, but promise i’ll get back to you. maybe in your next letter you can send me a picture of yourself, i think it would be nice to put a face to the name that signs off on these. i can’t do the same, but i’ll find a way to make up for that. ‘til the next letter, ghost.

and while you didn’t get started writing your response that night, you did make your way to your room with a smile on your face. excitement was already brewing about what you would say in your response and the next anticipated response he would give back, even if he did take a bit to respond.